it was an everyday morning. I got up, got dressed, took a shower, ate breakfast. but, I had an unnatural feeling about this morning. It was sunny, but... there was not a soul in the street. all the doors of every building have been boarded up, chained up and bricked up. so i said to myself:

"what the hell is going on?"

i figured it was nothing serious, so i put on my backpack and went to school, like i always do. as soon as i opened the door, i found something alright. it was frighting to see a bloody corpse in the middle of the hallway. with deep knife wounds. i freaked out and ran away. i quickly pushed the elevator button. when the door opened, i found over 3 corpses in a pile there. i fucking screamed and ran down the stairs speeding like a bullet. when i ran out of the building, i ran into the nearest alleyway as fast as i could. i didn't know what i was looking for, i didn't know what i was going to do, i didn't know what is going on. i was really scared. when suddenly, i heard a familiar voice:

"tim, is that you?"

"uhhh... yeah?.."

then i saw my neighbor, nick, standing alone in the alley.

"phew, nick... i'm so glad to see you right now!"

"yeah, and you're lucky to. i can't believe that you didn't turn into a zombie yet!"

"zombie?! what are you talking about?"

"you mean you haven't figured out yet?"

"figured out what?"

"oh, you know... the bleeding corpses, the boarded up doors and windows?"

"sorry, doesn't ring a bell..."

"ummmmm... it's a zombie apocalypse, for fuck's sake!! people have turned into zombies over night, i'm freaking out cos' i don't know what the hell to do, we're all doomed!!

"a zombie apocalypse... no way... i just thought that halloween came early this year, but... it's not actually true..."

"yeah, man. i freaked out when i woke up and saw my zombified dad above me trying to knife me in the gut."

"really? your dad has been zombified already?" - i asked.

"yeah... luckily, before he could kill me, i kicked his side, and he dropped the knife. i picked it up and cut his stomach. i freaked out, realized what happened, and focused on the matter at hand. i gathered supplies and left my home... forever. but before i could step my foot over the doorstep, my dad tried to grab me. i took the knife out of my pocket and kept knifing him in the face, throat and his heart to kill him. he fell down dead on the hallway after a good 8 slices with my knife. then i killed all other zombies i found in the building and stuffed them in the elevator. less of them to kill us, i thought."

"wow... so that was you... jesus, looks like you've been struck with an outburst of bravery. by the way, what did you pack up?

"oh, you know, some of my important personal junk, my wallet, just in case, a couple of knives, a baseball bat, a med kit, food, water, a journal, pencils n' shit, matches, my phone and laptop."

"i just packed all my books that i usually pack for school and a lighter..."

"shh, someone's coming!"

i saw it. it was a real life zombie. i couldn't believe my eyes. he was just like in the movies... but this time it was real. and it was no joke.

"a zombie. i saw a bunch of those things after i ran out of the building. i ran to the store over there, on the other side of the street. i saw the storekeeper having some trouble, so i knifed both of the zombies that were trying to eat him. he thanked me and shot himself after. i tried to stop him, but he kept saying that he can't possibly survive through the hoards of zombies. his wife and kids tried to kill him, and his business as a storekeeper is over. the guy shot himself with his pistol. i took it afterwards. then i saw a wave of zombies pass the street. there were hundreds of them. i stayed in the store until it was safe to come out. i've also noticed that the zombies, they can smell exposed flesh or a bleeding wound from a long distance. they are also quite endurable, they can't feel anything, so they can walk through fire and they don't need air to walk under water."

"wow, you noticed all that during one night?"

"video games, dude. video games."

"riiiight. welp, what do suppose we do now? take the destiny of that storekeeper or try to stick it out for as long as we can?"

"ain't no way i'm ending my life just because this outburst of zombies destroyed our whole lives. all the knowledge we need to survive is through experience. now, we should look for a really safe place to stay. if we sleep in an alley, we won't see the sunlight of the next morning."

"that sounds about right. but where will we find such shelter?" - i said.

"what about the police station? maybe there's someone still alive in there?"

"i hope so."

"the street looks empty. let's move! also, have my knife, just in case."

"but don't you need it?"

"nah, i have my pistol. now come on!"

and nick ran off. i started running too, but he was too fast. i said:

"nick, wait up!"

"i'm sorry, i can't hea-"

when suddenly, dead corpse that was lying on the pavement jumped right onto him with a sudden move. i screamed "NICK!" while he was trying to defend against that crazy zombified corpse. i ran to him and kicked the zombie's head of as hard as i could. it flew about 10 meters.

"nice one, thanks."

"no prob. i totally freaked out when he jumped on you!"

"me too... which is a sign that we really should be more careful. if we loose our guard again, we won't end up so lucky like this time."

"yeah. that was some pretty scary shit."

"so, tim? where are your parents? have they been turned into zombies?"

"i don't think so. they're on a holiday in London."

"they went to London and left you at home?"

"ugh, it's complicated."

so, we carefully walked a few blocks, watching each other's backs. we saw about 100 zombies in one wave. they were heading to the police station. that's when we knew we had to get a move on.

TO BE CONTINUED... da da da!