they didn't beleive

my name is Spencer pedersen im five"eight, I am fifteen and im fat im not special or rich or fast or cool i go to an under average school and i get B's as one of my i wood remember important stuff like that but it all seems so pointless now... i think anything of the disease i thought it was jbest grades ever i wasn't alarmed by st Teresa or whatever the camp was called you would think ust a short term thing like htm1 or something don't get me wrong i Believe in zombies and do now more then ever but i didn't think it wood come from a flew huh... to bad i wasn't lucky enough to die from it while it was just a cold... i know what your thinking no i am not a zombie whos retained intelegence I('v seen one of the runner sons of guns and frankly i am  unfeeling after thinking about it for so long), I was naturally immune, any way. I'm not one of those popular people who somehow know everything  sooner then every one else and even though i believe in zombies i have to show for it is a base ball bat,pipe and a few 72 hour kits no i aint special or proactive and in case you missed it earlier im fat... to but more along the line of ... obese... i think its ironic that a fat person would believe in one of his most likely extermination scenarios. so yea the first time i heard about it was to late to gear up so all i could hope for was that i would survive long enough to find some more prepared or someone who knows how to be, don't get me wrong i was in the scouts but i didn't pay half  the attention to stuff i should have to be a true out doors men im still reluctant to crap out side...,it was already spread to our state and it was almost like people purposely ignored trying to pretend that most of the outer population had gone missing innumerable murder reports about crazy people decapitating people and their body's not be found for months though how they managed to keep this story afloat when relatives claimed they saw their family days before i have no idea.But i knew with out a doubt, all the puzzle pieces clicked together i was in school and i fell to my knees and started bawling know one knew why but a few gathered around in curiosity and ego.a few asked whats wrong but i said it was to late to care... at that point my inner ass hole kicked in and i showed a bad side of my self that anything short of my mothers death wouldn't have been unable to summonfirst i got up and looked around and evaluated with my knowledge of common sense and survival of the fittist who would be worth taki8ng along with me know one in my school was actually my friend friend but i went looking for the closest of my compatriots. Joseph kitchens and old church buddy i say hi to him when i can after that i tried going to the office and looking up the other people i value i was denied acces and decided that they weren't worth wasting time over since they wouldnt have belived me untill a zombie was chewing on their arms  so then i went to the custodial offices to look for weapons till i could get home,i had found a big wrench and a shovel so if i came across some one that wasn't so ingrained in thier ant march of day today schedule that wouldn't try to stop me and come with me.no one did so i droped the wrench figuring it would be able to break a skull with a shovel better then a wrench. so at that point i ditched school and scoured the parking lot for cars that were unlocked so that i could get what i might need from one and maybe even a vehicle i had found a manual car with keys in it so i got the stuff i had gathered and drove a car for the first time ... ever... it was dangerous and scary but i wanted to get home.40 minuts of sweating, crying and breaking down later i finally got home. i gathered the stuff i had and got back in the car after my first drive i had gotten used to it enough that i could start the car and slow down with out stopping to much.at this point my adrenaline was recieding and i was bawling like a baby my problem do i try to save my family .... i had always said that if an apocalypse happens then i would leave my family if they hadn't turned to zombies but with that train of thought came the fact that every thing was about to change... i didn;t know what to do i am not independent, my pinnacle of achievement in rebellious behavior was fighting with my mom and running to my room and not doing my daily chores my life  revolved around my mother s i didn't know what to do. so i went back inside and did absolutely every thing i wanted to do right then knowing that electronics were coming to an end,i am going to stop here be cause the reader weather or not he likes the story was just expecting a vague journey after an apocalypse that didn't happen i know the apocalypse hasnt happend but this story is how imagine whats going to happen i know nothing can compare to a real life situation but if you have learned anything about me from this story is that i am honest about things i think are important and this is important to me this story is how i thinks it going to go down for me and most of the details in this story are true.including the part about me not driving being fat and a wussy.i am going to stop here because i am getting to deeply drawn into it so i hope that you enjoyed it