Containment (Story I of Zombie Series)

Chapter I: Containment

It's finally been confirmed by our own government. The zombie apocalypse has officially begun. The first break out to be recorded was in Milwaukee, WI.

It all started on a sunny day. The sky was cloudless. People were going about their days. Walking to work, taking the bus to wherever they were going. Just the normal things humans do every day.

But that day, something peculiar happened. Something so frightening, you'd scream and run. That's what everybody literally did. Not lying. Everything I'm about to tell you is actually true.

So anyways, it all began on the busy streets of Milwaukee. A man was walking to work one day. All dressed up in a tuxedo while carrying a briefcase with his paperwork in it. When he eventually got to a bus stop location, he began to feel sick to his stomach. How do I know all of this? Well, I was there. At the time, I was serving in the National Guard. We got a call that day saying a man was acting abnormal and attacking other people. Me and some very close friends of mine were all sitting in the back of an armored truck with our AK-47's ready at our hands. We were in full uniform. We had our hard hats strapped on our heads, bullet-proof vests on, and our casual military looking uniform with brown boots that went up past our ankles.

When we got there, there was nothing but chaos. People were screaming; running from something. When the truck came to a stop, we quickly opened the back door to the truck and threw our guns up into the ready position. My friend Calvin, who was standing aside from me, was the first to be attacked whatever those things were. The man eating figure, with a pale white face, and completely white eyes, ran up from behind us, and jumped on Calvin's back and bit him in the neck. Calvin dropped his gun and fell to the ground. Blood was splattering out of his neck because the thing bit into a main artery. The suffering he went through was unforgettable.

I than quickly turned around and shot the bastard in the head. Once the thing was dead on the ground, I ran and kneeled next to Calvin. He looked at me and tried to say something. Before he died, his last words were "I see the light. I'm finally--." After that his eyelids slowly dropped over his head and he let the remaining air out of his lungs, indicating he was living no more. I knew I couldn't let him turn into one of those things, so I pulled out my M1911 pistol and put the end of the barrel on his head. I looked away and closed my eyes. Then I pulled the trigger. BANG! I heard the gun go off. I knew I had to be strong. I couldn't let my friends death get to me. I wanted these things eradicated for good!

So I put my pistol back in the gun carrier on my belt and stood up. I leaned down to pick up mine and Calvin's Ak's. I strapped his around my back and told my remaining friends to be aware. They all looked at me and patted my back.

"You did the right thing sargent," Will said as he patted my back and ran towards the death-defying, man eating zombies.

That day, all of my friends died, except me and Will. After we couldn't contain the increasing number of zombies, we scuttled and let our positions. We ran out of the city before it could get worse. We ran all the way back to my house where my younger brother and my father were residing.

Once we got there, I walked up the stairs onto the front deck of the house. I walked up to the white door. Before I could begin knocking on the door, I noticed the door was left cracked open. I kicked the door open to find no one in the house. I looked back at Will.

"They can't be!" I said as I began to get angry and fierce. I then began searching for my family. Luckily, I ran into the basement to find both my brother Jason, and my father Frank hiding in the corner of the basement. But they weren't the only ones. There was a little girl, about seven years old, hugging Frank and crying. I slowly walked closer to them all.