Time. It is all I know when I am here. Time is what makes me think. My thoughts is now one of the few things I have left.
Being only the age of 12 when this all happened I couldn't believe it. Mommy was there for me. Daddy no where to be seen, although he was never in my life to begin with. Mommy just tried to take care of me. I remember the tragic event like it was yesterday. It replays in my mind over and over again. I was just playing basketball without a care in the world in my backyard then all of a sudden I heard a scream and I knew it was my mom. I ran back inside to see my mom smacking this pale,bloody creature with a frying pan. He was a tall fellow. At least 6 feet. His eyes were dead and soulless.I can remember his groans .His screams are what got me. "RAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" The monsters gray hair and dirty appearance made me think he was a bum of the streets but I could no longer analyze this thing any longer. My mom was in danger as she smacked the beast so hard that the sound of the metal banging could be heard but yet in hitting him so hard the frying pan fell out of her hand and like it she fell to. I being only 12 decided to find something sharp and hopefully it would take it down. I got the longest cutting knife we had and stuck it right in the things chest. I looked into his eyes and no pain could be seen. He grabbed my hand and I seen his mouth getting closer to my arm and it looked like he was going to bite me. My got up and punched in the face drawing the creatures attention towards her. Next thing I heard was window glass breaking and before I knew it 3 more of these things came in. I was scared. My mom seen one of them trying to grab me and she punched it. She went into her room dragging me in to. She grabbed her emergency pistol and loaded it up. She seen that the window had broken and she said "Derek, mommy needs you to jump out the window ok?" I would have told her no but she looked serious so I did as I was told. My back hitting the hard ground. I could hear gunshots firing and after a few minutes all the groaning stopped. My mom fell out the window beat down and cut up with the pistol in her hand. I said "Mommy are you ok? Are they gone?" She said yes but so weakly I could barely hear her. I seen it. On her chest right where her heart would be there was huge bites of her gone and her neck was the same. She said "Derek I can't move." I was crying. Then after a few minutes her eyes closed and I knew she was gone.
I grabbed the gun and ran. I seen a few more of those beasts but I was able to run from them. I found shelter underground that had a huge food supply. For one year I was in that shelter. Never going out. Peeing and crapping in buckets around the place. Every night I would hold that pistol and think of mom. I then grew a hate for these monsters who I now learned names were zombies. A hate I still have to this day and growing by the second. I found more guns and the minute I seen one of those ugly bastards I shot it all over. I realized that shots to the head are more effective so I mainly go for head shots. After years of this hunting and learning I am back where I am. In a shelter. All alone. The only thing I have left is my thoughts and with them I will have to make use with them by killing these zombies.