A return home... New blog Start..

I was on my way home when it all started… I was driving back from the deep woods or Northwestern, CT; from a summer job at a camp. Where I was located was 5 miles away from any paved or public road. We had no internet, 1 phone and the only information we heard was from parents that dropped of there kids at our camp. We had no idea how bad it really was in the public world; I heard about the bird and later swine flu and treated it more of as a joke. I mean why would or should some freak out about a common flu. None of my campers were infected with it and to our camp area that didn’t have as much outside human interaction so it was life in a worriless world.
That all changed way to fast…like I said I was driving home back to my parent’s home in Enfield, CT. More or less an hour from where I was at camp, when I turned on the radio to hear silence, every station. I started playing with dial of not paying attention to the road when I heard something heavy bounce of the bumper of the car. I slammed on my breaks wondering what I hit. I slowly back up my car realizing it was a child. “Did I just hit a kid?” I said to myself as I started to freak out in my chair. I went from freaking out about his well fair to what was going to happen to me. I guy like me will not do well in prison. All those thoughts rushed over me in mere seconds. I decided to get out of the car and check to see if he was till alive. I did my seat belt and opened the car door to see the boy’s eyes fly open, like he was being woken up out of bed late for school. As I stepped out of the car I realized that the kid was only a torso, his entrails coming out from where is lower stomach and legs used to be. I cautiously moved towards the kid freaking out. I was holding my head “Where are his legs, did I just kill this kid, what the..??” All came out of my mouth as I saw the lifeless body of the boy start to move. He started to pull himself with his arms toward me, in such a motion that like it was natural to him. I glanced behind where is lower body and oddly saw no blood, no remains. Right as I came to that thought in my head the boy opened its mouth with a loud moan. Something I have never heard of from any human or animal in my life; a ghastly moan, sounding of something primal but yet sounding like a yawn that doesn’t stop.
The boy then started to get closer and closer to me with his constant moan. With each claw forward the moan got louder and louder without him even to stop and breathe. I started to then hear others moaning, and loud footsteps. The moans then started to get louder and louder like a base drum slow crescendo, before I noticed it the boy was three feet away from me. A large devilish grin was on his face, like he was about to eat the best meal of his life. He lunged at me grabbing onto my leg, I moved but he grabbed my left foot scratching at my boot. I was still wearing my camp clothing, heavy boots, thick pants, and a bright colored camp T-shirt on my back. I began to kick him off my boot as he started to scratch me more violently. I got him off at the last second as he was trying to bite my ankle.
Around the same time from the distance came a group of 5 running like I have never seen anything human run before. I turned around as I heard their feet stomp on the pavement moaning as they started to close in on me. Now honestly I’m going to be blunt about how I felt at the moment, I was scared out of my pants. The sound of the moaning and group of people running at me got louder and closer. I jumped into my car and hit the lock button as fast I could. I just leaned back and sat there. Scared, confused, questioning…what was going on? I heard the sound of the boy’s body hit my door as I looked out the window and saw him bump hard against the door. I looked my rear mirror to see the group less then 20 feet away. There were 5 of them, what looked like 2 females and 3 males, well what was left of them. There clothing was tattered and it looked like their skin was coming slowly off of them as they ran toward the back of my car. One reached the back and smashed his hand onto my trunk, the noise made me jump because my focus was towards the kid trying to climb my car door.
All 5 of them started to surround the back of my car, putting there hands on it like they were grabbing for something… Me? And guess what I did? I just sat there, wondering and fearing for my life. They started to get closer and one of the females moved as too much to lean against the hood of my car. She looked like a larger middle aged woman with barely a shirt on. What was left was a tattered t-shirt and a faulty bra falling off her body as she leaned against my hood. You know what’s so odd about seeing her and my reaction to seeing these people; I should have known better I have had crisis training and first aid training and even a moderator for the best zombie website on the web. But still I sat there dumbfounded, confused and lost. What had happened, what was going to happen, and is this really happening? “No, nope, this isn’t happening” I laughed and sat in denial as the rest of them put their hands and bodies over my car like homeless car washers trying to get every inch…that was kind of a weird comparison but it did look how they were reacting to me being inside my car.
The larger woman learning on my car then smacked my windshield. She smacked it three or four times when it started to crack. I looked into her eyes and a sight I have never seen before… A hunger, she looked at me like she was craving me, needed me, and would have done anything to get inside of my car. At that time I grabbed my shifter and with one swift movement between my hand on the shifter and my foot on the gas went flying forward. I was gunning the gas as the 2 bodies at the front of my hood went flying over my car. My odometer was flying up; I went from zero to 60 in a matter of seconds I saw other bodies flying by as I drove on the highway, but surprisingly not one car. I kept up my speed as I saw more and more people crowding together a few hundred feet in front of me, almost like they were making a wall of bodies.
I had to stop; I slammed on my breaks and braced myself for such an abrupt stop. Twenty feet in front of me was horde, a horde of what looked like people, but all of them had something different about them, some missing limbs some missing clothing, but all starting to run towards my car. As soon as they started to get close I gave in and made the decision, like a scene out of horror/action movie everything slowed down as I slammed the gas petal to floor and plowed through the horde of bodies in front of my car. Limbs and parts flew everywhere as I pushed through; a hand got stuck on my windshield as I forced myself past the group. I just kept driving and driving, I would see more and more people as I got closer to my hometown, but no other cars moving. Everything looked lifeless…well besides the others bodies moving towards me and the smoke of large fires in the back ground slowly breathing smoke into the air like a large 1920’s factory trying to produce as fast as It can without any care of the smoke that it will produce.
I finally arrived in my town to see not soul, not even a body still moving just parked cars and open doors. I arrived at my home where I noticed the front glass door broken in and the other front door wide open, with no lights on in the house… The only thought I had in my mind was where was my family and what has happened to everyone…