Welcome To Hell

    Well, I see you've started reading this, congrats. You'll be the next to know, about Alex Heartfelt, and the horrors he faced. Now, where to start..ah yes! Let us start off before his life shifted from bad to zombies. The date was February 10th, 2013, when it all happened, when they came. The day before though, everything seemed so normal... 

     Alex was a young black 18 year old boy, his hair jet black and short. He'd finally had the tone body that he worked so hard to get. The young man's mother died in a horrible job related accident, he didn't talk about it much.  The father of the house worked in a different part of the world, Alex wasn't quite sure where, as father was always moving. At the moment, the 18 year old lived with his good friend Marcus, in a small house, in a usually busy neighborhood. Marcus was just the opposite of Alex, he was always, well, fat in both body and mind. He wore a double chin with pride as he was the local champion in many different eating contests. He always thought he had the best short, orange, frilled hair in the world, and his freckles on his yellow/white cheese face made him look "younger" as Alex would always say, laughing his butt off.

    Tonight, Alex was lying on his bed, half asleep, and his mp3 playing a "deep thinking" song. Suddenly, there was a loud banging at the door "HEY, OPEN THE FREAKIN' DOOR MAN!! C'MON MAN!!!" Alex knew right away that it was Marcus, and by the way his voice was shaking and how violently he was banging, he knew it wasn't a joke this time. Jumping out of bed and dashing to the door instinctively was the easy part, it was when he opened the door and reached out to grab Marcus that things went to crap. . .

10 minutes earlier:

Marcus was on his way home, he'd just finished shopping. As he pulled up to a red light, his little blue Toyota shut off, it was very old, but he and Alex got it for a cheap price. He dropped his head upon the steering wheel in disappointment , " Ah man! not this crap again"  his voice light and rather coarse. The fat carrot, as Alex always called him, tried cranking up the car again and again but to no avail. His chubby fist hit the horn in anger " Damn it!!" he sighed and grabbed the few things he got from the store and started walking home, it would only take a moment seeing as to how he lived about 5 minutes in walking distance from the light he stopped at. As he walked, he noticed that a few house doors were opened, some doors looked to even be broken into. His body now sweaty, his heart racing, he sped up. Occasionally, his eyes would dart from left to right, his hearing grew more acute. Suddenly, a very inhuman screaming echoed through the air, causing him to scream and take off running at full speed, dropping all his bags and nearly tripping. Marcus was far too frightened to look behind him, he just knew to get inside as fast as possible. His ears easily picked up the sound of many others running after him, heavy grunting and footsteps were getting closer and closer to him. Finally he reached his house's driveway, he ran up to the door and hit it with his shoulder, hoping it would be open already. The creatures behind him just followed and were nearly 15 running steps behind him. He banged on the door " HEY, OPEN THE FREAKIN' DOOR MAN, C'MON MAN!!!!" his voice broken and shaking as he looked back to see 5 people, blood stained and missing patches of flesh and clothing sprinting toward him. The door opened quickly and Alex reached out to pull Marcus in, as he grabbed Marcus's black shirt, one of the 4 abominations took hold of Marcus's hand, another wrapped their arms around his belly! Alex pulled with all his might "WHAT THE HELL!! MARCUS!?" his face in shock as the two that had Marcus were chomping away at his fat, tearing and chewing. He kicked one of the ravenous   people as hard as he could, knocking them off his now unconscious friend. The other three behind the one still chomping away ran past Marcus and toward Alex, " Crap!" ran through his mind. He backed up a bit and slammed the door on one of their heads hard enough to kill it, the other two shoved the door open and dashed inside, the third stopped eating away at the fat and dashed inside as well. Alex ran like a mad man as the other three quickly sprinted behind him, gaining on him. With little time to think, he quickly made a right turn and slammed the door shut behind him again, the three insane people banged and scratched at the door like animals. He realized he had a metal bat behind that door for safety. The bat now held horizontally in his hand, he opened the door, it swung open towards him. Just as it opened, one of the creatures ran in, mouth wide open and the left arm missing. Alex quickly noted the missing arm, he did a full 360 spin to the right as the creature charged at him, at nearly the same moment, he swung cleanly at the beast's head, "One down" he told himself. The second creature tackled him and the third did as well, Alex dropped his bat only to hold both the necks of the creatures away from his body. Now pinned to the ground, his grip was slipping, and their gnawing mouths were only getting closer. Many possible ways out of this rushed through his mind in a split moment, he deemed each one as a failure until one was possibly worth trying. His legs made their way beneath the creatures' legs as he pushed their necks away a little more, his grip was slowly slipping even more. His knees bent upward into their bodies now, he flipped them over, rolling back a bit to fully get them flipped. Rolling back in the opposite direction up to his feet, he kicked the bat out of the room and ran out as well, slamming the door shut behind him. His breathing was a bit heavy, but there was no time to waste. He pushed a dresser in front of the doorway and picked up the bat. Figuring the few objects woud hold them simply because they bang and don't have the brains to pull a door open, he felt a little safer. Cautiously he made his way to the now busted front door. " Marcus.. i'm so sorry i left you behi. ."  before he finished, he saw that Marcus's body was gone, only blood stains remained at his doorstep, Alex gripped his bat more tightly and wiped a small tear from his cheek. "Marcus..." he knew then exactly what was going on. Alex knew then that perhaps all the movies, games, and books were a sign for this day, a sign for the apocalypse. . .

       Everything around Alex seemed to be moving in slow motion while he sat on his knees at Marcus's blood stains, . The two zombies in his room were banging and scratching at the door, breaking it down ever so slowly, but he didn't seem to care or notice as he thought of how he failed his friend. For twelve years they knew each other, and of all places to meet, it was a food convention. It was after Marcus won a contest there that Alex asked the big guy about his secret to winning, beyond that moment he and Marcus clicked like peanut butter and jelly. They were vastly different in many ways, but that's what made them great friends. Just as he was recalling more memories, he heard a heavy breathing just 20 steps away. Quickly he stood, ready to run and/or fight, he held his bat tightly and glanced back as he turned to run when suddenly he noticed who stood before him... it was Marcus. Alex looked at him with shock and awe in his face as he turned back to face him. Marcus only glared back at him, his skin pale, his eyes bloodshot, his belly torn. Slowly, his shock transformed to sadness, as he knew what had to be done at this point. He raised his bat and took a step back, keeping his eyes on Marcus's feet "Hey big guy. . ." , his voice cracking and low as he spoke,  " . . . you. .know what i have to do bud,right. . .? ", he knew Marcus couldn't understand him, so one could say Alex was preparing himself for the inevitable. The dead friend started walking towards Alex, his walk grew fast rapidly and his arms stretched out for flesh. There was no time for second thoughts or hesitation of any kind, Alex's mind cleared of their past together and his goal set to kill,he ran towards Marcus. Alex shifted his path slightly to the left , aiming for the big guy's right leg, he tripped Marcus up and spun around to face his friend's now face down body. " Forgive me. . old friend . ." he said calmly as he waited for him to try and stand, just when the fat carrot got to his knees, Alex swung with all his might, knocking his friend's head clean off. . . 

After that day, Alex was mentally never the same again...