March 16th 2009
I woke up this morning I knew what I was going to do, I already had it all planned out.. Besides for one aspect... I started by showering, and then putting on my favorite band shirt, plain black slightly faded jeans, and studded black belt. This morning was different under my giant jacket lay what everyone feared. I stole the things I needed for my journey from my father's police belt. I have almost everything I need for this to happen besides the guts. I'm tired of being picked and teased by all the popular kids, all the black kids with they're saggy pants and big Elmo shirts walking around specking gibberish always talking shit because of my pale skin or my long hair or my bad clothes. I'm sick of it all... Today is the day they all will remember. I thought they would remember it because of me, I was wrong.
I arrived at school at 7 o'clock as usual with the school bus system; I had my toy under my jacket, ready for the first prep or retard to say the wrong thing. No one bothered me until about 3rd hour, World history class, we had to do a project about a civil rights leader, like Martin Luther King Jr. or Gandhi. Something of the sorts, we were assigned a partner to work with for 2 weeks to write a 10 page report about this person. I got the girl I was very attracted to, long black hair, tan skin, colorfully dressed, almost nothing like me. But I had a strange attraction to this girl; I am still not sure what it is… I am getting off topic now, let me continue my story, I was very annoyed by the fact that this girl did not want to use A American civil rights leader, we finally agreed on Gandhi. 4th hour… This means lunch AWESOME FREE SCHOOL FOOD! I thought jokingly well at least I got to eat. I sat in my usually spot by myself in the corner of the school cafeteria near the giant pane glass windows that I frequently looked out at the world outside this prison. Lunch my least favorite part of the day because I was constantly harassed by popular kids and other kids that thought they were cool, so on and so forth.
The day was nearing a closing at the end of 4th hour when a group of black kids playing basketball insisted on throwing the ball just over me or next to me on the wall. Finally I got tired of it and asked them to stop and that I was trying to read, and when I say that they looked at me with the face of a child like they did not know what reading was and threw the ball and hit me in the face, as a retaliation I showed them the surprise I had in my jacket with full metal jacket rounds filled 10 clips on my belt, 16 rounds each clip 1 in the gun 160 bullets left and still not enough. Raised the gun to shoulder height and right as I was about to shot my whole life pasted before my eyes and out the corner of my eye a tear fell, as so did a girl and I seen running toward me. Not because me or the group of kids in front of me, because someone opened a door in the back side of the gym, and behind this door something unspeakable, the walking plague, the living dead, the wretched, a zombie, who would have thought of this in this day and age? No one, no one in their right mind that is. My attention turned to that immediately nothing else in the world mattered. Not my mother not my father or sister nor brother, just the ghoul at the other end of the gym. Nothing like this has gone in my mind and out into reaction this fast before… That ghoul, that Monster had to be stopped, or everyone in the gym would be doomed to a horrible death, even worse than the one I was about to unfold moments before. My heart sank when I rang out the first round, once after that, there was no turning back, and they knew I was armed. They didn't know my intentions, I am not sure where the first round hit, all I could see was the ghoul and all I heard were the screams of the women and the footsteps of those fleeing, this was the only one I thought until they opened the back doors opposite of this ghoul. The whole gym burst into chaos within about 20 seconds. Black blood on the floor from the shots that hit the first ghoul, but it still runs, a piece of his shoulder has been demolished by the explosion of the round when it hit the flesh of the monster. These 'people' are still recognizable in the way you recognize a person, they are only slightly decaying, bite marks cover the body, as with the holes from my bullets, but I stop to think, I have only fired 3 rounds accurately, where have these other holes come from? This ghoul has encountered someone else I thought for a moment. Then I remembered all those movies and books, AIM FOR THE HEAD! I screamed at myself silently. So I shoot for the head missing several times till, the most gruesome sight of my life, the exploding head of another 'Human'. Moments after the first zombie was dispatched I turned to watch the chaos to my left, it was a zombie buffet over their maybe a hundred people packed into 2 doorways, pushing to get out, then when they opened those doors they weren't so glad they were the first one's out anymore, but they are first for something else, lunch… Streams of people pour back into the gym looking at me in shock. I still don't know why, and then I remembered I have a 9mm pistol in my hand at school, in the middle of the zombie apocalypse not movie at all, just standing in place thinking. As the final people rush back into the gym, you can hear the moans of the walking dead, and the screams from they're feast. Then a few moments after everyone pours in, the ghouls start to inch they're way toward the mass of people on the court. I start picking off ghoul by ghoul as they get closer to they're meal, as they back towards the back wall, the slowly paced zombies can't even catch them as they walk backwards toward the wall, they soon start turning toward me while I shot, as I just say to myself, Aim for the head, Aim for the head, don't miss, slow down, accuracy not ammo, they inch they're way closer with every reload. Run low on ammo the bells ring, if students aren't aware of the threat at this moment they soon will be aware of it, and out in the open. For them to be ambushed by hordes of the walking dead, I hope they can all swing a bat, or run, one or the other at this time… After a few minutes of silence, after the few zombies in the gym were dispatched; I saw my lunch once more, and a lot of others did too. The black liquid on the floor I presumed to be blood from the ghouls, runs on the floor pooling in low spots and in the cracks of the gym floor.
I walk out of the gym not knowing what to expect, it is very quiet… A little too quiet, I thought considering what just happened. I dashed out the door, to the building closest to the side door of the gym, leaving the others in the gym to they're fate. I took stock of how many bullets I had, I have 5 magazines' left, and so about 80 bullets give or take how many in the gun at the moment. Walking to the parking lot of the school at the back of the school I see that the whole lot has about the same amount of cars I seen at the beginning of the day when we arrived at school. Looking for my brother's car, I found it, with the spare key he gave me just in case I opened the door and proceeded to leave campus. I was headed home… To see if anything remains, on the drive over I noticed few cars driving, most pulled over on the side of the road or in parking lots. A building was on fire a few blocks from the school, I did not see any emergency vehicle at the scene or anywhere for that fact. The only emergency vehicles were ambulances and police cars… No military, no fire station, nothing, only empty cars… I started losing hope closing in on my neighborhood, cars in the street still running, doors open, glass broken, half on the curb, some half in the runoff ditch… It looked like a war zone, but I still found no body's… I didn't want to find any bodies now, I was nearing rock throwing distance from my house, and car lined the street I had to walk the rest of the way, I took off my big bulky Megadeth Jacket to revile a old worn out Marilyn Manson shirt, with small holes from wearing it, and a belt containing a magazine holder and holster for a pistol. As I walked in the front door of my home, I felt an eerie relief like the world was lifted from my shoulders… I'm still not sure if it was because I was home, or because my family has the biggest gun collection of all time, but I was happy to pass through that door… I proceeded to check every room in the house, it came up empty, I felt heartbroken. So I proceeded to lock all the windows and doors and put the furniture in front of them, I grabbed as much food and guns, ammo etc. and headed for the crawl space I took a few trips to supple my fortress. This is where I am writing this entry in my journal.