How To Survive A Zombie Apocalypse
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ATTENTION NEW READERS!!!!! Hi there, just here to let you know that this version of the story WILL NOT BE COMPLETED!!!! I'm currently re-writing. It's the same basic plot and majority of the characters are the same but I'm hoping that the quality of the writing will be considerably better. So, I would be honored if you would jump to my profile and read How I Survived The Zombie Apocalypse instead of this one, thank you very very much, Sam :)
The world ended, the zombies rose and those of us left now have to try to rebuild our lives. It's not going to be easy. What with the government lying to us, the new corrupt army after us and don't get me started on the billions of Infected now roaming the world like locust. I'm Alex and this is my story, my gift to you, a guide to surviving the zombie apocolypse. Good Luck... Oh and one piece of advice, don't get bit.
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