Chapter 1: Intro

Who put me down at the fresh end of the food chain?

The streets were dark, but people would not stop screaming. The zombies were everywhere, attacking anyone on sight. He griped on to the only weapon he had so far, the tile of the top of the toilet back at his dorm room. He didn't know why he came outside, but he knew he had to see what was going on.

He saw people getting eaten alive right before his eyes. Blood was literally everywhere. Chaos, complete chaos. A demonic screech was heard, and he turned around. A zombie was coming right for him. Paled-face, he quickly bolted. He passed by the people screaming, cars that were destroyed, and things on fire. On fire.

The zombie, or now zombies, were running after him. The toilet tile was too heavy to carry, so acting on impulse, he threw it behind him, hoping to hit one of the zombies. He made a quick turn and ran behind a car, and hid.

He panted loudly, trying to control his breathing. He was thinking, why? Why did I came out? I should of stayed back at the dorm. I was safe there. I'm going to die out here. I barely escaped from 406 anyway! Okay, keep calm. Just keep calm, and try to find somewhere else to hide. Don't cry, crying won't solve anyway.

He looked over to the side, looking for a way to escape to somewhere that has a better hiding place. He sniffled, really trying not to cry now. He never felt more scared in his whole life. He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned around and saw a horrific face hissing at him, that black bile uprooting from it's mouth.

He screamed.

Author's Notes: R/R please