November 12th 2007
I guess i heard about it. You know, about zombies and shit in the news, but back then i thought it was a commercial stunt or just a public overreaction about the superflu , i mean back then my mind couldn't accept the fact that zombies could be real. So i started November 12th as an average start of the week. I woke up, had breakfast, took a shower, got dressed and went waiting for the bus at the bus-stop. The bus never arrived, so after 30 minutes waiting i went back home. At the time there was nothing really strange going on, the only thing that was weird was the fact that the streets were so empty. When i arrived at my house i noticed that the front door was open. I went inside, passed the hallway straight to the living room. Nobody was there although my sister and mother should have been in the living room or kitchen, both rooms where empty. So i walked upstairs where i found multiple bloodstains on the ground and wall. At that point i was scared as shit, not only because of the stains but also because of the deadly silence. I got to my room, grabbed my old baseball-bat and started checking the other rooms. That's when i found my stepbrother and little sister hiding in the bathroom. "Something took mom" they said. The three of us ran of the attic where we kept sheltered for the rest of the day.every six hours,stepbrother or i went downstairs to get some food and drinks.It was the most confusing and maybe the scariest day of my life.