The Agony of Noise

My name is Nathan and I survived...

It was crazy when the first outbreak hit here in Fayetteville, AR. It was just another day at school studying to become a Medical Assistant. I was in my A&P class studying blood born pathogens, when the news hit the airways. Phone were ringing off the hook, people started to panic and try to flood the doors to get out of the school. When I got outside with some close classmates what we saw was hell on earth. All over people were trying to get out of the city. Cars were going off every second, you could hear the gun shots ring through out the city and the smell of burning flesh and buildings filled the air. It was overwhelming. But nothing compared to what we saw happening fold in front of us.

I saw that monster devouring my teacher right in front of me. She was wearing skinny jeans and black tshirt that covered her swollen belly saying "Jesus is my Homie". she finally bit down on my teachers neck and ended her screams when it looked up from the corpse of my teacher and stared straight at me will those soulless eyes and let out a terrifying moan that still haunts me to this day. She limps forward, craving my flesh to feed her monsterous hunger. Everyone around me was terrifyed, but i knew that one clean swing to the fore head would end her existence. So I took a snow shovel and with one swing splatter her brains across the parking lot. Lucky that day we were allowed to wear whatever we wanted. It was tactial gear that i had bought and I remember that i had my 30.06 with 100 rounds of ammuntion for target practice later and my bush knife from brush clearing last night and my hunting knife as well. The only reason i even had that gear on because it was halloween. I got my classmates to pile in my 4x4 to get out there as fast as possible. I knew my family was gone, the screams on the phone haunt me everyday.. We drove to two places in town i knew where we could find supplies, the army surplus store and PackRat our local camping store. Ran into pockets of Zacks along the way but they were handled.

After gearing up and gathering all the fuel and supplies we would need. We face the grueling tasks of getting out of the city. I knew the best way was to take as many back roads as possible, we could not stop no matter what. I saw people along way waving us down but i knew they were dead already. We made it to the edge of town when ran into the highway. It was packed with cars burning and the smell of death flooded the air. We off roaded as far as possible at least 200 miles outside the city till I made it to a secudle cabin in the middle of no were. I mean we had to drive up a mountain with a 25% incline. But before we even made it up there we ran into a pack of 20 Zacks. We knew we had to take them out silently and as quickly as possible. Noise was the enemy here, because the more noise we made the more Zacks came out. But sadly we lost one of our group. It was my girlfriend at the time. She got bite and i had to shoot her so she wouldnt suffer. It was a clean shot. We bound her up and buried her and cover her grave with a large tree to make sure she couldnt get out. After cleaning up the bodies we block the way up the mountain and settled into the what we called "Home". Home that word doesnt exist to me, nothing will ever be home. Those noise will never leave me, the sights, smells and the noise is a constant shadow in my life. There in all of this horror is something good. I found out my that my familf did make it out. They somehow found this cabin and no body was bite. There is hope, a faint hope among the agony of noise.

Nathan signing off, stay hidden stay safe...