my survival tale

well to explain it all im an only survivor... well me, my family and friend mike we were picking vegatables in my family's farm when we heard a yell from the neighbor's land. so me and mike ran over there. we saw the neighbor mauled his throat ripped out. we both ran in fear and i told my father.

he called the local sheriff, a fat man by the name of nate. he went up and an hour later never saw him. so out of foolishness or bravery i wouldn't remember, i went up with my fathers sledgehammer, and what i saw shocked me... the sheriff was obviously badly wounded, as i went to tend to his wounds he lunged at me. so out of instinct i swung the sledge to his gut, now he fell to the ground and just got up, i was scared. so i kept swinging but he kept getting up. eventually i smashed his head wide open.

i ran back to my house and told everyone what had happenened. so my father, his friends, me and mike went to the neighbors farm. as soon as we stepped onto his fields swarms flanked us from the right. about six of us got away me, mike, my dad, my dad's friend jackson, my grandmother and grandfather. we are currently low on supply's with nothing but a chainlink fence to keep us from the hell outside. my father and i take daily trips to town to find supplys but to no avail. please help