NORMAL

I haven't thought about the word in a long time, I always considered myself a bit of a
serial non-conformist before all of this. Which caused me to think about and analyze normal quite a
bit. Normal?
Fast food,coffee,bagels,cream cheese,steak,mac and cheese,camel cigarettes,social networking
sites,music,flirting,freedom from the brutal treatment of the
elements, freedom from the undead hordes,fishing,television,movies,internet.Girls talking on cell phones at the gas
station.Girls talking on cell phones at work.Girls talking on cellphones everywhere
else.videogames,transportation,books,showers, The only violent acts seen were those commited on
t.v. and in movies and on video games.
School speed zones,cops,doughnuts,speeding tickets.Lunch breaks that never lasted long enough for a ten hour shift. That first tall, frosty mug of beer at the bar, After a long week of working
production/manufacturing and putting up with the highschool social mentality that breeds rampantly at
those kind of workplaces.

I'd shovel shit 18 hours a day right now with a smile on my face, If I could get
food,water,and a safe place to sleep without worrying about "them" eating me.
Did I say beer?

So what's normal?

Watching the capitol building burning on the television is when it finally sank in.This
isn't going to get better.Trying to get home before curfew during the "State of Emergency" is
when I saw my first. It was across the street eating, violently,blood flowing up like a park
drinking fountain. It's food still makeing gargled screams as it was being eaten alive.It
un mistakenly noticed me right as another one came dragging itself by it, and then another, and another. I don't think I've ever ran faster.

I guess "normal" now would be "undead".
At least 75% of the worlds human population is "undead". So conforming to the standard or
the common type would be "normal" right?

I locked myself in my shitty little studio basement apartment the familiar smell of old
basement hitting me hard from my rapid breathing. In hindsight I really miss that old funky
basement smell alot. Home.
Within minutes I could hear sirens,gunfire and screaming.
No one was answering their phones.I was scared to death nearly paralyzed with fear.
Accepting or understanding what was going on wasn't going to happen. It was to much.
I would just stay inside, The police and national guard that had been patroleing the streets
since martial law had been declared five months ago would handle it. I'd find out tomorrow
what happened once everything had calmed down. I kept repeating over and over in my head
"This isn't real! this isn't real! this isn't real!"

And then I heard pounding on my door loud and frantic.There was still a considerable amount
of commotion going on outside I could still hear gunshots and sirens as if the whole city
was now consumed with them. Was it them? Had they followed me?

"What do you want!" I said yelling at the door. "Let me in!" came another loud yell from the
other side. "No" I yelled back. "Open the fucking door NOW!" He yelled back. This time I
didn't reply I didn't want to deal with this. Letting someone in would only lead to a
confirmation of what I had seen and what I was hearing. And I was really hoping that this
wasn't real.
Reality?
Definately not people eating each other alive on the streets.
There was a loud boom at the door. Whoever was out there was trying to kick it in. I opened
the door before he managed to bust it down. It was a police officer. "thank god" I thought.

"Is there anyone else in here?" he asked. "No" I replied."We need to go" he said."What's
going on?" I asked. "No time! lets just go do you have a car?" he said. "Yeah but it's only
on about a quarter tank." "LET'S GO!" he yelled before I could even start trying to protest
his plan he was dragging me out the door. While running to my car it looked like hell had
taken over. The things happening right there not 20 feet away almost paralyzed me.

Poor Mrs.Johnson.

She was being pulled apart in an explosion of blood no screams though... huh? Ohh that's why there's her head over there.
I thought about the time I worked at the slaughter house for 3 days in the next town over.
Specifically the tour of the "kill floor" during orientation. Hot moist bloody nauseuas death if you could put that into a smell and emotion. Three days was all I could handle there.
I couldn't handle this.

We made it out of town.Once we were about halfway through the first canyon I asked "what the
fuck is going on?"The cop answered "they're dead and their eating and it's spreading". He then told me to pull over, so i did. He vomited blood out of the passenger window I realized he didn't look
well even considering the current events. His lips were a creepy bluish purple like you
see in movies when someone o.d.'s on heroin. And sweat was pouring down his face his eyes
bloodshot from the burning and stinging of his own sweat pouring in what seemed like gallons
into them, and down his uniform.
It's the third blood puke in 5 miles now.
He wanted to pull over to get out handing me his pistol and a couple of magazines he mumbled. "If we run into them, you'll have to fight i'm to sick". "I just need some fresh air". more mumbling. As he got out of the car he mumbled something else. Hardly even comprehendable I don't think I heard it even.
"I'll be right back. I'm just sick"
He walked into the wood line, slowly dragging his feet.
He never came back. And I didn't go looking for him either....The Campion Virus hasreached it's final mutation.
I need gas...