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Chapter 1; The Beginning

September 3, no sign of the living.

It's been fifteen days since meeting someone who didn't have brains on their menu.

Jenny, Paul and Evan turned.

I'm running low on material. My hatchet has broke and that leaves me with a .45 and a Swiss Army knife I found in a house we raided a couple states over.

The banging outside hasn't stopped for hours and I hear screeching on the windows.

I can't get the screams and cries out of my head.

I squeeze my eyes shut and wonder how much longer. How much longer it'll be for sunrise, how much longer it'll be for all this to be over.

I drift off into a dark, dreamless sleep filled with shrieks and piercing screams of the undead.

. . .

I awake feeling a breeze come over my cheek and remember that I didn't leave a window open.

My back aches from my sleeping position on the floor and that's when I notice it.

A walker across the room just staring at me.

That's not what I notice.

It's Evan.

Half of his jaw is missing and I can see all the muscles in his face starting from his forehead to chin.

He just stands there. Staring and teetering. He's waiting. He's waiting for me to make the first move.

Keeping complete eye contact with him, I slowly reach for the back of my calf and grab onto my knife.

He slowly puts one foot after another. I feel frozen.

It's Evan. The Evan I've known since freshman year. The Evan that use to watch wrestling with until it became lame. The Evan that introduced me to my first girlfriend.

Now look at him. Bulged eyes, boyish hair now receding down his scalp, bony face. This Evan is now a walker. An undead.

My eyes water.

His hands reach out for me and I nearly take them but snap back into reality. He's gone.

One tear falls from my eyes. Taking the knife from its hiding spot, I tackle Evan and force the knife into his head. He thrashes but eventually he dies down.

It's over. I fall off of him and weep.

This is the world now.

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K so I know this is short but that's how I wanted to write this chapter.

Enjoy the picture up top!

Two days ago was my birthday! I'm seventeen! Crazy oh gosh it feels like yesterday I was throwing kool-aid from a wine glass in my sister face from a "dinner" that we made for us two when I was 8.

Gees. I was ruthless.

Enjoy the next chapter!