July 21st, 2009

"Omar come up here." Said his mother. Omar crawled out of his bed. He checked his phone. 7:00 a.m. Why did she wake me up this early? He walked upstairs.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Are you sure you domt want to come to the Dells with us?" She asked.

"I'm sure. I've got Kyles party, plus I have my teams basketball." She nodded.

"Ok. Call me if you change your mind." She said. His siblings looked at him.

"Bye guys. See you in a couple days."

"Bye, Omar." Said Altaaf. Omar was the oldest of 4 with two older step-sisters. He lived with his mom and step-father. As they left he slept for 2 more hours. He woke up to pounding on the door. He walked up stairs and his best friend, Kyle, stood there. He walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Has anyone weird walked past here?" He asked.

"I'm looking at one of them. What the hell are you on edge for?"

"Something weirds going on. People are acting all crazy."

"You make it sound like the end of the world. Relax." Omar said.

"I'm not kidding. Do you have a weapon?" Kyle asked.

"I have the kitchen knives, and a pistol hidden."

"Get them. Now. We have to go. Do you have a fast vehicle?"

"My step-dads bike. Why?"

"Get it. Go, now." Omar walked into his basement and slid a box from under his desk. He pulled the pistol from it. He walked upstairs, after holstering the Walther.

"What's going on?" Omar asked.

"People are insane, Omar. They're killing each other."

"You sound crazy." Omar said.

"I'm not bullshitting you. This is real."

"Kyle, just calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down. I have my truck out front. Load all the food into it, and get ready. We can't stay here. We have to find somewhere safe." Omar complied, thinking it an elaborate ruse. They finished loading the food and someone came up to the driveway.

"Who are you?" Omar said. The mans eyes were yellow, his pupils gray. He had a bad stench on him, and another smell... blood. He growled at Omar.

"Oh shit!" Kyle said, drawing a knife. "Omar, kill him! Shoot him!" Kyle said.

"Very funny, Kyle. Hey buddy, look this was fun but I'm not in the mood for this." He kept coming closer. "Seriously. Stop." Omar said. He kept coming. He drew his pistol. "You see this? Walther P99, semi-automatic. Stay away." He just kept coming. He got to close and Omar fired in front of him. He growled again.

"Omar! Kill him!" Kyle yelled. The man got closer and Omar fired. The bullet hit the dead center of the chest. The man stumbled, growled, and kept advancing. Omars eyes widened and he shot the head. The man went down, blood welling from his wound. Across the street his neighbor stared at him in disbelief.

"What the hell?!" Suddenly he was tackled by someone. The woman who tackled him bit into his neck, tearing out his throat. She shoved her hand into his belly, and ripped out an intestine. He shot her, again in the head.

"Kyle, what the hell was that?!"

"I wasn't bullshitting. This is real." Omar holstered his pistol and hopped on his bike.

"Ok, ok. Go get your family. Meet me at the Community Center. I'll send a message to everyone to do the same." Omar said. Kyle nodded, and drove off. Omar pulled out his phone, and sent out a mass text. He hoped everyone read it. It said,

Guys, something really bad is going on. Meet at the community center. We need to stick together. People are trying to eat each other. If anyone is acting strange, and has ill eyes, or growling kill them or run away. They will kill you. Please don't ignore this. Please.

He sent out the text, hopefully everyone would hear it. He called his mom. No answer. He tried a few more times. Eventually he left a message for her to call him back. He drove off, towards the community center. But the roads were in chaos. Crashed cars, bodies, and those creatures. Walkers seemed like a fitting name. He received call.

"Omar!" Said Victoria's voice.

"What's going on? Where are you?"

"I'm on my way to the cc. I have Chris's shotgun, he wasn't home. His parents... didn't make it."

"Oh... my god. Be careful, do you need a pickup?"

"No. I have my moms car."

"Ok. I'm heading there."

"See you soon." She said. Omar hung up and kept driving. He reached the CC and out front was an armored military truck. Capable of holding at least 15 people. Military men were there, getting people away.

"How can I help?" He asked. A soldier looked him up and down.

"By getting outta here. This isn't a place for kids."

"I'm not leaving. My group is meeting here. I won't leave." He said. A walker suddenly appeared and grabbed the soldier. He pushed the walker off, but his rifle was on the ground. Omar drew his pistol and shot the creature. The soldier turned to him.

"You ok?" Omar asked.

"Fucker bit my shoulder. Otherwise I'm fine." Omar nodded. The soldier walked to his truck. "Come here kid." Omar walked over to the truck and walked in. Guns lined the walls. "Take your pick." Omar looked at the walls. He saw a gun that he liked the look of. An ACR. He grabbed the rifle. It had an acog sight and a grenade launcher.

"Nice gun."

"Not to heavy for you?"

"Nope." Omar said.

"Ok kid." The soldier turned to him. "Do you know the Target store a few miles north?" Omar nodded. "Ok, in 12 hours a cargo plane is going to drop ammo. Go there."

"When my group arrives." Omar said. The soldier nodded. Omar headed inside, just to see if anyone was here. His friend Danny was there, a semi-auto rifle, no scope, in hand. He had blood on his clothes.

"Omar. I got your text."

"What happened?"

"My parents. They became those things. I grabbed my hunting rifle." He said. Omar nodded.

"Stay here Dan. If anyone comes here, get me."

"Got it." He said. Omar walked outside and saw some of the creatures. He shot two down, the military the rest. Omar turned around. The soldier whom he bad saved was sitting down, sick.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"I think I have a fever. Maybe the flu. Some medicine in that pack." He said. Omar dug in the pack, looking in it until he pulled put a bottle of Tylenol.

"Ok. Here we-" And suddenly the world slowed. The soldier tackled him, the others not noticing. He had transformed into a walker. He held its shoulders, stopping it from biting him. The bite does it. Turns you. He realized. The creature above him snapped at him. He tried holding the soldier up, but his strength was starting to overwhelm him. But suddenly, the soldier slumped. He shoved the body off, and saw Chris standing above him.

"Got your message." He said. He held an AK-47, and a pistol holstered.

"Good thing to. Where'd you get the AK?"

"Found it." He said. Omar nodded. "Where's your family?" Chris asked.

"I don't know. They never responded to my calls."

"Same here. I left them a message to come here. Hopefully they do." A new military man walked up to him.

"You need to leave." Omar shook his head. "Fine. Me and my remaining men are moving up. We'll be back for you." He said. Somehow, Omar didn't believe him. "We're going to leave you our truck, just incase." That was good. They'd have weapons, and transport.

"Thanks. I appreciate it." The soldier nodded and ran off with his 7 remaining men.

"What are we gonna do?"

"Let's head inside. We need to wait for the others." They waited for 4 hours, most everyone came. As Victoria arrived he and Chris walked up to her.

"V. Are you ok?" Chris asked.

"Yeah. Hope you don't mind Chris, I took your shotgun."

"Keep it. My parents?"

"Chris..." His eyes grew wide.

"Shit." Chris stormed off.

"He needs time. We all do." Suddenly he heard a car crash. "Stay here. I'll be back." Omar drew his gun, and bowie knife he took from the soldier.

"I'm not coming with you, Jordan. You killed my family!" He heard. It was no mistaking it. His cousin, Girard.

"Them I'm sorry Girard." Said a new voice. Omar ran out from hiding and tackled Jordan. He held the gun arm down and stabbed. He punctured Jordans heart, hefted the knife and stabbed his head. Jordan struggled for a second, then lay still. Omar got up, looking at Jordans pooling blood. He ran over to Girard.

"Are you ok?"

"No... Jordan... he killed them. Mom... dad... Brianna."

"I'm sorry." Girard got up, and he followed him.

"We're the only family eachother has left. We need to stick together." Omar said.