Chapter 5: Remain Calm, the dead have risen

We made our way to a house that my family owns. A good distance between us and any of the creatures that would undoubtedly come, or so we thought. I parked the car and we made our way inside the house. Adam and I thoroughly checked the place our before letting our guard down a little.

"A TV! Maybe we can find out what's going on?" Adam started flipping through the channels as I tried to block the entrances. "Finally! Here, a news channel."

My eyes turned to the tv. The news open finished. A male news anchor was sitting at a desk. He looked like a nervous wreck, and like he was going to be sick. "If you're just now joining us we've been reporting over the last hour on what appears to be a new form of disease or virus." He swallowed hard trying to keep composure. "All we know now is that the police are asking everyone to stay inside and try to remain calm..." The new anchor began to start crying. He laid his head in his hands. "I can't do this. I'm sorry." The anchor gets up and runs out of frame.

A producer or intern or someone runs in front of the camera. "Listen, everyone board up your windows and lock your doors. Protect yourself as best possible." Screams can be heard in the background of the news studio. Gunshot. "The dead have risen."

Static.

Chapter 4: Lost in Transmission

Adam and I decided we needed to get out of town. We were getting out of down town that was for sure. In a town centered around a college massive hoards of zombies were bound to be there. We each gathered our own mini arsenal of weapons, and when I say weapons I'm not just talking about guns. Yes, guns are the norm, but guns have to be reloaded. I used to be a shotgun man, but after a close encounter I decided to stick with melee weapons (I'll save the shotgun story for another day).

Anyways, we were headed to a place that wasn't as densely populated as Milledgeville.

"We can't stay in one place too long, Adam." I said, attempting to focus on the road.

"Jared." Adam, riding shotgun, was glaring at me now, "You say that like I have no idea what a zombie apocalypse is."

"This is no time to argue Adam. I'm sorry, we need to find a place to bunker down and really figure out what is going on." Adam turned on the radio and attempted to find some information of value.

"(Static)... Try new prepartio... (static)... This Country 102 WKZR....(static)"

"Damn it." Frustrated Adam turned off the radio and sat back in his seat. "Are you sure you killed a zombie? Are you sure this is for real?"

"Yes, I saw the mark on his arm. The bite mark.... a big chunk of skin was missing." I paused... thinking back on it. "Look, we really just need to figure out what's happened."

Chapter 3: The Canadian

I had full intentions on going to work today, but considering the circumstances I decided against it. Running back to my car (paranoid as hell, mind you) I thought about what I should do next and where I should go. There was only one person I could think of who would know what to do. One person who'd thought out scenarios and had a plan Z (Zombie Plan).

His name was Adam Greene. And he was a Canadian.

"I know this must sound crazy, I killed a zombie. How many times have I said it over and over in my head? These creatures that we once thought to be fictional are now walking amongst us and even worse... They are in our town." I was pacing back and forth now in Adam's apartment (an apartment that I would have soon moved into had this outbreak not occured, anyways). "All I know is, there are probably going to be more Adam... a lot more." I looked over to him and saw the grave look on his face turn into a confident smile. He looked me in the eyes.

"Let's do this!"

Chapter 2: Thank God I wore my boots today

"It's a dream... a dream. No... its real. This one of those things you always wanted to happen, but never thought could." My heart was racing and I was frozen in a state of panic. This creature, this beast... this zombie. Yes, as crazy as it sounds, zombie was slowly making his way towards me and I was standing in the middle of the road, frozen.

"Get a hold of yourself" my inner self said. "It's a zombie. You don't have much time, you need to move, or you're going to die!"

The zombie continued his limping swagger towards me. A moan escaping his lips.

"Jared... Jared! JARED!!!!" Finally I came to, and fully realized what was going on. The zombie was less than four feet in front of me. His arms reaching out for a deadly embrace. "Well, now what?" I thought to myself. In that split second I made a decision that would change my life forever. I summoned my strength and planted a swift kick to his knee cap. After that, it all happened in slow motion. He began to fall forward onto the asphalt. When his face kissed the asphalt, I jumped at the opportunity to end his existence. My foot met his skull, until I heard that sweet sound of a crack.

"This can't be the only one..."

Chapter 1: It Starts...

I don't know where it started or when. I just know that it did. This virus... disease, whatever the hell it is, destroyed the world I once knew to be normal. I thought it was a joke at first. People can't really come back from the dead, that's just stuff you see in movies right? How completely wrong I was. I was too naive to believe it, until it was too late.

My day started like any normal day. I woke up, hopped in the shower, grabbed some breakfast, and left for work. Nothing seemed different. My drive in was pleasant and the traffic was actually not bad. It usually never is too terribly bad in a nothing town such as mine. I made my way to my regular parking place and departed from my vehicle. As I walked through the outskirts of down town toward my office, I saw what looked like a homeless guy walking, or limping... no, staggering. From across the street I could see that he had blood on his pants, my impressive power of deduction concluded that this was the cause of the limp. Normally, I would just keep walking, but my conscience got the better of me. I knew that something was wrong here and this man needed help. After arguing with myself about being a Good Samaritan, I walked over to attempt to help the guy.

"Hey buddy, are you alright?" I slowly began walking across the street and approached the wounded stranger. "Hello? Did you hear me?" As I got closer to the man, he turned his head towards me and his eyes gazed upon mine. His eyes had the look of a day old doughnut, his mouth was gaping wide, sagging to left and a bloody drool ran down his face. "Sir, we need to get you to a hospital!" He turned his body completely towards me now. I could now see what was causing the man's limp. His foot was bent with the sole facing outward at almost a ninety degree angle. I backed away, stunned at what I was seeing and that's when I noticed it. His arm. It was undeniable now, about three-fourths down this straggler's arm was the mark.

"Holy shit... it's a zombie."