Prologue

The breakout began three months ago today when a mutated strain of the bird flu got out, people started changing. Everybody started going insane and turning into cannibals. It started in Africa I remember the news reports;

“Tribes all across Africa are going extinct because of an unknown disease; we know that the dead are walking and that they are engaging in cannibalistic acts. I repeat, the dead are walking, and engaging in cannibalistic acts. Stay tuned for information as we learn it.”

Then three weeks later, it was in every country in the world. For about a month, there were pockets of people, all over the place. There were more infected than there was living, but there was still some feeling of hope. That feeling didn't stay for long; the infection didn't slow down one bit. One by one, people died, until the pockets of people were rare.

There were never as many infected as the movies had made you to believe. As the number of infected increased, the number of people being eaten alive also increased, more and more people were just dying, instead of getting infected and turning. The infected started to overrun everything, and once that happened, less and less people were getting away with bites, and more and more were dying at the hands of the infected. It was not people that were slowing the infection rates, it was that the infected, were destroying everything and everyone, eventually, their numbers just stopped growing.

The more recent the death of an infected, the more dangerous they were, with all their muscles and tendons, they were fast, like Zack Snyder’s Dawn of the Dead fast. This was scary, you get almost no time to react, and the slow people were gone first, I don’t mean the fat people, but the mentally slow.

At first it was extremely hard to tell the difference between the infected and the living, because they weren’t decomposing just yet. I mean, there was always an obvious temperature difference, but if you were close enough to find out they’re cold, you’re probably a little too close. I always look at the eyes, the facial expressions are what gives it away, if they’re running towards you yelling ‘help’, then they’re probably alive (speech was always a dead giveaway), if they’re running towards you with their mouths open and a stream of drool is running down their face, that’s your cue to run. If you didn’t want to get close enough to check their temperature, and you have bad eyesight, there are other ways to check for the infected, some dead giveaways could be if they’re; limping, moaning, walking in the open without a care in the world, blood around their mouths, and finally, eating a person.

 By the time Kelly, David, and I left the house, the infected were no longer in big groups, but smaller groups; if not alone. These groups were now spread out across the country, looking for more to feed upon.