Time

Chapter 1: Fuck.....

Damn it, in the morning?! Why, of all the unbelievable shit to happen, in the morning?! Today was departing day, now I can't make it back home thanks to the fucking dead. Alright, I need to calm down, I'm in the military and I know how to take care of myself. I got my brother and we will find a way back home.

I guess for the sake of the next person to find this journal, maybe you would like to know what I look like so when you see my walking corpse, you can laugh, or kill it. Anyways, I'm 5'11, goatee, and I guess I could say I'm fit. I have a military fade, and rough eyes, green. My brother, Chris, 5'10 and a half, clean shaved, with fade as well, blue eyes. Oh yeah, and my name is Sam.

I'm in Iraq, was gonna go home today but seems the dead had other plans. Now me and Chris are walking down the streets with our gear on and M4's in our hands. Sirens blaring and choppers flying by, it's a hell hole, even after the enemies decapitating people, at least they aren't getting up.

"Let's check these buildings for civilians." I tell Chris, pointing to apartments on the right. We run up to the door, kicking it in Chris goes in first, me second. Lobby clear, few tables and chairs, I give the signal to go up the stairs, taking a deep breath. This time I go into the room first, which I guess was a mistake. There was a child eating her mother, and a dead dog on the other side of the room. It was a blood bath.

I run and pull the girl off, as Chris pulls the mother off the bed. The girl grabs me, knocking us to the ground, trying to eat a chunk out of my face. I hold my arm against her neck, pushing back, I look around the room for something to help. Nothing but Chris checking to see if the mom was still alive, I look back at the girl... into her eyes, dead eyes, pale and glazed. I reach for knife and stab it into the side of her head..... sick. I sit up, with a tear in my eye. Chris looks at me, then at the knife, then the girl, terrified.

I stand up, sheathing the knife. I look at Chris, "Let's go." I say, my voice quivering. We walk down the stairs, not wanting to check for others. It's been for hours since break out, we were at a small camp with some soldiers, we barely made it out alive. They attacked as we were waiting up, getting ready to monitor the streets in the small town. Now this town is nothing but silence and uncomfortable stillness. We walk down to one of our cars. We start it, slowly driving out of the city. The noise of the vehicle itself made a few dead come out of the hiding places, blood covered, fresh meat. I hate it, I need home.