Were to start, is it when I saw my first dead head or the morning I awoke to the dreded worning of infected people exscapeing the camp in Nevada. These story even though they are like knives in my heart it would be unfair of me to keep the tales of my saga through the waste and ruble of Old America through such as Bolder City, New Orleans, New York, and to many other. In a world were borders mean nuthing, people eating people, the dead walking like gualish mosters that they.
November first 2007 god damns that day twelve time over, the events of that day seemed like any day you know just your regular bad shit on the news same fucking shit every god damn day over and over. Though life wasn't that bad for me at the time I was ready to get rid of this noisey piese of shit apartment. Yea, other then that i was happy with a good job, a buetiful girlfriend, a new car, and a loveing family so, yea I was happy. The day the hit the fan (december eigth 2007) I was at work just like every weekday in the Bank of America of the America off of North Las Vages Blv. and it's was a slow day in the bank. My brother Greg was working in Nellis Air force Base just north east of Vages they were the first to be hit by the infected hoard, at this time these people the people were'nt dead yet they were just sick as hell, they were ordered to shoot all unautherized personle on site. Therty thousond people were killed over them trying to be free and trying to get to there familys and friends, and the media being the media didn't report on this cuase some asshole from hollywood divorsed some bitch. Even though Nellis got drained of most of its men becouse of suicides an killings my brother was one othose who was killed in Nellis. Life wasn't good after that day cause after it the world went down the drain of coures whose reading this you know this as much as I do, huh.
I was like most people I was unprepared for the mass panic that was unfolding just a few feet from me in a car on the interstate though I was packing a smith & weston .45 in the car I really didn't ever use it, much less shoot shoot people with it. Like most days in Navada it was hot and, me being the person with the worst luck on the planet my air cundtioning was out so my window was down, bad timeing for that becauces as I was passing the Denham Springs exit by the Bass Pro Shope I hit grid lock, I know, ain't that some shit right. I sat in the unfogiveing heat with my jeans sticking to my legs and my shirt sticking to my neck and back I had a sudden wake up call when I hear the asshole's radio next me make the most aggrivating noise on the planet, you know that noise of the PSA, yea that one "a quitine has bee........"the radio went out after that. shit never gets better. Here I am on my way to work in the begining of what seems to be the end of the world and all my boss has to say about it is " if you aren't here at 9:30, you're fired" it was 9:20 and I was still twenty minutes to go to get to work so I got out of my car, walked to the begining of the trafic and saw what I didn't want to see. The U.S army had posted up at the begining of the traffic, so then I seply turned around and began walking back to the car. Life is never that easy. on the way back to the car I saw a little girl. She had the most unique white eyes, flesh torn off her arms, a missing hand, and the ungodley oder of urine and shit and roting flesh. The moaning, the cries of unwanted pain and unloved fear of death and what the fuck did feel was I needed to do some thing wile others cowered in there vehichels I was sprinting to her to check on her. About half way there I started to think "what the fuck am I doing, this is some dumbass shit that I'm doing here, runing to an already dead to see if she OKAY what the fuck!"