PROLOGUE
THE START OF SOMETHING BIG
My name is Chris.
I is Chris
Chris
Chris
Chris
Chris Chris Chris
“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Anthony, happy birthday to you!” my friends and family chorused, big smiles on their faces. I felt one blinking into existence on my own face; I should be happy! It’s my 19th birthday! However, something felt really wrong. I don’t know what's going on, but I have learned to always trust my gut. And my gut was rumbling, hungry for cake, that is.
“Blow out your candles, honey!” My mom, Pam, exclaimed. I followed her orders with a mock salute as I took a deep breath and blew all of them out.
Suddenly, a big thud came from the direction of the front door. My dad, being the closest, walked to the door, where the banging noise continued to sound, and opened it.
“Hello, may I-“ His voice choked up as he slammed the door and ran back to the group of confused people still standing around the dining room table. “Pam,” he said, “make sure all the doors and windows are locked.” His voice was scary-calm.
“Jim,” my mom began slowly, “what’s going on? Who was out there?” My father just shook his head and went to lock the back door.
Chris were here
Chris is alyways here
I watch you wall you sleep
Like Santa. :3
“It was a zombie,” he said lowly. I heard gasps all around.
Running upstairs, I went to my room and pulled a box out from under my bed. Opening it, I sighed in relief when I saw all my guns, knives, and ammo were still there. I brought the box downstairs and slammed it on the table. “Everyone, fill every clip with ammo and place them in the correct guns,” I heard myself say, almost as if from a distance.
My sister, Rachel, looked at me in awe. “Where did you get all these guns?!” She murmured, it was obvious she was jealous. She always loved shooting guns at the shooting range with me and dad. “That’s not important right now, Rach, just get a pistol and load it like I taught you.” Rachel was an amazing shot with the pistol; she always hit the bull’s eye.
Scott, my one and only best friend, smirked at me. “This is gonna be fun, we’re gonna kick some zombie ass!” I grinned back, looking out the back door. There were already zombies pouring out of the woods in the backyard, rotting flesh dropping off them everywhere.
“Alright everyone,” my dad said, even though it was only Rachel, me, Scott, my mom, and my other sister, Emily. “Pam and Emily, I need you two to go down to the cellar. Scott, are you a good shot?” My dad asked as my mother picked up Emily, whom was only four, and carried her downstairs. “Yup,” he replied, casually.
Father looked sternly at Scott. “This is a serious matter, Scott. This has happened before. And the last time Pam and I barely made it.” His tone was final, and somewhat sad.
Scott nodded nervously, and went back to loading the 22 he always used when we went shooting together.
I slowly pulled out my favorite gun of them all, my AR15. It was already fully loaded from the last time I had used it.
