Save Me.

The zombie apocalypse started. And it's not like you'd expect. It's not slow zombies crying out for brains, it's moaning, stumbling rotting flesh who want to tear open your body. And that's where I come in. I lived in a small town just like any other. There were the jocks, the hicks, the geeks, etc. except my town knew what was going to happen before anyone else. Our town was prepared and we had walls, but most left because of the reports. To see loved ones maybe, maybe because they thought we wouldn't survive. But our town knew, we found out before anyone else, and we had food like we expected it to last forever. But we don't just have to fight the zoms, we have to fight the people trying to get in without permission, and after a while, we had to fight each other for answers. I was going to off myself one night, when I felt no hope, but a boy from a newly accepted group snuck in to my house, planning to steal, but he ended up saving me. His name? Grayson Dolan.