142days Stories

' As soon as the sofa was against the door, the infected began bashing at the door. My time was limited, all I could do was hope that I can get out of this situation alive.' It's been 142 Days since the outbreak, and I've been trying to survive ever since. The name's Alex Rowe, by the way. I'm a 19 year old comic book artist, but I never thought those comics I've read about zombie apocalypses would ever come true. [WARNING: This story contains swearing and mild mentions of blood and gore. If you are offended by any of this, then I suggest not reading this. You have been warned.]