So, today was a normal day. I threw on my clothes, ate a shit ton of food and I went off to school. I did my usual, pissed and moaned about the boring day to come. .
At first it seemed like a good ole joke, i mean a viral out break in Connecticut? That sounds a bit unrealistic, as much as I'd like that. Today it seems realistic wasn't the case...
Mrs. M was the first to go. Sure I felt bad at first but...I never liked her so to hell with her.
So here i am at school with no protection, no defenses, and my favorite; a bunch of kids with no comon sense...yippe this should be fun. I was instucted to stay in class untill this threat was contained, and from that moment on I knew that the only thing at that mattered at that moment was ME. As usual i called horse shit on whatever they were saying. I knew this thing wasn't gunna go the way they were hoping it would.
It was around 11:15am before the undead had started to flow in.
ONce that started happening, right then and there, as I looked around I knew no one would survive unless they listen to me. It was my chance to show people how to do things.
I grabbed the closest thing to me: a yard stick. i knew it was flimsy as hell but i also knew its better than nothing. So, I told every one to arm themselves some how,.
Of course Austin...I don't feel too bad about Austin...
Austin was the typical jock and rocked the atitude all to well. I hated him and when he decided to shove me back and claimed "he would handle this", I'm not gunna lie to you, once something got ahold of him that asshole whent down quicker than a $5 hooker.
It's problably bad but I did laugh. i've played the games, i've watched the films, I know all to well how to handle this. Some punk bitch who thinks just cause he play sports he can pull this off doesn't know shit
So it was my move...
One of them stumbles up to me- Thank God they move slowly- and I trip him to the ground. He is now laying face up and his face is showing clear as day. It was my chance.
I brought my foot up and introduced his decaying bloody face to my size 13 combat boot and the next thing I know my calves are covered in what looks like brains, eye bits, skull and definatley blood... Lots of blood alright.
The scary thing was after that I felt no emotion after killing the thing. Some might say I was like a born killer and had some hidden potential. Maybe it was due to shock... Part of it was that I knew it was already dead.
But either way, I had just killed something. I think I sorta blacked out... But I knew exactly what I was doing when I broke the lever of a paper cutter.
That became my weapon of mass murder. Zombie or not, everything in that room had to die...
Later on I came to my senses and realized I was with my best friend, Jake, my girlfriend, Alex, and a few others, including my cousin, Ryan.
We were all travleing along in a van we jacked. NOne of us could drive, but my girlfriend had her permit, so we let he have her way and be as egal as possible. She said something about finding her friend Mark and he could drive. I think me or Jake could've done a fine job, but this Mark kid sure could help us out.
But, oh boy, yeah my cousin was here, I dont know why we ended up getting him, apparently I was all for saving him. i knew deep down my sub-concious had a plan for that pain in the ass all along.
And so began the most messed up few days of my life.