The Zombie Apocalypse: A Story of Survival
It's only been a few days now... it started like all the movies did... strange news reports, black helicopters, crazy stuff over radio... thought it was some sort of joke, some kind of twisted April fools prank... but it's July... So we put it out of mind, ignored it, explained it away... that is until they were in our town, roaming our streets... eating my friends and neighbors... my... my family... I tried to fight them off, I did all I could... but they... they just kept coming... and coming... we managed to lock ourselves in the crawlspace in the roof... "poor man's attic", my wife called it... she.. she was bit... the bastard took half of her hand... we patched it up pretty good, holed up there for days... she got sick... infection, from the hand... I hoped... hoped she would pull through... and then... then...
I woke up to the sounds of my little boy dying, his own mother ripping his... his... tearing... Oh god... then she came for me... I, I... I crushed my wife's skull with my son's little league trophy... but I couldn't stop her... I... she bit me...
I can already feel the fever... Oh god... help me... help me....
