By Jmulls12


Sometime in the near future~


"SHIT, RUN" I opened my door. Chaos, utter chaos filled the streets around my house. You know, I never really thought of how the world would end, let alone if it even would in my life time. I guess thats why they say the only thing you can count on is not counting on anything. As i reached my car, two of the bastards approached moaning. I raised my 9 mm and got them both between the eyes. Quickly I started the ignition and blasted through my driveway, taking out a couple on the way. A man came up to my window screaming to let him in. He was bitten. Sorry buddy, not today. I gave him the most sympathetic look i could conjure up and kept going. I didnt have much, just a 9 mm I bought a while ago so I could protect myself from robbers in the middle of the night. I had about 40 rounds left, i wasted about 10 getting to my car. It was completely crazy out there. the streets were filled with moaning zombies and screamin people running for their lives. I didnt know if sometimes i was running over another dead bastard or a person, the streets were so clogged.
I wanted to go get my family, take them to safety, but something in me would not allow me to turn the car in their direction. Instinct, i guess? All I knew was that staying of course would get me killed. Maybe i'm a little selfish for that. The noise became unbearable as well. Even through the car I could hear the chaotic screams of the living and dead around me. I saw people cornered trying to jump up onto rooves they couldnt climb, that was the worst. As i sat there driving by, 20 zombies would crowd around a man, maybe he had children with him, maybe he didn't- I saw both scenarios. They would climb on top of cars but it was no use. I tried not to watch for the most part.
I was going to head outside the city and try to reach some kind army base, how stupid was I? While driving, I came along a dead man eaten to the bone. Next to him was a rifle, so I figured i'd take out. I stopped the car and got out. there didn't seem to be anyone around, so i bent down and picked up the gun. It was an M14, one of those semi- autos they use in the special forces. I checked his pockets and found two boxes of ammunition with 20 rounds in each. The magazine held 15 out of 20, which led me to believe this guy went down with a fight. That left me with 55 rounds for the M14 and 40 for my 9 mm.
As i got back into my car, three came out of the bushes, chasing me. I wound the window down and blasted them all with my new rifle. I wound it back up and hauled ass down the road.
To be continued...



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