Chapter One

"Brad, we've run out of bread again!"

Oh God, not this again. "Zach, it's in the pantry! I bought it only yesterday, for God's sake!"

My roommate, Zach, a fairly big bloke, and not in the fat way, but in the holy crap, he has muscle sort of way, came through the doorway from the kitchen, "Are you sure, man? I've been looking for it, for maybe ten minutes, dude!"

"I'm certain." I walked into the kitchen, skirting past him, and opened the pantry. "Right here." I said as I pulled out the loaf of white bread, holding it up for him to see.

"Oh, I didn't see that."

"I guessed as much." I said, "But, anyway, man, I'm going out for a bit, so I won't see you until later tonight."

"Sweet. I'll see you later."

Hmm…I know, he seems enthusiastic about me going, but it's more because he's just a tad socially awkward. I've gotten used to it. I mean, me and Zach have been friends since Primary school, and we're still good mates at 24.

I left, hoping that I wasn't being late to see Adam. He wanted to hang out again, and have a few drinks. A typical Saturday, really. He lives only thirty minutes away, by foot. I liked to walk, so I wasn't fussed with the walk, usually. This time, though? I don't know. Something didn't feel right.

The area was a fairly bushy area. Trees and shrubbery were everywhere I looked. Not that I complained. It was beautiful. I'm just paranoid that someone will come out and attack me. Crazy, yep. I know. I worry too much.

I decided to hum to my music, trying to ignore the feeling. It just wouldn't seem to go, like something was watching me or something. I'm a bit of a metal head, so the tune was more like a fast hum. Sounded odd, even to me. Maybe there are just some things that should just never be hummed. Passing the Milk bar, I heard an odd sound that I just couldn't place. I looked around, as the sound seemed to be getting louder, and even more disturbing. I finally found the source of the noise…When it limped around the corner around the milk bar.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, as the thing moved toward me.

It looked…Completely messed. Bloodied, broken, dead. I couldn't move, transfixed by the horror before me. After ten seconds of pure terror that seemed like an eternity, I was able to run. And I ran, faster then I'd ever ran in my entire life. As I got to Adam's house, I knocked franticly.

Adam opened the door. He had long black hair and a fair amount of scruffy looking facial hair. He looked like a typical stoner.

"Hey man, are you alright?"

"Zombies! Fucking zombies!"

"The fuck you on about?"

"THERE ARE FUCKING ZOMBIES!"

"You're serious? Fuck…Come in, man."