I'll survive.

It's been my motto my entire life. I was never the strongest, smartest, prettiest or basically anything else. But I knew I could be the toughest, that was just will power and wanting it blocking everything out, mind over matter. I was good at that. As I grew I trained. Without any real goal or purpose, just trained. Suddenly I knew my goal. I'd heard the stories, and I believed them. Humans rising from their graves. The dead eating the flesh of the living. Zombies.

My first encounter was online actually. A friend posted a link to my profile. It was to a British news site. That was it, the begining for me. I was excited. I had trained my whole life hoping this moment would come so that I could prove I wasn't useless, prove my efforts hadn't been in vein. But people were doubtful. Edmonton was so far from the infection, so far from the States where it started. For a time.

Things stayed much the same for a while. Except I trained harder, practised more and gathered supplies. I told my family, girlfriend and closest friends that I believed this was going to happen and they could either join me or be left for dead. They scoffed. Until the infection spread from Regina...

They said stay in your homes. They said don't come out. They said it was under control. It was anything but.

I'm still amazed by the stupidity of people to this day. They all went for what they had seen in the movies, shopping malls and gun stores. The problem with Edmonton is there aren't many places that have firearms, and all the well known ones are downtown or in WEM, with the highest concnetrations of people. Not to mention the extra people flooding these areas. And WEM? It was a slaughter house. I don't pity the fools who ran there by the hundreds of thousands. All killed by zombies, police, gangs or just each other in the chaos.

I said my goodbyes to those I knew, figuratively as they had already turned down my help, and I made my way to costco. I used to work there so I knew the building and how to work things like the 2-foot metal doors, the cages behind those, the security codes, and at least where everything else was like the maintanice area and how to keep the food good. There would also be a lot of food and supplies. PLus unlike American Costcos there are no weapons here for I can take my small stock and survive with that knowing that no one will come to plunder weapons and by the time they come to get the food most of it will have gone bad and I'll have taken the rest with me when I leave.

My gear was ready, I'd just been waiting for the hour when it all went to hell. Jumpped on my bike and started the ride, as long as I avoided police I figured I would be fine. The gangs in the northside mostly kept to themselves and besides that most people aren't dumb enough to mess with a guy in military gear with a fullsized backpack, two katanas and four handguns strapped to his body.

What happened when I got there wasn't completely unsurprising...