Chapter 1: the Outbreak
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I struggled to reach my gun from behind the door. It seemed to be caught on something. They drew nearer and nearer to me until i could almost feel them breathing on my neck. Death at this point would be a bitch, but I've come this far and I think I've had a good run. Its time to say good bye.Nice hook right? Every story needs a good hook to get the reader interested and want to read on. You may be thinking that now that you've read that, you don't need to read the rest of my story, but i urge you to read on. My story must be told.
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It seemed to be quite a normal day. I got up, had breakfast, got ready, and went to school. Maybe if there had been some sort of sign as to what was to come that day, I might have been more prepared for what i was to face. School seemed just as boring as ever, same old schedule, same old classes, same old everything.During computer class I decided to check out the Zombie Survival And Defense Wiki. I started to see an increase in posts with titles like "HELP!" or "It's Happening!". I decided to check it out, but before i could read the posts, my teachers made me get back to work. Funny how one little event like that can shape the events of a life time.
The school bell rang at its regular time. But something was strange. As soon as I left the building there seemed to be a strange stillness to everything. None of the usual noises of cars and lawnmowers, just the wind. Then I saw it. There was a man standing in the middle of the field. He seemed pretty badly wounded from what I could see. Being the naive person I was, I decided to go and get the principal to go and check if the man was alright. Big mistake. As my principal walked out to the man who was now moving closer to the school. I noticed something. The man was off worse then i had thought. All I had seen at first was blood on the right side of the mans body, now that he was closer i could see the gruesome truth. He was missing an arm.
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Ligiments and strands of muscles hung from the stump on the mans arm. It was sickening and it seemed as though the smell of death was arriving in the air. I have realized what was going on, I had sent my principal to his death. Before i could do anything the man lunged himself at my principals throat. He bit through it as though it were air. I tried to be as quiet as possible. Slowly I walked towards the gate that lead to the street that I live on. I walked backwards in an effort to make sure the "man" didn't know I was there. Step by step I was silent. I should have been paying more attention to where I was going because i walked into another man I turned around to apologize but I realized that it wouldn't make a difference to him. I saw its eyes, blood shot and lifeless stare back at me. It made it's move but I was to quick for it. I jumped to the side and began to sprint. I reached the gate.
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It was only a matter of seconds before I reached my home and had the doors locked. From the window I could see what was happening. The streets were in chaos. The blood of the young, the old and every thing in between covered portions of the ground. There were corpses littering the streets. I saw some of my best friends running towards my house. Five of them to be exact. I opened the door to let them in. Three survived long enough to get to my house. Pain and disgust sank into me. They were gone as fast as I had seen them. The three remaining were Peter Johnson, a well built intelligent person, Erin Rogers, A brave and cunning young woman, and finally Sandra Tees, The most beautiful girl I've ever met, I have had a crush on her for years but have never worked up the guts to tell her. We were safe now, but for how long?
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I called for my parents to come upstairs. They were in the basement and hadn't seen the chaos in the streets yet. But when they did they decided to call 9-11. Busy. They tried again. Busy. over and over again they tried. Still busy. It was obvious that we weren't going to be getting much of any help from the police. I knew who I could trust to get help from. The Zombie Survival And Defense Wiki. As I logged on I realized the forums were being flooded with posts about where it wasn't safe to be. Then I realized that I had received a new message from Beowolf2700 that read:Bamoh. Are you okay? Do you know whats happening?I simply replied:The Outbreak.
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Chapter 2: The Plan
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I knew what I had to do. I started messaging people I trusted on the Wiki. From Beowolf2700 to 3DayAsylum I began asking if they would be able to meet up with my group at Hen Island. If you don't know what Hen Island is, it is a small island about 175 by 150 meters. it is located in about 15 kilometers off of Pelee island Ontario in Lake Erie. Out of the people I asked only three said they would try and make it. They were Beowolf2700, 3DayAsylum and AndrewNakamura. These people all have teams of their own and with the help of my team we could form a small colony on the island. We said our goodbyes and decided that it would be best to start heading out as soon as possible.
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During our planning session my parents had called my sister Lesley and her husband Brian. They and their seven month old baby Jonathan made it to the house safely. Our neighbors Mike and Ginge who have a large cabinet full of rifles joined our group as well. They also brought their four year old son. Our group now has twelve members with us. Each with their own special skills. However their was no answer at my friends houses and we fear the worst happened to their family members.
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I explained the plan in detail and everyone decided that it was a good idea. I grabbed my BOB and any canned food and non-perishables left in my home. Mike and Ginge did the same at their house. They had enough guns for everyone who knew how to shoot them and handed them out to those who could. We decided it would be the best idea to use Mike's truck. It was strong and sturdy and had built in seats in the back for hunting from. This would come in handy for making sure the ZED's couldn't get into the main body of the truck. If they did we would be royally screwed.
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As we began to drive away from our homes, our town and our lives we remembered all of the good times we had there. All of us knew that we were probably never going to come back ever again. And it was for the best. Everything we heard on the radio was BS. Things like saying there was mass riots and murderous crowds played on nearly every station. They were covering it up. but then something happened on a station we happened to be listening too. I remember it well, too well.
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"There have been reports of rio.. Hey! Who is that guy over there? Oh my god someone help him! Wait what's he.... Oh my god he's killing her! Oh god kill him! Kill IT! She's dead... Wait shes getting back up! AHHHHHH!" The station was interrupted by an emergency broadcast urging everyone to stay indoors and not to leave.In fact every station was interrupted by the same repeating message. Few Answers Were given from this new broadcast. But every five minutes there was an update on what was going on. But nothing that we didn't already know. We hoped that something they said on the next broadcast may help us with our plan.