Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to my potato.

The air was surprisingly still for an apocalypse, you'd at least expect the sky to have the decency to be on fire or something.
"Is it just me, or does everything seem, too calm." Said John scratching his head.
"I know, I mean for the end of the world … you'd expect it to be more exciting." Ruki muttered, and just as I was about to add something witty I heard a rustling in the distance.
"Does that sound dead to you." I asked as I put my arm out to signal for the others to stop.
"It smells dead." Ruki grumbled pretending to be sick. We slowly stepped to look at the source of the rustling.
"Holy fucking nipple turds." John whelped. The street that lay in front of us sat covered in a nice layer of dead people, not zombies, literally dead people a few of them I could probably put names to, some I had probably spoken to in the village shop. In the distance I heard John throwing up, Ruki walked in circles rubbing her eyes as though trying to erase the memory from her mind. I walked forwards, the smell was intoxicating, I lifted my top to cover my nose from the stench, and looked down at the bodies and gasped.
"Lexi what the fuck? They could have all sorts of diseases" Ruki whispered behind me, trying to pull me away, I gestured for her to stop.
"Look at them, the way they died."
"I know its awful, but we really should get away from here before the culprits return for their feast." Said John with a raspy sore voice.
"No. I mean, look. They have bullets in their heads, meaning they must have been undead." I explained.
"Who could have done this? It's hardly going to be locals I mean, why would any one from these areas carry around guns that could do this?" Asked Ruki.
"We are surrounded by Farms, perhaps one of the local farmers." Suggested John.
"There must have been more than one shooter, imagine someone doing this with just one shot gun, nah they would have to keep re loading it, in which case they would have been surrounded by the zombies and eaten alive. This looks like the work of some sort of military organisation." I explained.
"Which then begs the question of what the fuck they would be doing here, in rural Dorset." Ruki continued for me, her brown eyes scanning into mine, waiting for the answer, It was in fact John who spoke next.
"Could this be the work of the infamous 'Men in red' from your mother's letter?"
"Well I guess we are about to find out." I said gesturing ahead to the village hall that sat waiting in front of us.

"SAFE." these words were scratched across the doorway. Ruki ran her fingers along the carving and said "Seems legit, I mean you know somewhere is going to be safe when it is carved in with a knife. A knife that can often be used for killing. Killing us."
"Would ya have preferred it written in roses m'am." Said a man behind us in a very thick American accent, I span around and saw him, he was very tall and wore a red hooded cloak that covered half of his face, from the other half of his face I could see that he was African American.
"Uhm … nice to meet you … sir, My name is Lexi, and my friends are John and Ruki." I said offering a hand to him to shake, he took it.
"Michael, it's nice to see a new face. How in the hell did three kids like you manage to get out of the school, we have tried to get to it for weeks now, are the dead gone now? They surrounded the school so thickly before." he asked.
"We legged it." John explained.
"There were more of us … but they chose to stay." Ruki added sadly. Michael opened the door to the hall and gestured for us to follow.
"We had planned to go and rescue y'all, but we couldn't break through them." He said shaking his head in astonishment. We entered a small room, in this room sat 8 men dressed the same way as Michael, all holding lethal weapons.
"Who the fuck are you guys." Ruki asked.
"Welcome to the bother hood." Michael chuckled.

That is it …. for now. If you are curious as to where I plan to take this story, review :)