DayZ ~ A Different Story

Jackson's Pov (1)

I was too late. I didn't have time to grab a freaking "care package", My house got raided by zombies! Well, I don't know if I should call it a house anymore. It's more like a garbage dump now. You can smell the foul rotting flesh of the brain-eating undead from literaly a half a mile away. By the time the zombies were done with that place, there wouldn't be anything left. Well, anything not broken, at least. All I had now were the clothes on my back and a bottle of Lactaid. (I'm lactose intolerant.) I didn't know what to do, so I just sat on a hill, staring at my house. On the way up the hill, I found my iPhone. A zombie must have thrown it. Surprisingly, it was still good as new. Eventually I couldn't stand the smell, so I headed off to school. At least they had real people there, and not living corpses.

By the time I got there, it was already to late. The school had been completely overrun by zombies. Man, they are fast. I wanted to go inside and salvage materials, but I had no form of defense (or offense). I was walking away when something in a broken store window caught my eye. I grinned. "Maybe there are some good things about the zombie apocalypse, after all." I grabbed it and ran towards the doors. I kicked down the front doors, just to be dramatic. (In order to do this, I had to sit there for, like, 20 minutes and unscrew all the parts, and it still really hurt my foot. Those doors are heavy!) "SUP GUYS!" Every zombie in the gym turned and stared at me. CHK-CHK! I still can't believe I found this in a store window. They all freaked out, and I fired my brand new machine gun.