When it all began ~part 3~

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The day it all started, I was on duty in the army. I had been talking to my buddy Will about my sister, Avi, when we heard a crash and snarls coming from the gates. Of course, we reacted based on our training. But nothing we trained for had us prepared for this. We fired our weapons, but nothing other than a shot to the head could kill them, and the more we shot, the more there were.

"Max, we gotta go!" I could hear my dad calling for me from his plane. Some of the other men and women had already done the same, understanding that air travel and air strikes were our best bet at beating these guys.

I tapped Will's shoulder. "Time to go, come on!" I called over the sounds of screaming and gunshots.

"Someone has to defend the base-"

"Will, the base is done for! This place is overrun, we gotta go!" I argued with him, trying to convince him.

When he finally agreed and I ran with him to the plane, that was when all hell broke loose. Those things had broken down the gates and were making their way through. These guys were much faster than the movies. Just as we were about to get in the plane, one of them grabbed my leg and I started struggling with it, trying to stop it from getting to an artery. It snarled and thrashed and Will tackled it to the ground, getting bit in the process. I ran to his side after shooting the bastard in the head. He was already writhing and groaning in agony.

"Will, hey man, stay with me. We gotta go, come on get up-!"

"I can't max... I'm bit... You know how this goes... Get out of here. Find your sister and get somewhere where they can't reach you..! Go!"

Regardless of my attempts, he was right. I couldn't save him. I climbed into my jet and sped off, but I ended up crashing in the woods after my engine gave out. Zombies were there to greet me, and one of them managed to get a hold on me. I shot it down and groaned from the bite in my shoulder. But as I waited for my turn to die, it never came.

That's when I realized I was immune. To this day, I have never forgotten about that. And I've never once told anyone my secret, other than my father.

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