Prologue

A Chapter by Shiro

Jace wakes up to find his world has changed

The name's Jace.

I'm 17 years of age and I'm living in a Cliché world.

Yeah,

Zombie apocalypse.

Sounds fun right.

You want to hear my story?

Find a seat,

this is going to be one hell of a fail.

Infected Fail

-Prologue-

I woke to a noise outside my room. "F**k. What time is it", I mumble to myself. "Clang!" Again. I hear footsteps getting closer. If I wasn't half asleep; I'd have noticed the limp to them, I'd have noticed the low groans. I stretch, but I stop halfway through as I hear a loud "thump" from my door. I sigh and say, "You're fooling no one, Sis." This earns me a bloody arm going through my wall. "What the hell!?", Another through the window. More through my wall. I grab my katana, which I've always kept on my wall above my bed. As I ready my sword, I realize I'm shaking. I take a deep breath, but all that does is waste my time as a dead body pushes through my now destroyed window. I'm not very experienced at sword fighting, but I manage to slice the corpse's throat. It falls to the ground with a loud screech and doesn't move. I figure it's dead as I fight my way through bodies. The scent is overwhelming, and it doesn't help that my nose isn't plugged up today. How the f**k am I so calm?, I think to myself.

I've been warned of this.

When I reach a seemingly safe spot, I realize my breathing is loud and shaky, I guess I'm not...

I make my way to an abandoned road.

A horde notices me.

They limp, run, and crawl closer.

Just my luck.

God damnit

-End prologue-