Disclaimer - (Fair Warning: I'm not going to be posting chapters as much as I should, but it will be what I do in my off time. There will be language in this, so if you don't like a lot of curse words, don't read it. I am the sole creator of this story. I made it up as a story following the name of my gamertag.)

*Chapter One: The Beginning of the End.*

Four long nights of desire and a gnawing need to chew on human flesh. The need to survive by killing those around me. Crimson skies overhead show the eerie glow of fiery wastelands that were once great cities. It all fell within a matter of hours. By night fall on the first day, it was all but lost. London. Paris. Berlin. Washington D.C.. Tokyo. All but lost to a memory of once being something. The walking dead were now the rulers; the cause for the pure destruction that was cast upon this world. Had we caused this? Was it the government? Was it some greater power? The questions continued in my head even as my body craved flesh. Begged for it to be fed the slowly clotting muscles of humankind. But I am still human. I can fight this. I must survive. I am one of them. I am one of the immune. I am...AtomicZombeh.

Z-Day | 2 hours before the frenzy

"I am forever to be stuck in this dead-end job. Nothing is ever going to go right."

"Don't give up, just yet, Ms. Hayes. It seems everything is looking up for you if you continue to work and don't slouch all day! There are customers to be helped. If you want that promotion, you'd better shape up!" Mr. Morgansfield shouted in his usual tone.

I sighed as he spoke to me. I kept imagining him to shut up, but that wasn't working. It wasn't working like it usually does in one of the video games I created. Yeah, video game designer is working in a shitty grocery store to make ends meet. What a life. Heh, seemed like nothing was ever going to go my way. I finished sweeping up a spill that a bratty kid had caused. The kid even laughed at me. The kid's mom just ignored everything that was going on. I wanted to hit him upside the head so bad, it just made my blood boil. But I kept my cool. I was like Sakura Haruno, an anime character. On the outside, I kept my smile bright and nodded my head in appreciation, but on the inside - I was ready to fucking explode.

As soon as I was done with that, I went back to sacking groceries that snotty-assed customers would buy. Mr. Morgansfield was always close by - seemingly watching my every move. It was either that, or he was thinking something lude. Typical of a pig-headed asshole with a little-man complex, I thought to myself as I waved in his direction, acknowledging that he was there.

"Finally! Shift is almost done," I spoke to Ashley the cashier as I looked to my watch.

"Yeah, but you won't really be here much longer if you don't straighten up. You make it so hard for the rest of us, Anna," the peppy blonde explained.

I just rolled my eyes at her comment and proceeded to go on my last break of the day. I knew that it was only a matter of time before Mr. Morgansfield would be coming to cut it short with his spittle in my face as he barks orders. There was so much work today in particular because several people called in sick. Even Josh, the hot deli guy had called in - and he is the pride of Mr. Morgansfield. Always showing up on time, kissing ass and so forth. I shrugged as I put out my cigarette and started to walk back in the store. But someone caught my attention. It was Josh. He was in his uniform and everything, but something was off about him. He had this god-awful stain on his shirt. That was not like him. He never showed up anything less than spic and span. "Hey Josh," I called out to him. But his attention never wavered. He seemed quite out of it. Hell, if he was high, I'd have to get me some of that shit.

"Joshua Thames! You show up now of all times! It isn't even your shift!" Mr. Morgansfield barked as he walked out the front of the store to confront the employee. I watched as it all unfolded. What happened next surprised the hell out of me. "What is wrong with you man?" Mr. Morgansfield said as he placed his hand on Josh's shoulder. Josh opened his mouth wide as if to speak and yet, he didn't. He grabbed hold of my boss's arm and bit a huge chunk out of his limb. My boss's scream was blood-curdling as I pressed myself up against the store. Mr. Morgansfield collapsed before Josh as Josh continued on towards the store.

"What the hell?! What the fuck, Josh?! You bit him!" My cries were to deaf ears as I looked behind him. There were more people filing in - all at the same pace. As Josh got closer, I realized that he looked like something from my Left 4 Dead video game. "Oh holy shit! Get back!" I pleaded, again to deaf ears. More of the people that were nothing but walking corpses began to take over the people that were in the parking lot. Attacking the living. It was something straight out of a Romero flick - it just didn't seem right!

Ashley came outside when she heard the screams and let out one of her own as she was grabbed from behind - a zombie grabbed her by the neck and began to devour her skin, down to the muscle and bone. I turned to look at her. My heart was beating out of my chest. I could feel it in my ears. It was all too much. I pushed past Josh and ran out into the parking lot hoping to get in my car and leave this place. I was grabbed. "Let go of me!" I screamed as I realized it was Mr. Morgansfield. But he wasn't himself. It was as I suspected. He had been turned into one of them as well. His grip was inhuman. I couldn't pull away until...until he attacked me. His teeth gnawed into my arm like a dog to a meaty bone. I winced in pain as I pulled away from him, kicking him in the face. That's what I was always wanting - but not like this. "Not like this!" I screamed out loud.

I ran to my vehicle and proceeded to get in. Fumbling around with the keys, I finally started the ignition. More of the zombie bastards were crowding my 4-runner when I shifted into drive and sped off - running over numerous people. "Fuck! Ahh fuck! This fucking hurts!" I cried in agony as I watched the skin around the bite start to darken. It was starting to decompose on my very body and scaring the crap out of me. I felt myself become nauseuous as I stopped at an intersection. I held my vomit in for a moment before I rolled down the window to puke. I finally gained control of my body once again as I gasped seeing the destruction before me.

Philadelphia. Building smoldering and erupting into flames. Cars smashed into one another. People screaming and crying in agony. The walking dead attacking all those around me. "When...when did this happen? It was all fine this morning.." I looked at the time on my dashboard and realized it was only 1pm. How could so much go so wrong in such a small amount of time?

My arm was in searing pain again as I looked into the rear view mirror. My normally blue eyes were turning a golden color - then one turned a bright red while the other returned to blue. My hair seemed to be falling out at the roots. Oh fuck. I couldn't be turning into one of them. I cried out as I began to drive once more. I had to get home. I had to stop this somehow. I sped off and nearly crashed into numerous people. I couldn't help it if they were alive or dead - I had to help myself! I pulled into the driveway of my house and could hardly breathe. I stepped out and wandered inside, slamming the door behind me. I could hear the cries and moans of the people outside, as well as the people that weren't really people any longer.

I climbed the stairs to go into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I ripped my shirt off and noticed that there were numerous veins beginning to pop under my skin. My breasts were covered in the veins as I looked at my reflection. I gasped seeing the destruction to my body. Just what the fuck was this?! I wrapped my arm up in some gauze, wincing at the pain it was causing to even do that. I grabbed some fresh clothes and began to put them on. My breathing was still erratic but I still had control of myself.

I wasn't turning into one of those...those things. Not yet anyway. I didn't know how long I would be able to last as myself. I was truly scared. I didn't want to die like this. I walked downstairs into the kitchen and turned on the TV. I had a backpack with me just in case I needed to leave in a hurry. Most of the channels were in the dark but CNN was still going.

"In a recent turn of events, the recently deceased are returning to a semi-life state and attacking innocent citizens. Our reporter out in the field was attacked and we haven't been able to get an update on her condition as of late. All that we here at CNN know is this is not normal. The U.S. Government, as well as those around the world, are denying any involvement with this epidemic. As of late, cities around the world are facing similar issues as the cities and towns here in America are experiencing. Paris has been set ablaze. London is in the dark as well with last reports coming from the region saying the royal family has succumbed to similar symptoms that the rest of the world is dealing with. Moscow and Tokyo have gone completely silent. We-we are unsu-what else-could happen-stay in yo-sta-within safety regulat-do not encount-if at all-pos-"

"Fuck! No!" I screamed as I hit the TV. I changed the channel but nothing else was going on. There was no other news coming through the little set I had on the counter. "Fucking hell!" I exclaimed as I began to put canned goods into the backpack. I had always played video games that were apocalyptic, but I never could have imagined this would happen. Not now. Not in my lifetime anyway. I reached into the closet and pulled out a baseball bat. I had to get out of town. It was only a matter of time before they would find their way ins-oh hell.. Too late..

I froze as I heard a cackling noise behind me. I turned around and noticed it wasn't a normal infected. The body was stretched out, the lower torso mangled and partially bulging. I looked into the face of the zombie and stepped back. The neck was stretched as a greenish ooze was leaking from the mouth. "Oh hell no.." I started to swing at the infected and then stopped short when it tilted its head. It seemed to not want to hurt me. What the hell is going on?

I stepped around the infected person and headed out the door. There were numerous people around that had already turned. A bunch of them were my neighbors. I made my way to my car only to find the keys missing. "Ah fuck.." I reached into the backpack trying to find my spares only to find the keys to my motorbike. The zombies were starting to crowd around me but I wasn't being attacked. It made no sense. They had followed and chased me only a little while ago.

I walked to the garage and hopped on the motorbike. I pulled out of the driveway and put on my helmet. My face had turned a pale color, as had the rest of my body. My heartbeat was faint and my breathing shallow. But I wasn't dead yet. I could still think. I could still feel. It made no sense whatsoever. I started up the motorbike and sped off down the street, avoiding the undead. I stopped at a stop sign to see where to go. Then they swarmed again. It wasn't many, but enough to make me crazy. One of them touched me and I slapped the arm away, breaking the limb free of the walking corpse. My strength had increased. I was about to freak out. This was all too much!

"Just what the fuck is going on with me?!" I screamed as I slammed my fist through an infected's head, smashing it to bits.