November 2007

November 19th the cities fell, all the overpopulated areas of society. It was not just Z-Poc alone; everyone was fighting to protect their home from the zombies and then the looters. The panic more than anything caused the outbreak to spread faster and further than anyone expected. Families fought to protect their homes they turned against their neighbors and friends fighting first over hammers and nails than food and guns, Z-Poc brought out the worst in us, when we should have helped each other uniting to fight off the zombie threat. Mass confusion at the beginning of the outbreak did not help from the ones who would not give up there homes, to the ones who wanted only to seek help and gathered in large numbers in churches and hospitals to those who fled and survived a little longer but with out a plan. That is why organized government and order crumbled into chaos so fast no one had a plan, no one had even the slightest idea on what to do about the walking dead.

I started hearing reports on the radio and TV of the Campion Virus spreading out over the west coast on November 2 when I was at work. Causing people to go crazy and attacking people of large-scale riots and fires spreading out of control swallowing one city after another on the west coast. Then the new reports changed, they reported that the dead were rising and attacking people. When I first heard of the 911 call in September, I thought it was a hoax now I knew, and I was scared. When I got the call to head over to Admissions I knew it was different the San Antonio Police Department usually does not bring in patients directly in to the mental hospital I worked for. It was something I had to see for my self, when I arrived I immediately knew the world I knew was over. The zombie had already bitten Daniel, Glenda and the cop as they were trying to subdue it. As if a shot would stop it from trying to bite again, when I reacted I did so fast it surprised even me I grabbed the cops gun and shot the zombie in the head along with Daniel, Glenda and the cop. It must have stunned everyone because Dr. Robinson asked me “What did I just do?”

I simply replied, “I quit” and left to get my family, I got more ammo and the shotgun out of the cop’s car. Before I headed home, I saw more of them not many at first maybe one or two I do not remember, all I knew was I had to get home. When I got there, I was shocked to see my front door was open actually it was broken in, turns out my neighbors broke in looking for my gun. I knew my wife had already left she had gone to her dads earlier in the week. I tried to call but I knew it was no use the phone lines were busy or down at that point, who knew. I know her dad had already boarded up the first floor windows and locking the gate to the ranch. Him being an avid hunter I knew my family was safe for now his ranch is miles outside of town and he has lots of guns and ammo. However, I was afraid that I would not able see her or my daughter again, as I was in a town with a rapidly growing zombie population.

I made a quick inventory of what I had left; they took pretty much all the food. I checked the closet and was glad to see that they did not get into the crawl space where I kept our camping gear and my gun. I packed it all into a backpack and was about to head out when I had to kill my second zombie as she was coming in my door the sound of my pistol must have attracted more. Before I knew it there were at least a dozen heading my way. I did not have time to make a break for it so I had to hide in the attic; it has a small window that I could see out side. Over the next few days, I saw the zombies swarm through my neighbor hood, some of the houses held out for longer but eventually they got in, helplessly I witnessed my neighbors die. I knew if I had tried to help, I would have died too. It was all over in a matter of days the zombies moved on to some other part of town and I started to make my way out to the ranch.