The days before these seemed to be just a distant memory of something that would never be whole again.
The few survivors that had esembled in the west end of town had many thoughts of a paradise with no rules and no authority, But what they didnt expect was the raging, flesh eating, freaks that stalked them down every street, every alley, and around every corner. Me, I had thought about this many times but just brushed it off, i thought to myself "who cares? if we wanted a more complicated life, we would have been better off living our past lives."Know one ever knew this would happen, who could have predicted that the world would fall apart at the seams in just a few short months?
Know one could complain we all had a good life here, we had scouts who went for food, warriors who protected us from the infected, and the best part was we still had xbox, cell phones, and the ocational radio station. But i wasnt till after all hell broke loose that made me wonder... if im living in the new world, full of freedom and no respnsability for my actions, why the hell am I in this dump? Jeff, the leader of our small colony said to me "when the world ended some how our lives didnt, and we should be thankful for the living humans we have now." i didnt want to believe it but, it was true. If all i had was these people, these... strangers, then i wanted no part in it at all. I made my girl friend a promise 2 years before all this happened, i told her "if there comes a day when all the people around us are trying to kil us, ill be here to protect you, no matter what." i knew she was safe i texted her every day telling her not to worry that i would be there as soon as posible. but days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, i wasnt going to break a promise i entended to keep, As i was walking to my room, i had this wierd feeling, like i was being watched. I looked around, and saw nothing, everyone was in the mess hall for dinner. as i entered my room, i looked over to my dresser, the last picture that was taken before the outbreak of me and her... i opened my dresser and pulled out the gun my dad had boughten me a few days after this all happened, though i had never had to use it. I walked out to the court yard and saw nothing, it was like this town had become nothing but a ghost town. but charma had cought up with me, in the lingering weeks of the apocolypse, I let my best friend leave, and a week later i found out he died, and i let him go... as i steped out of the court yard i was rushed by a group of freaks, and as fast as they jumped me i blacked out, and my last words to the person who was standing above me were "im ready to go home now.".... my paradise....