Into the Pit...PT.1

I stood at the porch of my house, saying my final goodbyes to all the past memories i ever had. The parties, the chicks, the friends. The Family. I had decided to stay when they went back to Texas. We were a migrant family and the winter was just too cold for them. But i had stayed with my girl and a decent shitty job in a warehouse. I would have to make my way to them, across fifteen hundred miles of undead warzones. I was always realistic about life, and this was no different than any other situation ive ever faced, except maybe for the zombies. It was do or die now, it was time to go on the offensive against the undead. All around my neighborhood i could see the dead pouring into the houses of the living and screams blaring out from all sides. Some lucky bastards had even gotten to their cars, some were dieing in them.
Tried to tune in to the news, but the areas stations had already gone down. I just kept getting static and stay tuned screens. Fucking idiots i thought, what ever happens to common sense in times like these. The radio was still working, but it was mainly a lot of directions to evac stations and wild rumors about what was going on. The shitty local station was a mess of fire and brimstone religeous bullshit.
I only had one thing left to do. My girlfriend and my car. I had no idea if either of them were okay but i figured id at least give it a shot. One last look into the living room and then i set the curtains on fire. It caught pretty quick, the side of the house burning faster than i had expected, but finalizing the moment of truth. I began my walk into the autumn night, the town siren warning of the total chaos ahead of me...