“I say we go as far north as we can, maybe even Alaska.” I said to the kids on the bus. “Why would that help?!” one kid shouted out. “Because zombies have no body heat; they’ll just freeze!” I shouted back. We reached an agreement with my plan and set off go North. We made it to a gas station and we got all the food, water, clothes, and maps as we could. We raided Safeway and stole all the food we could fit on a school bus. Some of the older kids went to RadioShack and got all the radio equipment they could find. I ordered a group to find every single container with a lid to fill with diesel. After that we were off to Alaska. Five days after we started we had gained a couple cars we found with keys still in them. We used them to push the cars that were abandoned after the attack out of our way.

We got so far with so little contact with the zombies that when we found a road blocked by cars and zombies most of us went into a panic. I shifted to reverse and backed up as fast as I could. “There’s another route three miles back!” I heard from our designated navigator. “I got a signal from the army! They’re coming to get us!” one of the radio kids said. I wasn’t about to wait for them so I told the kid to give them our heading and floored it. If rescue was here I wasn’t about to miss it. The two capture cars rammed obstacles out of my way and I drove on full speed ahead. “Choppers!” somebody yelled out. I looked around for zombies; seeing none I turned on the bus’s strobe lights and the chopper descended. Five men got off and approached the bus. They were armed and they weren’t wearing army uniforms. “Don’t open the doors!” I screamed too late. The kids in the back were already pouring out of the back. The men opened fire killing all of the survivors. I roared as I gunned the engine and rammed their helicopter into smithereens. I opened the door and limped into a building off the side of the road. Zombies came from everywhere surrounding me. I ran from room to room, until I was boxed in and completely surrounded. “Is this how it ends?” I asked of no one. Silently I prayed as the foul stench of death surrounding me; and the razor sharp teeth found the flesh they craved.

“I don’t care.” I said to the kids on the bus. “As far as we know everyone is dead except us. I’m going home.” “You’re just giving up? What about us? What about you?” one kid asked. I didn’t reply. I drove to my house got out and left them behind. I went inside and drank a lot of hard liquor letting the burning sensation wash away the truth. A joke ran through my mind “wine’s fine but liquor’s quicker.” I sat down in a leather chair as “Thriller” played ironically on my iPod speakers. My brother came down just as I passed out only it wasn’t my brother. My brother’s neck wasn’t supposed to hang like that. I had a dream; an awful dream of loneliness and hunger. All I wanted to do was eat meat, the fresher the better until I wasn’t alone with my hunger. I awoke and saw the world through different eyes. I don’t even think I was using my eyes. I smelled blood and death. I had never smelled something so good. I wanted more. I wanted to taste it; to feel it’s lifelessness in my mouth. I looked down and it was just blood all over the floor. I have never been so disappointed. I walked to the door and opened it looked around and saw zombies. I knew they were dead yet I could hear them talking. I walked over and saw my parents. “How are you feeling bro.” my brother asked without moving his mouth. “So hungry…” I tried to say but all that came out was moaning. That didn’t seem to make a difference to them. “That school bus fell over at the ditch. Let’s get them” my mother, the most peaceful person I knew, was advocating cannibalism! But I was too tired to argue; we walked over to the bus and crawled in the broken door. I could feel their life in my stomach, my hunger rose like a serpent coiled to strike and I jumped on the nearest kid and bit down hard. It tasted so good it was the only thing I could think about. All my memories, my experiences were gone; all that was left was the hunger and it would never be sated. That was the last time I remember anything other than hunger. Now all life has been extinguished. We shamble on trying to fill a hunger that can never be filled. There is no death just rot. We can’t be happy or sad but we feel constant agony. As our bodies decompose the agony grows. Each step we take we continue to degrade until we can move no farther. We rot until the end of time wasting away until nothing remains of us bought agony.