Chapter 1: Call Of the Storm

This might seem like a normal day for Ademis and I. To you, its possible to be confused about where were at, why were here, and why does Ademis smoke shitty cigarettes. Dont worry, curiosity gets to the best of me too. A couple days before today feels like a good place to start. Then maybe we can come back to this point if i can manage to not get eaten by some fat zombie while im writing this. This pencil sucks by the way.

If you knew me, you might consider me a troubled kid. I honestly wouldn't try to hold it against you. Just know when i was younger i had some hard times and difficult decisions to make, but we all have our own problems right? Anyway, i got arrested like 6 or 7 months ago. Stole some cars, smoked some weed, and got plastered every other night. Maybe to just me and me alone, that's a common set of activities for a teenager at the age of 16, just not the stealing cars part. Its called the "experimental phase" parents, just let it happen, you kinda have to.

Sadly i got caught driving a stolen car (whoops, i didnt know it was stolen, wink wink) which also happened to be my bestfriends car. Thats another story for another time though. Until about a week ago, ive been stuck in a juvenile rehab facility for 6 or 7 months, no one kept count though, Ha. The food sucked shit and i had to hit a button to take a shit. So you could guess how it felt to finally come home. I ate everything i could scarf down until i almost threw up and spent alot of well deserved time with my father who lives in South Carolina. Life was amazing for about 2 days. I still cant believe it though, zombies just had to come out of the closet right when i get out. Aint that some shit?

Maybe all of this happened for a reason. I mean i understand bad karma but what the hell, not like this. Maybe God might even find all of this funny to watch from his big throne up there. I wouldnt doubt it, and for those of you who dont believe in the almighty, here is your excuse, surprise. Sooner or later i hope we can find out what caused all of this. Its just still difficult for Ademis and I to wrap our heads around the idea that we cant walk down the street to get some McDonalds anymore. In a movie some guy said the situation was, and i quote "Mind Bottling", now i get what he was feeling.

How it all started is a complete mystery to us, plenty of movies and video to give us suggestions though. I had went over to Ademis's house to surprise him, he was extremely happy to see me when i showed up randomly. After all, we have been friends for almost 6 years. I dont have any video games at my house so when he offered me to come in and play some xbox i couldnt just turn down the opportunity. Ironically, we ended up playing Survival Instinct when his xbox cut off for some reason.

"Crap man, i need a new cooling unit for this piece of shit," Ademis sighed, "Its been overheating for a while now."

"Its all good man," I quickly said and smiled, "I got a couple bucks, feel like running up to McDonalds real quick for some fries?"

"Yeah thats cool, just let me grab my cigarettes real quick."

So we got our stuff, i think we forgot to turn off the TV, but we headed for MickyD's anyway. Gotta love them fries!

As we were walking up his street, I noticed that there were no cars rolling around. Im usually pretty good about paying attention to my surroundings. I take pride in my ability to actually, its one of the many useful tools my dad taught me when i was just a wee boy hahaha. Since Ademis also happened to live in the ghetto, nothing else was really out of the ordinary besides the lack of humming engines. Fun thing is, there are not that many homeless people in London Ohio, so when i spotted one out of the corner of my eye i was inclined to follow with Ademis on my heel. We have had some crazy experiences with homeless people together, so he didnt even hesitate.

Word of advice for future reference, please dont go around following homeless people anywhere, even if he or she does look kinda funny. Its just not polite, they have enough problems on their own, and hopefully you have better things to do. This one looked like a normal homeless man though. Dirty clothes, greasy blond hair matted against his forehead and neck, and a beautiful limp to match. We just didnt know any better. So we kept following. If you saw the same in your neighborhood and felt like being a splinter cell or a ninja, you would do just the same.

Still maybe 3 4ths down the road, the guy turns the corner and all the sudden we hear a loud scream from a female. Or maybe it was a kid who just hasent had his balls drop yet. It was the kinda scream that would have sent chills down your spine if you would have heard it.

"My mom told me to never run in the direction of a movie scream like that...," Ademis began. But before he could finish the thought he took of running where his momma said no. I even thought about telling on his ass. Right as he was about to turn the corner, another scream erupts from around the bend. Except this scream sounded nothing like the one before. It was the cry of a dying animal right before it gets its throat ripped out in the movies by the butcher, it also made Ademis stop dead in his tracks and take a couple safety steps back.

I didnt really wanna follow the homeless guy anymore, but as i finally catch up to Ademis and we both peer around the corner, we see some crazy shit you only see in 3D movies and then some!

The homeless man we saw limping from before apparently got tired and decided to lay down on a women i didnt recognize. Her yellow sunflower dress was covered at the top of the neckline with blood along with her actual neck, or whatever you could call it now that it was in the zombies mouth. He was digging at her neck like he was looking for buried treasure and it tasted great. And he kept going at it until Ademis grew some balls and cried out, and i quote, "GET OFF OF HER YOU DIRTY CRACKER!"

Maybe the treasure hunter decided his gold and diamonds were else where because he slowly stood up and turned around. His mouth was held open and dripping blood like a river, must have really been going for the delicious arteries. Id go for them too if i was a zombie i guess. Then he cocked his head and look straight at me with a pair of crazy void-less eyes. Then he shuffled forward at a mild rate, or limped at a mild rate i should say.

Present

"Dude, what are you doing over there? Shouldnt you be helping me get all of this stuff together? Are you writing in a diary you fag? I cant do all of this on my own dammit," Ademis says from behind the counter. Im pretty sure you were enjoying the events before this little interruption. I apologize on his behalf.