Vzombie

Part 1

- Like many other days, I used to sit in the cramped room, lying in his foul but play games by day. Time becomes very vague. I have 16 years, was expelled for fighting. Since then, my parents isolated me from my family and to live in an old boarding house, deep in some alley Quy Nhon. My roommate is a win (or called Bon), also a gamer. We're like brothers until Wins graduation and graduation. So now I'm alone. This boarding house is situated well away from downtown, the extra overhead, soundproof glass and curtains always pulled tight. It can be said that, I completely separate from defending world outside, even the sun. Today, when I'm playing Minecraft is naturally a power failure and the fridge is empty. The food has run out, only two water bottles Lavie.

  "Mum it!" I swear.

- Now I do not know anything. I pulled the phone out, attempted to call fast food outlets, the notice is lost wave, I decided to go into town, buy some toys, also quite long since the last time I saw the streets and people.

I opened the door and got out. Accommodation Zone strangely quiet today, turn off the lights in all the rooms. I want the streets quickly. But strange. 1 street Quy Nhon no shadow, absent atrophy. Garbage, leaves full of sugar. Even with a couple of motorcycles, bicycles lying, dead meat before they go anywhere, devastated too. I think of the most crowded places can. Yeah, Resort Genh most recent fern. I go fast to get there. What's cheerleaders do my eyes exclaimed:

"What the fuck this thing"

Before me is the one the helicopter lying amid the rubble of Port resorts. I do not believe my eyes again, like 68 years so.

Being stuck between dream and reality, suddenly I met one man in the distance. He like being drunk or something, I called out:

"What you dear!"

He does not seem to give much thought. I run to, hope to answer is how the question in my head.

See me running again, he turned to look. Disgusting guy, his eyes bulged, his mouth filled with blood, skin wrinkled, rough, ragged clothes and apparently he punctured abdomen. Too amazing, I froze. He then ran to the, er no, sprinting. I ran away but he grabbed the collar and then fell to the ground with animals. He Xom up as rabid dog. I use two hands grabbed his antiques to one side of his neck way meets the road. That he had broken his neck resting one place, I picked one stick nearby, stretched out as to threaten. He suddenly sprang up. Suddenly, I found him one mid skull. His face was dead meat after my stroke.

"He was what the hell ???" That is the question that I have posed during the night, the first night I faced plague

To be continue...............