Chapter 1
I had a pretty good life. I had friends and family. I even had a crush on a guy who never seemed to notice me. The next day, I didn't. That day was the day the world ended. Just like T.S. Elliot said " This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but with a whimper." He was exactly right. It all started somewhere, where, I'm not sure. Some how, someone got infected with this virus that killed you and brought you back to life as a flesh eating zombie. It spred quickly with the first person getting infected, biting someone else and so on and so forth. Simple enough? Good. People tried to run away but never managed too. They would scream in fear and pain as the infected feasted on their body's. After a period of time, people had that little light bulb click with the idea of getting a gun and killing the infected. The only problem was that the infected had to be killed with a head shot. The little light bulb over everyone's head clicked on again with the realization that if the infected had to be killed with a head shot then they must be zombies like in the movies and books. So, the infected weren't known as the infected anymore; they were known as zombies. Now, before I continue I just want you to know that back then, I was a huge zombie apocalypse fan. Anything with zombies in it, I either read it or watched it. I learned quite a bit on what to do and what not to do. When I saw what was happening I did the first thing that came to my mind. I packed all of my clothes into a big duffel bag, packed up food and water, packed my laptop with all my computer games up, packed my books up, and packed up enough weapon, guns, and bullets to last me awhile into my SUV and drove away from my old life and my old town. Days after the end, I learned a lot of other things that would help me live as long as possible.
Zombies run fast which meant that you had to have great cardio to get away from them if the situation required it which was most of the time.
Shooting a zombie once is all fine and dandy until the zombie gets up again and makes a snack out of you. To make sure that never happens, shoot a second time.
When ever you use any kind of bathroom whether it be at a house or a gas station always bring a gun with you and be alert at all times. Of course, before you use the bathroom, check all the other stalls, just in case.
Click it or ticket. Always buckle up because if you don't you may end up in a accident which results in you going through the wind shield and becoming a zombie's meal of the day.
Travel light if your going on foot or your driving. If your walking and are getting chased, you have less of a load to carry. If the car you are driving breaks down you can grab your things and move on as quickly as possible without the hassle of dragging a two ton suitcase filled with shit that you don't need.
When staying somewhere, make sure that you have another exit so if you are attacked by a hoard of zombies you can get out of there easily.
Always, and I mean always, check the backseat. You never know if a zombie is back their or not ready to grab you and bite into your flesh.
I memorized those seven rules and always followed them to the letter. I wanted to make sure that I survived as long as possible and so far, it's worked out pretty well. I'm still here telling you my story, right?