When The Undead Visits The Living (I was fueled by a show called The Walking Dead. Also what it says about a guy's face being eatten off in Miami, it's true. Google it THIS JUST IN! ON MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND DOWN IN MIAMI FLORIDA A MAN HAD HIS FACE EATTEN OFF! THE POLICE TRIED TO GET THE ATTACKER OFF BUT HE MADE A GROWLING NOISE AND CONTIENUED HIS MEAL. IT TOOK 5 GUN SHOTS TO GET HIM OFF AND FOR THE VICTIM HE WAS RUSHED TO THE HOSPITAL. WAS THIS A DRUG ABUSER GONE WILD OR THE FIRST ZOMBIE ATTACK OF THE APOCOLYPSE? (5/23/12) Chapter 1 "Run. Calvin, just go. I love you." Those were the last word Calvin heard from his father since he sacfriced himself to save his son. Calvin ran east without looking back not even once. "You gotta make it the diner." Was the only thing he could process in his mind. He ran pass a zombie eating the flesh off a small boy. Calvin started to choke up and his nose was getting hot, he felt tears coming out of his eyes. "No. I can cry later. It's not going to help you now." he thought. Calvin felt like he was running forever until the diner came up in his view. The diner had no special meaning to Calvin he just knew it would be a safe place to hide. It had only a few windows so that wouldn't be a problem to board up and they was food. Calvin made his way to the diner door and opened it slowly and quietly. He noticed the lights were flickering and dim and in some spots off. Each step he took made a noise on the wood flooring. He was making his way to the kitchen. "It's empty?" he said to himself. In the kitchen the lights were off, Calvin dug threw his back looking for his flashlight. "Bandages, Shirt, Jacket, Pistol, Pocket Knife, Flashlight, found it!" he said going threw the backpack. He turned the flashlight on, he searched for the light switch. Squeek! Something crawled fast passed the light. Calvin quickly found the light switch and turned it on. Calvin was beginning to look around until he saw it. A man on the ground, he guts out off his body, him laying in a pool of his own blood, there was a rat eating his body. Calvin began to feel the tears coming back. Calvin cried for a short period before being tackled. The attacker had his face close to Calvin and his mouth open, his breath smelled like decayed flesh. Calvin struggled with the zombie, he punched it in the gut, the kicked him off. Calvin was crawling to the get away from his attacker, he found a frying pan. Calvin picked up the frying pan, the zombie came back at him. CLINK! Calvin's pan crashed into the zombie's head. Calvin hit him the head a few more times to be safe. Calvin's pan had blood on it. He looked at the zombie's shirt, it had a name tag. "Sorry to hurt you Stevie." Calvin said. Calvin checked the refridgerator, the food looked expired and had a horrible smell. "Gross." Calvin said after seeing mold on the bread. Calvin Locked the front and back door of the diner, locked the windows and closed the curtains. "That should do." Calvin said. He took the bathroom key and locked himself in the bathroom. It was a bit chilly in the bathroom. Calvin pulled out his jacket and wore it while laying on the ground, using his backpack as a pillow. The tile floor was cold. He was alone. He didn't know if this was a dream or not. Smack. "Wake up." Smack. "Wake up." Smack. "Wake up." Calvin tried. He felt his tears beginning to tear up, his nose getting hot, he let it all out. Calvin began to cry. His dad, that little boy, that body in the kitchen, that zombie that attacked him. Those poor souls. Calvin cried himself to sleep.
Chapter 2. "Get up boy!" A man with a strong southern accents said. He poked Calvin with his shotgun. "Wake up!" Calvin rolled over, then he started to get up. The man pointed his gun in between Calvin's eyes. The man cocked (I feel like this word will be censored "pumped") his shotgun and said in his accent "You ain't a walker are ya?" Calvin was dazed and confused. Who was this guy pointing his gun at him. Calvin knew if he didn't say something right he could be shot. Calvin staring down the barrel said "I am not a walker." "You sure?" He said. "You haven't be bitten by one?" "No. Can you please not point that at me." Calvin asked. The man pulled the gun back and gave Calvin a hand up. "I'm sorry for scaryin' ya boy. I'm Ellis" He said. Ellis seemed to be in his 20's, he had tanned skin that look like it came from beimg outside alot and brown hair. He wore a yellow t-shirt with blue jeans and a blue and white trucker cap and stood about 6 feet tall. "It's nice to meet you Ellis. I'm Calvin." Calvin replied. "I reckon you ain't from here, are ya? You talk all proper and such." Ellis spoke. Calvin didn't really know what city he was in, him and his dad drove as far away from New York. New York is probably filled with zombies with no sign of real humankind what so ever, it's a big city and the whole infection grew fast. "I'm from New York." Calvin said. "I had to get out of there the whole walker thing grew fast there." Calvin and Ellis walked out the bathroom, All the thing Calvin set up were still there but the Door was literally missing from it's spot. "Where's the door?" Calvin said. Ellis did a little chuckle. "Well, I hooked the door to a chain on the back of my pick up and drove." Ellis said. "I'm surprised you wouldn't have heard that. I tried searchin' for food in the kitchen but there was this horrible smell in there and the food was moldy." Calvin began to think of his attack, the smell of dead in the air, and ripped open flesh. "There was a walker in the kitchen, he attacked me but no bites, I smashed his head with a frying pan." Calvin said. "Do you have anywhere to go? I could drop you off." Ellis offered. Calvin's only ride was his dad and he didn't know where his dad was taking him. Calvin had no ride or place to be. "I don't have anywhere to be but I don't want to stay here." Calvin said. "You could hang with me." Ellis offered. Ellis's offer is pretty nice, maybe this is what they call southern hospitality. Also it was the only choice between stay here or go. "Sure, why not." Calvin said. Ellis escorted Calvin to his red older pick up truck. "Calvin, right here is my baby Lia." Ellis said proudly pointing at the truck. "She has many memories, my uncle Ray had her but gave her to me on my 14th birthday." When Calvin got inside the truck the seats felt so comfortable. He could feel the age of the vehicle and there were no seat belts. Ellis put the car in drive, and put his foot on the gas. (I finally made it, and if you haven't notice I put a video game character in my story, it's Left 4 Dead 2's Ellis. I really like him so please don't judge me. )