Well, not a whole lot happened after. I knew that they all looked at me with disgust. I began to think about all that had happened. It took this long to finally have a hold on me. I remember me and my friends would talk about this day. We even talked about how we would kill all the zombies. I just never thought it would actually happen. The thought of it began to make me feel a little depressed. I knew this day was coming, so I wasn't going to let it affect me. If it does, I won't show it to anyone else.

I was polishing my gun; it was just a shot gun. Useful, but it wouldn't be if I didn't reload soon. I looked at each of their faces; they weren't too thrilled to have me here. I wasn't thrilled to be there either. I just wondered if my friends were safe, or if they were even alive for that matter.

I looked over at Jennifer. She was staring down at the stub of her right arm. I wondered how I could do it. How could I have gone through with it? At least now we can find out if it stops the virus or not. I began to wonder if I could keep myself alive, or if I could survive through this ordeal.

I got up and walked through the food court. I walked around the small McDonald's kitchen. I saw the butcher knife. It was just sitting there on the counter, waiting for something. Something to happen, some kind of action I assume. I picked it up and stuffed it into my pants pocket. I used my shirt to cover the handle. I looked ahead to see most of the wall, opposite of where I was standing, covered in cheap wooden boards. I jumped over the counter and walked towards the other wall.

Why would most of this wall be covered in boards? I pulled at the board closest to me. It took a lot of force, but I was finally able to break it free. I nearly fell backwards from the force. I dropped the board onto the ground and looked through the small opening. It was double boarded, so I wasn't able to see much. There were a few small holes here and there. A hazy sunlight came through the glass. I bent down a little and looked through the glass.

It was a gloomy day with heavy clouds. Wahoo, I thought. I liked dark and depressing days. I was a little surprised, though, to find a group of people wearing black hoods standing in a circle. I couldn't hear anything, I could just watch.

They moved out of my sight, but I could see a person lying atop a table. He was around his mid twenties maybe, he had a huge gash on his head. Blood was dripping from it and falling to the ground. If he was dead, he very recently died. He moved a little. Oh, he's a lived, I thought. I saw that he and the group were enclosed by Carolin Plaza. It must have been the outdoor food court. It was full of tables and a few dying trees.

The man opened his eyes and held out a hand. I hope he doesn't see me, I told myself. The group all moved in around him. Their long velvet cloaks swayed slightly. I wanted one! They all slowly raised their arms, they each held hands. The sky grew dark and the clouds moved closer together. I heard some thunder and heavy rain.

They slowly backed away from the victim and let go of each other's hands. Their arms were still raised toward the darkened sky. I could finally see the man. He gasped at the horrid sight! The man was cut open from the nape of his neck down to his waist. One of the members of the group stood right beside the body and was holding his heart. I saw that it was still beating.

"What the fuck?" I muttered as I watched this grim sight. I jumped when someone grabbed my shoulder. I nearly screamed, but managed to hold it in.

It was Damion",Whatca looking at over here?"

"Nothing really, just looking to see what's out there," I said quickly.

"Mhmm. I don't see why you would want to look at there, but that's up to. Oh, by the way, you might want to get some new clothes."

I looked at my clothes and saw they were covered in blood. He was right, I need to change. I nodded and left. I walked down the other end of the Plaza. I found a clothing store. Unfortunately it was full of preppy happy people clothes. I hate these kinds of stores, why couldn't the Plaza have a Hot Topic or something like that. I looked around trying to find something I could wear, or at least something that would cover my bottom.

How can people where skirts this short? I asked myself. I found some black pants with a silver flower design. It came complete with a matching black belt with silver buckle. I looked around for a top, it wasn't very easy to find one that didn't show off my chest. I found this nice black shirt with long sleeves that had a slash in them, and a feathery in bordering with a small pink flower. I rolled my eyes and pulled of the feathers and pink rose. I looked around a little more to find something that would cover my boobs at least. I found a black transparent shirt; it had a design of small black roses all finding ways of linking together. I changed in the dressing room.

It was a small box with a large mirror. I changed quickly and looked at myself in the mirror. I smiled and felt proud that I found some dark clothes in a preppy store! I placed the knife in my belt. Then I opened the door and began to walk out of the store. I paused at the sound of something hitting the door a little ways down the same wall. I took in a deep breath and walked over to the door.

It lead to another store in the plaza that I didn't go into yet. The door shook for a while, and then stopped all motion. I nearly grabbed the handle but pulled back at a sudden bash against the door. Nothing happened for a while. I placed my hand on the door handle. I took in a deep sigh and a hand suddenly burs through the wooden door.

The hand was rotting flesh and cold. It grabbed my wrist and the creature on the other side was struggling to break in the rest of the way. I pulled out my knife and cut off its hand. Te hand flapped for a while then stopped moving. The door suddenly flew open and the man I had seen earlier came running towards me. He was…a zombie.