Survival.

Everyone always jokes about the apocalypse. Saying what they'll do when it happens. Talking about how they'll survive. Making up different ideas about what will start it. But no one was ready for it. Not even me. The scary part is that no one was expecting it. No one was expecting to be sitting at home on a Friday day night and suddenly have the army at their door, telling them they needed to get out as fast as they could. No one told us exactly what was going on. They said that something down at the CDC had gone wrong and that no one should panic. That we should just evacuate and they would bring us home when everything was settled. I didn't even have time to pack, they rushed us out so fast. I had false hope that night. False hope that everything was going to be just fine. That someone knew exactly what to do. But what I wasn't expecting was to be thrown completely unprepared into a zombie attack. Someone at the CDC was exposed to some kind of infection that killed them. But no one expected it to bring them back as some flesh hungry monster. It didn't take long for the disease to spread. Infecting more people inside. They blew up the building, trying to kill any trace of the germ, but it was too late. People were bitten when some of the things escaped during evacuation of the building. And eventually more and more people were bitten. The world went to shit real fast. But I was damned if I was going to go to shit with it. I grew up watching way too many zombie movies to die in some fucked up situation like this.