Its been six months since the infection went global. I remember the caos and destrution that took place right infront of my home. I had to witness horribal things that no one should ever have to see. The hardst part for me is im on my own. I watched the horror of my own family being teared apart my little brothers went sent away with my mom to safty camps were most childre and women were taken to by the goverment. My dad my brother and I joined the governments so called clean up force to go out and kill the monsters. Every thing was going so well untill that day..
" Hey dad we got 2 of 'em over here! " my brother brandt shouts to my dad as we load our guns " I see them " he replies. I was sitting in the back of our truck trying to reconnect with anyone hoping there was survivors. I havnt spoken to anyone ever since the attack except my family thats all that matters. All of the sudden my phone buzzes the text reads
Cole,
I love you so much and i miss you please be carful with your dad and brother i hope to see you soon
Love, mom
I was in tears reading that. " Hey dad you kill them yet?!?! " I asked. I got no answer I grabbed my glock 45 .045mm and five ammo clips and grabbed my millitary knife that my grandpa gave me. I turned the cornor where my dad and brother went of to. I could not prepare my self tp what i saw my dad and brother passed out on the bround with bite marks. All of the sudden I hear a roar beside me and a zombie pounces me. I kick and pucnch it off of me and grab my knife to kill it silently. I plunge the knife into its skull. The zombie stops moving then i hear i giant ex
