Oh Komrad were art thou?

Twelve years after the outbreak, Most of the worlds scientists retreated under the sea. They have colonized the ocean floor, many research bases function safely under the ocean, while the unlucky ones sweat it out on the surface. This is just how things use to function back then. Yes it was unfair and cruel, but that was just how things were, my name is Jace Abrams, I was one of the unlucky ones. But I was at the bottom of the ocean, you see I was located in sector 55-78, yhea, I was in one of the worst undead attacks in American history. It started when the under sea govt officials announced that all members of my sector, were to begin studying of the undead. And since many zombies wandered around the ocean floor, it was the perfect chance. So we sent divers out into the under water desert to find some subjects.They came back with three zombies, can you beleve that just three zombies started the worst attack in our history? So we brought them in and began testing at once, we tried to show them simple objects you know, blocks, a cell phone, teddy bears etc. They all reacted as a primal zombie. Well weeks past and we kept trying hopelessly to train the undead, but I always knew the truth, you cant train one of those things, their monsters, creatures helpless savages. But we kept trying. Then another week passes, and even to this day no one knows who unchained them, but someone did, then left in a hurry. Well who ever the fucker was he sure accompleshed whatever they wanted to do, cause as soon as they were free, they began a feeding frenzy on our staff. I still remember walking into my room, and finding one of those undead fuckers eating my best friend, Kyle, I shot the piece of shit square in the head. Then I remember hearing Megan, one of our staff, screaming "this cant be happening, it cant be it fucking cant be happening!" She ran down the mess hall, screaming and sliping on blood. Then the whole staff came running, then I found out why, there had to be at least ninty or so zombies shuffuling towards everyone. I remember backing away at first, then I joined everyone and sprinted as fast as I could down the hallway. Many of the SWAT teams shoved past everyone and began fireing into the crowd, the undead began to swarm around them, and managed to bite most of them. They began throwing granades at the undead, some shot themselves, but most of them just lost their legs and started crawling at the SWAT team. I remember one of them saying "my komrad, were is he? Were is he?" he was russian, poor guy. The SWAT didnt help much, me and the other survivors managed to barracade ourselfs in a small storage room. "Were gonna die, were gonna die" the other survivors kept saying that, I tried not to beleave them, but the truth was, we were traped in a storage room, hundreds of zombies right outside our door, and to top it all off we were trapped five miles under the ocean! We werent getting out of this alive I thought. But thank the lord, that the under sea govt officals noticed that we didnt radio in on time and sent a patroll, but Ill never forget that day, and Ill never forget that SWAT member searching for his missing komrad in the mess hall full of undead.