A/N: The chapter format in this story is not my original idea. You know, how every chapter begins with "Chapter #/Narrator's Name/Time." I just thought it would be a good idea to use this kind of format in this story.

A military experiment gone wrong. Undead creatures stalking the streets, killing anyone in their path. Instant death throughout the streets of San Andreas, and the rest of America. Instant Death. It's kinda funny, isn't it? Sounds like something you'd find at a grocery store, huh?

"A box of Dracul-O's...three cartons of milk...and two cups of Instant Death. Your total comes to $10.74, sir."

But maybe I'm getting off subject here. I'll start from the beginning. No, wait...scratch that. I'll start from my beginning. The beginning of my story.

Chapter 1

Jay Box

1:27 AM, Monday

Man, was I bored off my ass as I drove through Whetstone that night. Not to mention sleepy. And fearing for my life. With my radio turned off and the car clock reading 1:27, I was ready to hit the sack. But I couldn't. You see, I was on the run. On the run from those bastards. Those bastards who had seemingly risen from the sewers three hours ago. Those bastards who had clawed a poor old woman in the face and eaten her alive, right before my very eyes. Those bastards who caused me to hightail it over to my Remington and get the hell outta there. Those bastards. Those creatures. Those...zombies.

I stopped at a 24/7 on the side of the road, got out of the car, and yawned. The only reason I had stopped here was because I was starving. I hadn't eaten since yesterday, and even then, it had only been a light burger and salad. I trudged into the store and looked around. Damn. Looks like those monsters had already been here. Food and other items were strewn along the ground. Three of the windows were broken and there was no cashier at the register. Oh well, I thought to myself. Don't have much money anyways. I pulled a box of Saltine crackers from a nearby shelf, tore it open, and greedily wolfed down the contents. I didn't care if the zombies found me right now. I was just glad I wouldn't have to die on an empty stomach.

After I had finished the box (told you I was hungry), I walked up and down the different aisles, checking for any equipment that might be useful. I found a box of matches and a few water bottles. As I was leaving the store, something behind the register caught my eye. A pump shotgun stood propped against the corner. I hopped the counter and picked up the gun. That's weird, I thought. It's full. You'd think the owner would have at least attempted a heroic last stand against the zombies. Oh well. More ammo for me.

The doorbell dinged as I left the store. Weird. It hadn't gone off when I walked in. I'd always hated those dumb things. It's fitting that this one would probably be the cause of my death, with its loud, zombie-attracting "Breep!" Yikes. Better get out of here before they show up. My plan was to flee the infested state of San Andreas, and eventually, flee the country. I could only hope that there were no zombies in Canada.

I strode to my car, taking in the crisp country air as I moved. I was unusually calm for a guy whose hometown had just been attacked by mutant freaks. Well, I was unusually calm, until I saw that gruesome sight right against the front wall of the store.

"Oh, crap!" I exclaimed.

The cashier's mutilated body was lying in a broken position in front of the wall. His mangled face, along with the rest of his equally-mangled body, was caked with dried blood, facial tissue, dirt, and God knows what else. And to make matters worse, one of his arms had been violently torn off. Oh, man. This was too much for me. I retched horribly in the parking lot. The crackers I had just eaten violently left my system, along with that burger, salad, and Sprunk from yesterday. Dang it, now I'm hungry again!

After I was done with that, I slowly walked to the car and got in. The happy feeling had left me and I was suddenly fearing for my life once again. I didn't dare turn the radio on, for fear of it attracting any "unwanted company." The clock now read 2:00. I had to get some sleep, but where? Then I remembered that there was an Ammu-Nation nearby. I could restock my gun supply there. Heck, I thought, It's worth a try. I drove into Angel Pine and found the store. Since the door was hanging halfway off its hinges, I let myself in. With the night being as dark as it was, and me being as stupid as I was, I tripped on a footstool that had been placed next to the door. An "Oof!" escaped my mouth as I fell flat on my face. Crap. Now my mouth is bleeding, I thought as I picked myself up off the ground. I felt my way around the store as I searched for the bathroom. Luckily, it wasn't too far from the front door. I got inside, turned on the water, and grabbed a Kleenex. I held the tissue under the water for a few seconds and then put it to my bleeding lip. I stood there in silence, waiting for the slow trickle of blood to subside. Yikes, I noticed. There's bodies in the bathtub. A woman and a kid. Hey, the woman has a bullet hole in her head!

Just then, the door flung open again, and in stepped a zombie with a gun. I nearly pissed myself and died as I saw him appear in the mirror behind me. Suddenly, I had a thought. Zombie with a gun? That's no zombie, it's a human!