Prologue
If there is one problem with adults it's that they have no imagination. I mean they have to have a little but what adult was going to believe about some disease that causes the victim to go crazy and try to bite others. Well look where we are now. 2013 with modern technology and yet every nation got knocked on its ass by a bunch of walking corpses you could out walk. I remember the day the outbreak reached us. It was absolute chaos, people running screaming and fighting for their lives. The forces of hell had come upon earth it seemed, there actually was some religious nut yelling that out loud. Somewhere along that attack I got left behind and in desperation climbed a tree as high as I could. After it was over the carnage looked like something you see from Civil War pictures. I had no confidents and was shaking like a tuning fork and somehow made it to my house. Recollecting myself I had to decide what to do. I knew the U.S Forces were moving behind the Rockies and they were already swamped with people there. I couldn't go north because I was in Minnesota and I certainly wasn't going to Canada. There was only one place I could think of and it was my best shot at well living longer, so I quickly pack a hiking pack and started to leave through my open garage door. Until I heard that everlasting moan,
"Crap!" I murmured dryly
I hadn't realized how long it had been since I last spoke. My hand flew towards a rack and grabbed the first thing I could. A metal baseball bat and got ready to swing, until I met those empty dead eyes. Now I knew what prey felt like before a snake staring into death itself. Suddenly I snapped out and felt really pissed out and smashed the creature's brains against the wall. The Adrenaline rush felt amazing and I wanted to take on the world. The zombie's friend came round the corner it had probably heard the commotion. Another swing and its brains were on the wall next to its friends. My eyes were set on my next target when I tripped over the zombie's hand and reality hit me like a brick wall,
"Let's not lose it here." I reminded myself
Getting back up I stumbled since I had hit my knee against the concrete floor it was bruised and hurt to bend. After shaking the pain off I found my bike, strapped on my pack, and watched out for any more intruders.
Huff…huff my breathe was heavy. If there's anything I learned in life it's that hills suck, worst idea, invention, creation, whatever you want to call it any one or thing ever came up with. At the top was an intersection and as I approached it I fell of my bike tired from exhaustion.
"Worlds gone to hell and I'm having problems with a damn hill!"
With my knee dragging me along and having to avoid more walking corpses it had taken me awhile to travel up the hill and my attitude wasn't helping either. Turning around I spotted my destination to the left and continued down that way. As I reached the end of the street I saw a sight that I will remember forever, Andrew slicing through a zombie head with a machete, and that's when it began.