Rise of the Dead (The Zombie Apocalypse)

Chapter 1

I kept hoping she would phone me back, but deep inside I knew that she wasn't going to. She's been missing for days now. I sent Becca and Andy to search the perimeter, I thought they'd make a great team; Becca's good with a gun and Andy is a genius! Yet, they haven't returned either. They're all probably wandering around, tearing limbs from the innocent and ruthlessly devouring their flesh. That's all they do. Destroying the human population one by one. I've let everyone down once again. Just like when Jack died. It wasn't supposed to happen. It's been three weeks since his death and yet his face still haunts me. His last words forever imprinted in my mind. My guilt still remains, reminding me of him every second of the long, cold days. It was all my fault... and I couldn't forget that.

**3 WEEKS EARLIER**
"They won't pick up!" Jack shouted from a phone booth.
It's been three hours since we've seen anyone. What's going on? Where is everybody? Cars are sprawled throughout the empty streets and we see no signs of any living beings. I consider that this horrific ordeal could possibly be the legendary myth known as 'zombies'. I laugh to myself and quickly dismiss this thought, as I hear his piercing scream of frantic fear from behind. I turn abruptly... only to see my worst nightmare coming true. I instantly know what they are. So many books, games and films about them. Who would ever think that it could eventually happen? I watch as the demonic minions of satan surround the phone box. I hear him faintly shout "Kalel! RUN!" But I cant.
He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I refuse to leave him, but I am encompassed about with terrors that I dare not think of, I am in fear - in awful fear. I force myself to move and begin to slowly creep my way over to where Jack is stranded; I'm too late. Each of them trail away slowly and after they are a safe distance away, I run to Jack's almost lifeless body, he barely even looks like himself. As I kneel by his side, he coughs and splutters as his body lays partially dragged out of the phone booth. He chokes out his final words "Who is it?"
I don't even have time to respond as his arm drops to the ground. He's gone.

Even now, after three weeks, I see his body. Lifeless. Empty. Dead. I hear his last words again and again. 'Who is it?' He didn't even know that I'd gone back to help him. He thought that I ran away, and left him to die. My heart shatters into a thousand pieces as I relive the memory over and over. Constantly playing in my mind; it's all I see. I feel so lost without him but the others say that I shouldn't blame myself, but it doesn't seem to matter, and it doesn't seem right. I'm not prepared to let another member of our group die alone. They keep telling me to give up, she's dead, they say. She isn't, I know it, and I am going to find her, I just need to keep the faith. As I slump onto the torn blankets, my head hits the pillow and I instantly fall asleep.