We initially came out here about a week ago. The first town we were in was overrun by "them," before we actually got settled, thankfully. A day and a half's travel by foot got us here. The town we are in now is little more than a hand full of houses, a gas-station, a general store, and a small police station in the middle of the woods. It wasn't much, but it was easy to fortify. As you'd imagine, the trees helped quite a bit with that.
We had the perfect little civilization at our fingertips. I was the scientist, and somewhat the leader of the group. Sky was pretty good with religion, being Christian and all, so we in turn, put her in charge of keeping religion alive. Mark was in charge of maintaining our weapons, Rose was our archer and her brother, Michael, was our lookout.
But Randy, Randy was the cook; the best in the world. He could make spaghetti that'd blow your taste buds out. And finally, there was my little sister; Rose's mini-me, Ashley. Even though she wasn't my real sister, I looked to her as the closest family I had, considering everyone back home died. She helped anyone who needed it in the camp; most often me.
Since this disaster began, I examined the infecteds' behavioral patterns, as well as anything else of that nature. The most dangerous part of my job was observing them. Sometimes I had to get up close and personal with one of them uglies just to get what I needed. But only at night, by candle, would I write it all down. Sometimes I would even write small notes, and journal entries. That was what I was finally doing.
"July 7th, 2012," I began writing. "We've been here for about two days now, but something seems right. We're in a small wooded town/village, but there isn't any sign of wildlife. Only good thing is the lack of the infected. No new studies condu-"
"Jay! Come on, we gotta go. They're in!" screamed Ashley, crashing through the door, slamming my notebook closed, and grabbing her Glock that lay beside me.
I put my notebooks and writing utensils into my backpack, filled with various, little, much needed supplies. I stood from my chair and took my rifle from the back of it. It was my Dad's AR-15 assault rifle. When this all began, he gave it to me as a gift. And I'll always remember what he said when he handed it to me.
"Son," he said. "Go. Go find Ashley. Find Rose. Find everyone. Don't come back. When I open this door, it's you're only chance to leave this house. When it's closed, it isn't opening again. You're a man now. It's time for you to make you're own decisions."
Mom wasn't in the room, but rather she was upstairs, giving Dad the perfect opportunity. "Dad-" I started. My cell phone began ringing. I answered. It was Ashley
"Hello?"
"Bubby, I'm scared. Theyre tearing down the door. And there's nothing I can do. Please hurry. I love you," she said hanging up. I looked back up at Dad.
"Don't argue, just listen to me. You're probably the only hope anyone has around here. Like Ashley. I just heard everything. She's waiting on you. They're all out there waiting on you. I love you son."
He handed me my new rifle, and I naturally slung it over my shoulder and my backpack. I raised my battle axe instead of a firearm. "Dad, open the door."
He opened the door and before I could say bye, two infected shot through the door. He hadn't even had his rifle in hand yet. He couldn't fight. They got him.
I had an extremely aggressive reaction to that, and chopped the head off of one of them. The other continued to chow on my dad. I took my foot and smashed his head into the wall. "Dad!" I screamed, only to hear one single shot come from the up-stairs.
I ran back to my room to grab three more things before I left. I put my axe back on my belt, and I pulled my short sword from the wall. Then I got my makeshift shield, made from duct tape, and a model car hood, that easily slipped into my arm. As I left, I took Dad's rifle he died holding.
