ZOMBIES!!!

The dead, they really piss me off. From their sunken eyes and falling out hair, to their rotten arms and legs. But the worst thing is their stench, rotting flesh and blood. I constantly hear gunshots and screams from people outside my apartment. Months ago I told my friends that zombies are real, they just laughed at me, and I wanted to prove them wrong. Thing is, now wish I was wrong.

Only three of my friends are with me, a couple nights night before all this shit went down we were getting drunk at a bar, and just had some fun. But there were four of us, me, Kyle, Evan, Willy and Connor. My memories of that normal fun night before are just a haze. When this started happening, Connor just lost it. He killed himself and his girlfriend, but I don’t think his girlfriend wanted to die.

I live on the fourth floor in my apartment and as I look down on the street below I can see that there are zombies everywhere, just limping towards places where they hear noise or maybe they can smell people, I don’t know, all I know is Grande Prairie is fucked. Lucky for us people who live in the apartment have barricaded the stairs on the second floor, the floor below that is just dead. But even more lucky is that one of my neighbors is a weapons freak, he had swords, guns, bows, and even a pike, he also had a hell of a lot of ammo and food as if he new this was coming. But the poor sap had a heart attack when he saw what was going on and fell off his balcony; those dead bustards tore him to pieces and ate the guy. Everyone who was still alive here got the weapons and ammo. I got a rifle and Samurai sword, Kyle got huge ass shotgun, Willy got the bow and arrows and an axe. The other weapons went to the other people living here (13 people, unlucky).

The government quarantined Grande Prairie, put a giant wall around our city, and posted hundreds of guards on those walls to pick off the zombies who came to close. The government also kept the electricity and water running to the city, because they now hundreds of the thousands of people living here are still alive. I keep the news channel on all the time. The newscaster said everything is under control, heh, this place is a hell hole, I don’t call people eating other people “under control”.


I dont have time to continue this story because the zombies are breaking through our first barricade, and me and the guys are going to “take care of it”.