"Get the fuck off me you mother fucker!" I heard Phil scream in terror. My first thought was of my ex partner. I knew if I wanted to live I would have to get out fast. I guess at that time I wasn't really thinking… The intruder being my partner made no logical sense. Oh well, I guess your mind goes wild when you're scared.

I ran as quickly as possible to the door and got out as fast as I could. As I slammed the door behind me I paused. Holy shit… Something's not right here… I felt a strange chill, but I had to just shake it off.

I knew I didn't have much time to think. I sprinted over to my BMW to realize I left the keys inside the house. Great going Adriana…

I slowly crept back to the window and peered in. I saw nothing, I heard nothing, so I thought it would be safe to quietly go back in for my keys. Unfortunately for me all my guns were inside the car. Phil hated it when I brought guns with me into his house, he really never trusted anyone. My only alternative weapon appeared to be my little switch blade I kept strapped to my belt.

I cautiously opened the door and slowly headed inside. I silently tip toed over to coffee table where my car keys were. I grabbed them and bolted out the door, accidentally slamming it behind me.

I got about 5 feet from the door when I heard the window burst open. I saw Phil, but he didn't look quite right. He was covered in blood and chunks of his neck and shoulders were missing. Another person who I didn't recognize appeared shortly after. That was the first time in my life that I felt true, pure terror. The mystery person's face was so fucked up I couldn't tell if it was female or male. Its stomach was torn wide open and its guts were hanging out.

I stood there in shock for a few moments. I didn't know what to think so I just ran as fast as possible to my BMW. I plunged my keys into the car door and rushed in. Shortly after, Phil and the intruder made their way over the window frame; they were heading straight for me like wild animals. I slammed on the gas.

I was cruising at about 60 miles per hour down residential streets, my car going no where in particular with my mind going all over the place.

I quickly looked in one of my rearview mirrors to find nothing. I began to chuckle, think I was just over reacting. Maybe all of the drugs I've done have finally fucked holes into my brain. I must have initially freaked out… Nothing like that is possible, I must of over analyzed I told myself.

After about 5 more minutes of driving I slowed down to an intersection. I felt a cold ache in my heart… No one was around… All of the convenience stores and markets were closed. My first instinct was to turn on the news.

"The epidemic is getting worse by the second. Stay inside your homes and remain quiet," the news woman ordered. After that, the radio transmission began to fade in and out. I clicked from channel to channel listening to bits and pieces of information.

"The creatures have been studied and they are confirmed dead. The only thing human about them is mild, primitive brain activity," a man announced.

"How do you know this?" A woman replied, her voice trembled with fear.

"There is no heart beat, there is no organ function. They show few signs of life."

"Some of them run… Others have a slow almost stiff walk, why is this?"

"Rigor mortis."

"What is that?"

"3-4 hours after death the limbs become stiff and hard to move, however, after a few day this stiffness goes down and the corpse can run again."

"Why do they want human flesh?"

"We don't know?"

"Is it a virus or bacteria?"

"A virus for sure."

"Did the government have any knowledge about this virus before it became a civilian problem?"

"That is disclosed."

"Oh my god… They're In the studio!" A voice In the background shouted before the radio faded out.