The day was like any run of the mill day. Woke up early, got ready for work, drank my cup of cold shitty coffee my sister left me before she left for work, along with a note that she needed rent.

I still have that note. The only thing I have left of my old life, along with my old cell phone. It has pictures I can't let go of even though its been dead for over a month. My mother my stepfather, my sister, my old life. I sure do miss it.

But that was a long time ago, before the outbreak, before people started eating people, before the dead rose up to, well, not dead.

The day it started, the day that I thanked God my stepfather raised me around guns, the day I had to put a bullet in my sisters head, is a day I will die thinking about.

When I got to work I was one of maybe 30 that showed up, to get that into perspective, I worked with about 400 people. They were all in the main conference room with my boss and a few people I recognized but didn't know their names, and the rest I'd never seen before. I plopped down next to my boss.

"Hey, what's going on? Where is everybody." I whispered to him as everyone stared intently at the TV. They had turned it on to CNN. He shushed me and pointed to the screen.

"Reports have been flooding in from the Associated Press. Eye witnesses reporting that in many cases the sick are attacking people. Officials from the CDC are asking everyone to stay in their homes and if anyone is injured isolate them immediately. President Clinton has issued a State of Emergency and Marshall Law will take effect at noon today. This will be my last broadcast. From CNN, this is Wolf Blizter. We wish you all the luck and may God have mercy on our souls."

"So I guess we're free to go?" Someone said. I can't really remember who.

I was so shocked by not only the announcement but also by the pictures coming in of the carnage. The only word to describe the horrific scene in front of me. Carnage.

My boss had turned to me and mumbled something about leaving. I took it as get the hell outta there. I thought of the first place to go was the doctors office my sister worked at. She was a nurse at a small practice.

Driving there was the hardest part. Everyone was either trying to get supplies, get home, or get out. I had never used my horn before in my life and there I was honking at this car that rolled to a stop taking up both lanes. Being the young and naive little girl I was, I got out to see what the fuck they were doing. I got up to the drivers window and I saw an arm bitten to shit. And well the driver was one of them. I backed away and got back into my Honda Accord and slowly rammed them to push them out of the way.

I had gotten to the doctors office and to my surprise my sisters car was gone. I walked up to the door and it was locked. I banged on the door as there were still cars in the parking lot. A nurse I recognized from my sisters last birthday opened the door to tell me that she went home cause she wasn't feeling well after being bitten by a patient.

I remember my heart racing and the adrenaline kicking in as I raced home.

I ran through the front door and found her laying on the couch, a sheen of sweat on her face and a bandage around her left hand that she was cradling. "Mom told me last night not to go in, but did I listen, nope." She whispered.

"Everything will be okay." I remember tears making their way to my eyes.

"They said not to find them Aggie. Mom said it was already to late for Dad and that she was not leaving him." She gurgled out blood making its way ouy of thr corner of her mouth. I sobbed laying next to her as she patted my head.

"You have to be strong. My pistol is upstairs on my nightstand." I looked at her and knew why she was telling me this. "Aggie, remember what Dad always told us about guns?"

"Always point it like you mean it." I whispered to her.

"I need you to mean it for me." I looked intently at her for a long moment and squeezed my eyes shut and let out a sob.

"You need to do this. Then get out of here."

"I can't."

"Yes you can." Her last words as she struggled to speak. I got up slowly and made my way to my sisters room and retrieved her pistol. We both knew that if I didn't do it, she would come back as one of them and try to attack me, just as I saw on CNN. I knew if our places were switched, I would ask the same.

I remember going back to my sistet and her eyes were closed and I sat down beside her. "Hey..." I nudged her slightly, tears were now flowing freely down my face. She moaned and opened her eyes. I had her own gun pointed at her thinking she had already become one. She had loomed me straight in the eye, proceeded to nod and move her head up to meet the gun in my hand. I closed my eyes tight and squeezed. "I love you." I whispered while walking away.

That day will be burned into my memory for as long as I live. And I will never forgive myself for letting it happen. It felt like years ago that I had to put her down even though it was only a few months ago, maybe less. I'm not sure, you loose track after awhile. I'm not even sure what day of the week it is.

After the outbreak, in the weeks to come, I moved around alot. Seemed like the best idea, keep ahead of the groups, scavenged for food. The one thing I learned in this world, that is the most important, is that they may be dead, rotten, and slow, but they group together and they are smart. They don't loose their memories of how a door handle works or how to open a window. That is what makes them so dangerous.

So I keep on the move. I stay away from high population areas and the areas surrounding. The bad part is that things are becoming harder to scavenge, especially gas. I haven't seen another car with gas in 3 days and driving around in a 2004 Dodge Ram 1500 uses alot of gas. I didn't think of it at the time when I saw it maybe 2 weeks ago, all I saw were the knifes and guns piled in the back. "Thank God for rednecks!" I remember saying.