my life after z-day part 1

(ok yall this is my first time writeing a story so bare with me im not good at spelling so there will be mistakes

and my computer dosent have spell checker but this is the first part of a story i just started writeing let me know

what ya think and be honest.)

It was about 12:oo am myself and George, Jim and Mac was out looking for suplies in the town of greenswood. it

started out just like everyother day since z-day. we'd wake up gear up and head out to look for weapons, food,

other things that could be usefull and sometimes other people that may have survived this fucking plauge on

humanity. as we came to the edge of town Jim saw something moveing in the house beside us so him and George went to

check it out and Mac and me stood watch outside. Jim and George worked there way in through the front door that was

partilly open. About ten minutes afterwards Mac and me heard gun shots and screams comeing from the second story or

the three story house across the street. I tried to contact Jim over the radieo to tell him and George to pull out

so we could investage the three story house but i got no reply so not being the one in charge Mac ordered me to

check out the three story house while he went to find George and Jim(now for the record i said it was a stupid idea

but who listens to rednecks these days) so Mac went for the rest of the team as i went to check out the other

house. As i neared the front door i saw it was coverd in blood almost like someone painted it with thick black

blood. (Now common sense should have preventing me from entering the house hell it should have prevented us from

seperating and from careing about surviviors after all were not a militery force we were just for guys trying to

survive but with Mac losing his parents when he was young then being forced to fight in a war that should have

never been fought and witnessing so many famileys being torn apart he wonted to save who was left. and with his

time in the army and the skills he pocessed we all elected him learder so we just went along with what ever he

said) I took a deep breath and pushed open the door and entered the house the front room was empty and so was the

kitchen and dinning room so like a idiot i shouted "hello" before i even got the o out the door beside me that lead

to the basement flung open and a little boy ran out holding on to a pistol for dear life jumped behide and started

screaming at the top of his lungs "help the things ate daddy and mommy" shakeing like a leaf caught in a tornado i

stuck my head throug the door and checked out the basement. not seeing anything i turned to the blood soked little

boy and ask him if he was ok after takeing a minute to answer he said yes. And asked if i was there to save him i

nodded yes and asked if there was anyone else alive in the house he said no and started crying. As i was helping

him pack a bag Mac came on the radieo and told me to get my ass over to the house he went into asap so grabbing the

boy i ran across the street told the boy to stay in an abandoned car sitting outside i entered the house and followed

the blood trail on the floor as i tried to raise Mac on the radieo i then relized what happen to Jim, George and

mac it was a set up a group of sick twisted and half infected sons of bitchs had laid a trap that had ensnared the

only familey i had left and me aswell i saw Mac and the others choped up into little pieces.then a man walked out

of the coner of the room and laughed as a bat went across the back of my head knocking me out. i awoke to the

sounds of flesh being ripped off the bone as my vision cleared i saw the men eating what was left of my friends

then turning to me and hissing out your next. at that moment i began to pray witch is probley what saved me because

that very moment the board that was holding me up broke and the rope witch held my hands together unraveled freeing

my hands you could have heard a mouse fart when i hit the floor and grabed the blood covered axe and came up

swinging sending the heads of the fuckers flying to the floor. I then remember the little boy not haveing time to

burry my friends i grabbed all the weapons i could carry then started pooring a trail of gas on the floor as i left

the house i said a quick prayer for Jim, George and Mac then lite the gas and watched it burn the little boy

shouted from the car "mister can we go now im scared" and truth be told i was to doing the only thing i could think

of i took the boy back to camp witch was someways away from the town. the whole way back to camp the little boy

held on to my leg and didnt say a word. After getting him cleaned up and tucked into bed i sat beside the fire and

replayed the envents of the day in my head it must have been at least 10:00pm by now. unable to get the sight of my

friends cut up into little chuncks out of my head i took a bottle of jack daniels out of Jims footlocker and turned

it trying to get that sight to go away. I rekon i passed out because the little boy woke me up and asked to talk he

told me his name was Aron so i told him mine turned out he turned 10 yesterday what a hell of a birthday i told him

he cracked a smile and asked me the one question iv been asking myself since z-day when will the people come back.

when can i go home and forget this ever happened. not knowing what to tell him i just said hopefully one day, I

asked him about his pistol for a child he knew alot about it he told me it was a m1911 .45acp auto that was fitted with

a double bored barrel and a tactical rail. he said his father bought for him as a present for when he got older but

when z-day happened he got it a bit early. then Aron asked about my guns so i told him I have a reminton 870

express magnaum 12 ga and a .45lc/410ga pistol as well as a machetee we laughed about the machetee then talked

about our lives before z-day he told me about his schooling and how his dad worked for a law firm and his mom

worked at a dinner down the road from his house. And that his gramie babysat the neiborhood kids after school

pretty normal life minus the part about watching you parents being eating by zombies thats all it takes to fuck up

your life. I then told him that i was your average joe i worked at doller general and sat at home and played video

games. we talked for hours and hours just trying to forget the events of the past day untill he suddenly screamed

and started poping off rounds behide me i hit the ground in fear of getting shot, as i turned around i saw a zombie

laying there full of holes crawling toward me so i put a round in its head and looked over at Aron and said thank ya

kindly but i think its time to get the hell out of here.