My name is Sammi Clayton, and this is my story of how I arrived in a place called CWCville and my subsequent adventures there. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living it.

Chapter 1: A Rude Arrival

I was driving home from an emergency job, I am, I guess I mean was, a gas engineer, changing meters, servicing boilers, that kind of thing. Boiler had packed up in the middle of the night, simple fix.

Anyway, the journey home would usually take about an hour or so and I still had a long drive left, however for most of the drive back there was a massive rainstorm which slowed the drive home even longer. The rain finally eased up about half hour in and stopped about five minutes later. The sky looked like it was clearing up, but then, quite literally out of nowhere, a thunderstorm appeared and shots of lightening erupted. It was not normal lightening though, it looked multi-coloured, like a rainbow but in lightening form. Several struck around the ground and road around me, I tried slamming on the brakes but one hit my van right in the middle.

Have you ever seen one of those movies that try to show what an LSD trip is like? All the psychedelic colours, the weird spinning wormhole effect, and the feeling of floating? Well I've never done LSD in real life so I wouldn't know what is like, but when the bolt hit the van it felt like I had just taken the most intense acid trip ever, it only lasted for a nanosecond, but it felt like hours. There was a bright flash of light and suddenly the van is jumping uncontrollably all over and there a massive oak tree was hurtling towards me. My foot flew down on to the brake pedal but all the damn bumping caused the ABS to lock up, the front of the van crumpled around the front of the great oak and the last thing I saw was my face getting head-butted by the airbag, I am pretty sure I lost consciousness.

I do not know how long I was out for, doesn't really matter. I woke up with a jolt, a bright rainbow jolt of light shot passed me, the same kind that had hit my van, except it seemed more like some sort of beam of energy. I instinctively tried to dodge my head down to try and miss the rainbow beam, yeah obviously something travelling the speed of light could be dodged by my reflexes, stupid brain. Anyway, I tried to look where the beam was headed, but it disappeared off into the distance as the treeline obstructed my view. I peered back to see where the rainbow came from and I noticed it wasn't the only one, there was another beam that shot off in another direction, again the treeline obscured my vision. However, off in the distance, at the origin of the rainbow beams, I could just about make out some kind of blue figure moving around, it was obviously massive due to its size, even from this distance.

I gently bent and stretched my arms and legs, and felt myself over quickly (not sexually you pervert, to make sure nothing was broken), luckily there was no visible damage, didn't even get a broken nose when the airbag went off. My body was slightly shaking; no doubt the adrenaline coursing through my body. I opened the driver side door, it didn't swing open like normal, as I found out later due to the damage caused by hurtling into a solid tree, I tried kicking it but the cabin wasn't exactly built for space. I leant sideways and put all my weight on it, nothing, I ended up pushing with all my strength with my shoulder and the damn thing finally gave way, I fell out right on to the ground, I got up stood as high as I could on the cabin stair, using the van roof and the tree as leverage.

"What the hell is that thing? Where am I?" I asked to no-one in particular.

I watched the being for a few seconds, it was flailing around wildly, I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but it looked like a small golden bug zipping around the blue figure. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a yellow blur shoot past, the split it took for me to focus my attention on it, whatever it was, the blur was already gone, heading in the same direction that the rainbow had come from. I looked off into the distance and tried squinting my eyes to get a better view when a massive thunderbolt shot down and struck the giant, sending it to the ground, well I assume the ground, damn treeline was still cockblocking my view of this pay-per-view.

After what must have been at least a minute of not seeing anything else, I slowly stepped down from my half standing, half leaning stance and took a few tentative steps away from the van. I knew I was in some kind of woodland, maybe even a forest, but I had no idea where I could be, where I had been driving just a few minutes prior was nowhere near a woodland, just marshy fields and overflowing rivers. None of this made sense, I was already beyond concerned, and I could feel panic starting to take hold. I took a few deep breaths and told myself to calm down. It took longer than I am proud to admit, but the shaking slowly dissipated and I finally calmed down long enough to be able to formulate a plan in my mind.

I looked back at the van to assess the damage done to it by that bully of an oak tree. The front of the van was embedded rather solidly into the tree; there would be no way of getting it out with assistance, unless I could start the engine, but judging from the state of the vehicle, that would be highly doubtful. The front of the superstructure had buckled and warped out of all proportion, the bonnet was cracked and bent into a gentle upwards V shape, the engine bay was completely shunted inwards, from what I could see in the engine bay, everything had either been crushed or crumpled. And of course, the windscreen had several severe cracks scattered throughout, it looked like a slight breeze would cause it to fall apart. I had been very lucky that the van had been built like a mini tank, if it had been one of those new aluminium foil cars I think my body would be in the middle of a rather flat metal sandwich.

The rest of the van itself looked relatively intact, aside from the wheels, the suspension, and the under guard. The two front wheels were bent into the shape of two mismatched eggs, with both tyres having blown out. The two rear wheels fared slightly better, but would still need a bit more than just a tyre balancing before they were road worthy again. The suspension, at least at what I could see when kneeling down, was beyond repair and would need a complete replacement. All in all, I would say an insurance right-off.

I climbed back into the van cabin and after looking for a solid few minutes, I finally found my work phone, it had somehow gotten wedged the remains of the windscreen and the dashboard. I peeled it out of place and thank God that it was still on. I tried placing a call to my manager but low and behold, no signal, go figure, I gave up and put it in my pocket. Perhaps the GPS might be able to at least give me my location, miraculously the satnav had stayed in place, stuck in place to the lower right of the windscreen, I gently popped it out of place and a chunk of windscreen fell out of place. The satnav screen was dead, I held down the power button and thankfully it sprung to life, it is one of those ones where if it removed from being charged the damn thing automatically switches off, cheap crap. Anyway, after letting it go through its boot up process, the map came up as a pale green, meaning it either meant it did not pick up a signal, or it thought I was in a field. I tried zooming out, that damn green everywhere. I went through the settings to try and get it to "Find Location" but just kept saying "Signal lost".

"Well fuck you too you dildo boy" I shouted in frustrated whilst squeezing the screen.

I calmed down and held the power button until it switched off. I took the van key out of the ignition and tried unlocking the rear and side door, but due to there being no power to the van, I suspected that the battery was currently crushed and the acid slowly dripping through the remains of the engine bay, there was no way I could unlock the doors from outside. Luckily, I could still get into the rear of the van via the passenger seats in the cabin, all I had to do was pull the chairs forward and there is a small opening into the rear. I found that out the hard way once, I use to store all my paperwork underneath the seats, one day I went into the back of the van to find all the paperwork strewn around after the small door had swung open.

I tried pushing the door open, but due to all of my equipment slamming forward when the van smacked into the oak tree. I angled myself and kicked the door hard several times, after each kick the door would open a bit further. Several minutes of kicking, and a rather sore foot later, the door was open wide enough for me to squirm through. I had to push my turned over tool boxes out the way, and gently feel around as to not put my hands or knees on any of the sundries, sharp or otherwise. I pulled my phone out and switched the built-in torch on, as I suspected everything was toppled over, my filing system was completely screwed.

Let me tell you something about myself dear [insert name of reader here], I have always been an avid reader of zombie apocalypse stories, especially Adrian's Undead Diary, since having a job I have always had a small emergency bag in my work van, and also personal car. Emergency water, small amount of food (beef jerky), a crowbar, some purification tablets, one of those emergency foil blankets, a small portable power bank, that kind of thing. The main thing I was looking for currently was the walkie talkie I had, I had bought a better antenna for it, and theoretically it now had a range of up to 18miles, although that would surely be diminished in the woodland. Luckily when I pulled the handle on the side door it swung open and I hopped back outside.

I flicked the ON/OFF switch on the walkie talkie and held down the transmit button, "Hello, can anyone here me?" I asked calmly but firmly. I waited ten seconds with no response. I cycled through the other channels, but no answer on any of them. I went back to the side of the van and fished out my electrical toolbox (I have two main toolboxes, one for electrical gear, and the other with gas equipment, blow torch and electronic sniffer, that kind of thing) and grabbed the electrician knife out of it, along with the biggest screwdriver in the box, you know, just in case. I put them in my pocket, put the backpack on, grabbed the half empty water bottle from the cabin, and closed all the doors to the van as best I could. I started to walk in the direction of the blue giant, my reasoning being it was my only point of reference in the woodland, and hopefully I might find a clean-up crew hopefully taking care of Big Boy Blue.