The Great White North my ass. PT1

It's been almost 4 years now since "Patient Zero" took his first bite out of some sorry son of a bitch and started the spread of this... Apocalypse, for lack of a better word. I've heard a lot of crazy stories on my travels about so called safe zones but in my experience you're never safe, anywhere. I don't remember exactly when the shit hit the fan but I sure remember when it splattered all over my doorstep.

First off: I wasn't completely ignorant to the whole "Zombie" idea but I sure didn't beleive any of the crazy stories. I was happily at my cushy job down town. I was a security guard at a project just on the west end of town, when a bunch of weird chatter started coming in over the radio. A gaurd down at the hospital was calling in for back up after a couple patients became violent towards an orderly. The reports sounded crazy, who bites people? Eventualy all comms went quiet, no one was doing there hourly check-ins and no one was responding to my SitReps. After my shift came up and no one was there to relieve me I knew something was very wrong.
I went on patrol around 12am. It was hard not to notice how empty the place seemed. There wasn't a lot of noise coming from the apartments which was odd for Hockey Night. When I got to the top floor I was met by a couple of kids. They were frantic, claiming "Zombies" were running around the city killing people. At first I thought they had just heard something on the news about the patients at the hospital and were jumping to conclusions so I told then to come up to the roof and have a look with me.
I loved the roof, I'd spend my lunch or dinner hours up there watching the sun set or just watching the city, I'd even brought my girlfriend up there to propose. there was always a georgous view of the city. Not this time, this time I saw something I'd never have imagined. A Highway a little to the north east was packed and people were leaving their cars running down north. 'What the hell is going on?' There was smoke bellowing out of the inner city, distant gun shots and faint screams. Then a noise that hasn't stoped haunting me, a moan... After hearring the same noise for all these years you'd think I could discribe it but it can't be put in to words. The closest thing to compare it to is a deep yawn that lasts twice as long untill they see you...
The little bastards were right. Hell had opened up, what looked like the dead were walking. What the hell was I going to do? Who do I call first? Where do I go? Should I even leave?
First things first, Wait until daylight. the last thing I need is to but caught in the darkness in the middle of this. Something came over me that night as a lay awake lisenting to the wails and moaning come up from 6 stories below me, I had to survive long enough to see her again, no matter what the cost.
It was 9:30 when I woke, and the worst thing that I could have asked for: Silence. Nothing, no one at all, Not the kids that had opened my eyes to this, not even the moans of the "dead". I made my way to the maintenance room on the 6th floor. The hall was silent. I knew there was atleast a few bottles of water and some left over snacks that I could carry. I packed for at least 3 days of hiking, I was going north, I was going home.
I went back up to the roof for one last look around and saw what looked like the after math of some kind of battlefield, there were bodies and blood everywhere all over the front parking lot. after what I saw on the highways I knew walking was my only option. The next thing I needed was a weapon. and based on what I could find in the maintenance roon a hammer, crow bar and fire axe was all I could find. As I went down the stair case the smell hit me, nothing good could be at the bottom but it was my best bet for getting out of here. it was horrific it was the first time I'd seen anything like it even in the movies, they can't prepare you for it, nothing can. what was left of what I can only imagine was a small boy was shredded and spread all over the floor and walls and the smell. I couldn't vomit, I didn't want to make any noise. I slowly opened the door and got a good look around. every thing was still not even birds were flying.
All those years as an athlete had paid off, I made a good steady jog as fast as I could maintain and took short walking breaks every few hundred yards, every time I heard or saw anything I didn't like I just ran faster and farther, poking around would only get me killed. I was alone, had a lot of ground to cover and no idea what other horrors lay ahead...