How I survived... Zombies!

Chapter 1 : Outbreaks aren't fun

I can't believe this thing works! Ok, where to start? I need to write down everything truthfully so that anyone who finds this will know what to do. Ok, but first my name's Joy, funny since I've never been the happiest person in the world. Quite the opposite actually... Either way at the start of this I was... Oh, my God! I was 14. I'm fricking 17 now! It's been... So long. But things have finally cooled down enough for life to start to go back normal. Or as I like to call it,'The way things were before the shit hit the fan!' Either way, what to say?

How about I just start from the beginning of the outbreak? Yeah, I think it'd be best to start there. Memories don't fail me now!

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As I mentioned I was just 14 when this started. I was probably just screwing around on the internet, most likely YouTube.com. Then I heard cars crashing outside, we lived close to a road that a few people would take to just get to Memphis or Jackson. I'd lived there my entire life, there had never been a wreck out there that I could, or can remember.

I looked out through my window, which happens to look out over the highway. I couldn't believe my eyes, people were walking around the cars, which were in flames, like nothing had just happened. Not only that they were trying to get into them! I mean, that doesn't... That's not even close to being ok.

"E? E!" I called out, hoping that my little brother was in the house. Something was happening outside, and I didn't want to think about what it could be. Maybe this was just done sorta prank. Yeah! Nothing ever happened in this town, everyone would be going nuts over this! It was the perfect place to do this sorta thing!

"Joy! Get all the food you can into the truck!" I heard Eli shout along with the slamming of our door. I ran out of my room and went straight towards the kitchen. I stopped on my way there, only to see Eli grabbing what looked like every gun we owned from our laundry room. And yes, we kept our guns in our laundry room, don't judge us!

You see, we lived in Bolivar, Tennessee, according to the internet the most redneck town in Tennessee. While our family wasn't a redneck family, my dad enjoyed hunting. We had about... Five, maybe six guns for hunting, one shot gun, and two bows which neither of knew how to use. He left the bows alone.

"E, what are you doing?!" I screamed at him. He looked up at me, fear evident in his eyes. He looked down at the shot gun in his hands, eyes wide, yet serious. He tossed it over to me. Me being afraid of what would happen if I didn't catch it, scrambled to get it and luckily succeeded. I panted for a moment, fearful of the gun that was in my hands. Of course being the daughter of a hunter I had handled a gun before, but that didn't mean I liked them. I looked at Eli, unable to believe he had thrown it at me. I knew it had the safety turned on, but still! "What the heck, E?!"

"You know how we always planned for the zombie apocalypse, ya know as a joke?" Eli asked me. And of course I remembered that, they were some of my favorite memories. We would talk about what to take, who tho take, where to go. You know all the important stuff. We would often make plans for different types of zombies. Mainly depending on speed like the limping ones, the walking ones, and, possibly the most horrifying, running zombies. He stood up and looked at me, eyes filled with horror. "We're heading to Wal-Mart."

"Wait, what?" I said, as I walked down the stairs and set the gun down on the counter next to the sink. I was still unable to process what was happening. This couldn't be real. This had to be some sort of prank! This... This couldn't be real! "You... Please tell me you're joking with me. All right, where's the camera? What show am I on?"

"J, this is real. You know it," he said pointing to me.

"This, this is insane! Zombies aren't real! They're the creation of man and nightmares, in other words not real!" I screamed. I ran a hand through my hair. I was dreaming, this had to be a dream. I'd had tons of dreams just like this one, Eli and I fighting off zombies. But this... It was so vivid. This was real, and I knew it. And I wished with all my being that it wasn't.