First Day Wasn't Easy:
I was at work, i work at a small garage in the center of my decently sized town.
You heard the news about the west coast, St Teresa's, that whole incident. You said it was bullshit, everyone agreed it was something else. But it had everbody scared, the local stores were sold out of everything from clear plastic sheeting and duct tape to canned food and bottled water. Walmart, k-mart, shop-rite, all wiped out, no one was outside, still there was traffic, people called out of work to stay home in fear of contracting this new super-flu, we now know as the Campion virus. If they werent home they were pushing there way towards Sanofi-Aventis trying to get there hands on a cure.
We first encountered it with a car accident. We get a lot of commuters from NYC, and this one just happened to be a carrier. Illegal uturns, they happen on a daily basis right outside of the shop. Accidents are common, and today, another one happened. The guy from NY sped into another car making a u-turn, a normal accident, but it was different, the ny driver got out of the car. We thought we were going to see a fight, but we got much more. He bit into the neck of the other driver, he started to rip flesh, blood spurt from the drivers neck with every beat of his dying heart.
The sounds of the screaming driver, her children in the car, of the on lookers, the rubber-neckers who slowed as they passed, not a single person stopped, or even thought to help.
Thats when it started, thats when we realized, it was real.
The Streets Ran Red:
3 minutes, 2 stoplight, 1 way. Everyday, the same trip, 3 minutes, bad traffic or not. I loved living close, go home on lunch, no commute, save money on gas. It's funny how you seem to forget all of this when your 3 minutes of normalcy suddenly turns into a 1 hour ride through hell itself. I can't, not that i want to, but i can never forget what i saw that day. It's the reason I'm writing this today.
We locked all the doors, not that it mattered, got our personal belongings, anything we could protect ourselves with. We loaded it into our cars, we had to get home, to get what we had at home, B.O.B's, our guns, my car, our family. The only way i could see us getting home was through the golf course. 196, 611, 380, all packed with people trying to get to Sanofi, Walmart, K-Mart, the grocery stores, the pharmacies. There were riots at sanofi and walmart, people were turning violent, and there were infected multiplying at an alarming rate. We pushed our way across 196 to get to the wooded entrance of the golf course by Wendys.
We always see the grounds crew emerging through the woods to go to Wendys on lunch, so we followed their trail. I don't know if anyone followed us, but no one was on the course. We made it until we had to either go back onto the road, which wasnt a good idea, or go into the walmart parking lot. Why we picked the walmart parking lot, i will never know. Maybe it seemed easier, away fro the beaten path, but we were wrong, it was the center of the riots. This is where we first encountered the infected.
Assistance requested in the camping department:
I knew i wasn't as prepared as i should have been, we had ammo, we had water, we had gasoline. We didn't have much food though. It was a long shot, and probably the most brain dead thing i've done since the outbreak, but we went into walmart.
The stories of St. Teresa hadn't been told yet, the horrors net yet known, but i'm sure what i saw didn't even compare. The doors were broken, carts strewn everywhere, and the blood. It was the first time i had seen that much blood, not the last though. The screaming was the worst, but for some reason i had to go inside. Straight to the grocery section, canned food. With any luck the shelves wouldn't be emptied.
Looking back, it seems sad that my first reaction was "Clean up in aisle 12". The scene was horrific, but i couldn't think about it. Holding back vomit, tears, and every other human emotion, i ran towards the last bit of canned goods on the shelves. Spam, soup, condensed milk, it would have to do, not much more one could ask for. In all of it, you didn't realize what was happening, The infected, the runners mainly, they were so quick. Before you realized it, they were on top of you. You have seconds to react.
Knife in my front right pocket, keep your hand on its throat, keep your mouth closed, don't get any blood in your eyes. Flick open the knife, *SHINK*, into the temple, again, again, you cant stop, the first one was a relief, the next 9 were to make sure. Get up, get the cans, RUN! Your hearts pounding, your lungs burn. Keep going. How i survived that incident, how i got back to the car and back home i couldn't tell you, from that moment until we left my house was an adrenaline filled blur.