By now everyone knows the time, the date, what happened... This is my story.
I was working 2nd shift at the factory, I don't remember what day of the week it was, it didn't matter. Every day blends together working 10 hour shifts, 2pm-12am. I had my standard rock station on. We were jamming out making cables, those fucking cables for welding... Never enough for the fuck running the show... Anyhow, the radio warned of some strange virus, people being weird. I loved zombie shit, it was right up my alley but nobody thought it would happen. They said on the radio there were mobs of people. I thought everyone was just pissed because the president was an idiot.
We got off work, saying the same old things, "See you tomorrow" that type of crap. Well it didn't happen that way.
I was driving home, it was only a mile or 2 before I was in the country. I had this old ass Buick LeSabre, rusty, beat up... Some "Shaun of the Dead" stickers on it holding the thing together. I saw groups of people, not normal for Appleton, but what is normal for that shit place?
I got home, out in the middle of no-fucking-where. Lived with my parents, you can't make this shit up. I had been unemployed for a year before I got this factory job. Beggars can't be choosers.
When I woke up the next morning, my old man was already at work and mom left for her realtor job. I always thought I'd see them again. Fuck, we all have that story.
As the day went on and the news kept getting stranger I decided to go into this little Po-Dunk town, Shawano, a cesspool of northern humanity, where everyone knew who you were fucking before you did. Bunch of backward ass hillbillies.
People were loading up on supplies. I went into the Walmart, grabbed basics... Shotgun shells, arrows, black powder and conical rounds for my .50 caliber muzzleloader. I stashed a few straight edge knives in my pocket. People were grabbing tons of food, soda, daily crap. I grabbed some batteries and fresh water. Spam, matches, canned goods. Did I pay, well let's just say... Lines were long. I was out of there quick.
On the ride home there were already car accidents. 18 fucking miles is all I had to go. By the time I got home, power was already out. Phones... out. Running blind. Could be worse, I coulda been born a fucking idiot...