Chapter 1: Alone
You know your alone when you see a small insect and get excited. Also when you get your gun and go kill the one thing you can avenge on, because they murdered your parents. They murdered my parents, my friends, and all of my neighbors.
Zombies,zombies did this. They killed everyone i know. Leaving me depressed and angry. My only friends are my gun and blade. Now all i know is to kill. Not to love, not to be sad, but to kill.
The last thing i heard from my parents was, " Jesse, we love you. Now run, run as fast as you can and get away from here. Go!" Then they turned. The transformation was grotesque; these were not the zombies you saw on T.V. Immediatly blood was streaming out of their mouths. There flesh was white as paper, and there eyes. There eyes were bloodshot and black like endless holes.
As soon as i saw this i froze in place. I was shocked as the sight of my former parents, now enemies. When they started to come after me thats when, i started to run. Before I ran out I grabbed my dad's gun and his blade.
I had never shot a gun before, but i learned quickly while searching for a house that was empty. I came across a giant house, when i was running from my parents. This house had a stone front and green siding. Right then i knew it was perfect, because i knew somebody lived in it before so it should have been stocked with food.
This house had a problem though because apparently almost every zombie at that time thought that this house was perfect as well. It seemed like they literally were all waiting for me to walk through that door. When I entered the room the smell of rotting flesh made me want to gag. I quickly pulled out my gun and started shooting.
At first I was a little rusty but I adjusted quickly and cleaned the house out of zombies in a matter of 30 minutes max. This is the house I live in now and it has beds and food. The food I have to stock up on every 6 days. The one thing I also like about this house is that it had all sorts of vehicles to learn about.
I taught myself how to drive because there were a lot of cars in this house. There was a red Ferrari, a motorcycle, and a Ford F-150, which is my favorite. I taught myself to drive in the Ford because I knew the back seat is where I can put my stock of weapons, which I pick up usually when I go to the store. When I was teaching myself how to drive I would get depressed, because when I was younger I always imagined that my parents would teach me how to drive. Now I realize that will never happen because they are now zombies and probably eating their breakfast right now.
