How I Survived the First Twenty Days of the Zombie Apocalypse
Day 1
The virus that created the outbreak is called the Polynova-A Virus
but that's all I know. I don’t know how the name came about, what
it means or how it started. I don't think anyone does just yet.
Anyway, how rude of me, I'm James Matheson and I'm travelling with
-once six- five other people: three men and two women. My old buddy
Tom was once part of our group too. They're nice people and we get on
well, or at least as well as a group of people hope to get on when
the apocalypse starts. Or maybe it's not an apocalypse, just some
crazy people meeting more crazy people and eating everybody. I just
turned twenty-four in January and now I'm scared I'm going to die. I
don't know where my family is or where my friends are, and my dog is
missing; they're all people I'm out looking for, maybe I'll come
across them on this crazy journey. I don't really know how else to
introduce myself, and if I'm being honest I'm not really that
interesting, and when it's the end of the world I'm sure you don't
want a meet and greet with strangers.
So, this all began about
twenty days ago if I'm calculating correctly. I was in my house
watching Frankenstein when I heard a big commotion outside. I thought
at first it was my neighbours drunk ex-wife making her return weekly
visit, but, when I peeked out of the window I saw a crazy guy
breaking into a car. In fact there was a bunch of crazy guys breaking
into a bunch of cars. I didn't really know what to do. It wasn't
normal behavior from my neighbours, and there was a point I thought I
was actually in a friend's house where this sort of behavior might be
deemed 'normal' in his neighbourhood, but then I was sure I wasn't
when I saw Claudia Smith running over to Peter's (another neighbour)
house. This is where it got weird. As she was running over to his
door one of the zombies saw her and stopped what it was doing -in
this case it stopped breaking into the car, which was probably a good
thing- and started to follow her. When Claudia arrived at Peter's
door she banged it with her fist, kicked it. But he wouldn't answer.
I don't actually know if anyone was in, I hadn't seen him for a while
but I didn't have the courage to run out and say to her. I felt bad,
but there was nothing I could do. Next thing, the zombie that
followed her caught up and started biting her, she's screaming for
help, then the next she's not. WAIT, that wasn't the really weird
part. After they guy bit her I closed the curtain and stood at my
window terrified. I didn't know what the hell to do, or if they would
smell me out and come after me, so I ran upstairs to my bedroom and
once I calmed down I peeked out again. I looked for Claudia but I
didn't see her so, frantically, I scanned the street for her. Maybe
Peter was in after all and saved her life... or at least that's the
comforting thought I had before I saw her hungry looking face staring
up at my window. In fact all the zombies that were breaking into the
cars were there too. I counted seven, plus Claudia. Sure wasn't my
night. I thought of all the weird movies I had watched when the
bodies came back to life after being bitten. So, what did I do you
wonder? I ran down stairs as fast as I could and managed to lock my
front door just in time. I turned the lights off and stood in the
kitchen waiting for them to forget I was there; for them to hear a
noise somewhere else and lost interest in me. Kids, don't always
listen to the movies, they know how to smash through windows.
I
ran like hell out the back door. I don't think I knew where I was
running to and in a way I didn't really know what I was running from,
and if it wasn't for the fact that I knew I would be their next meal
I would have stopped running. After I was a lung down from running I
had to stop. I looked at where I was and noticed the small garage I
used to go to feed my car. I knew the owner so I walked over and
looked inside for Tom and when I couldn't see him I started to knock
and call him out. Nothing. I took my chance and went inside, I
thought I'd be safer in there than out in the dark anyway, and if
there was any of those things inside they would've no doubt responded
to my calls with a not-so-friendly reply. Inside was remarkably
spotless, the only thing being out of place was a few cans on the
floor resulting in a spillage and I noted that the till was open.
Then I hear a noise in the back. Not an alarming noise that made me
run for hills again but a familiar sound that awoken a memory inside.
It was a laugh. It was Tom. Alive and well, hiding out in the back,
I'm guessing with a few cans of bud. My guesses proved correct when I
opened the door to the back of the garage, and there he was, happy as
ever, as drunk as a skunk.
'Tom?'
'Ahhhh, 'ts you, m'friend'
He started to smile, and when he spoke I could smell the stale booze
off his breath. 'Madneees. Outside, madness. Not. Veru. gid."
His words were only half comprehensible, and I realized it was the
best I was going to get.
'So you know what's going on outside'?
He just nodded. I didn't bother to ask more questions. Instead I just
decided to take on the extremely hard job of sobering him up which
would include a few bottles of water, a pillow, a blanket, a basin.
That night was a long one.
Day 7
It
was a quiet few days to begin with. Tom and I lived out of his garage
but the power eventually died, it got cold, and Tom got cranky. We
packed things we could eat and drink, grabbed a map and talked about
possible places we could go. It was decided that we weren't to go
anywhere in particular and instead just headed north.
'So, what
was it like?' Tom asked. I looked at my shoes; they were worn now and
I thought that if we passed a shoe store I would definitely go in and
look for a new pair. Then I thought that it was a very strange
thought to have considering what was going on in my new world. 'What
was what like?' I finally replied.
'Being one of the first people
on earth to witness the worlds end?' I had never really thought about
it. Was I one of the first few people to see it begin? Would I live
to see it end? I had no knowledge of real time, no exact date, and
even though I knew it was, I still didn't believe all of this was
real. Not the dead walking or the violence that had started. I didn't
want to believe this was the end to humanity as I knew it. I would
give anything to wake up in my warm bed, next to my dog, the smell of
coffee from the kitchen. But instead I get this. Our new world. Sorry
kids, it’s not always a happy ending. Day eventually comes and
goes, and before you know it you have to scramble to find a safe
place to live before the dead get to it, or worse, get to you.
'Well... I guess I never really stopped to think about it Tom. One
day I'm living a normal life, going to work. Doing normal things any
of us would be doing. Next thing you know we are landed with this.
Like a scene out of the worst movie ever. I used to watch The Walking
Dead, I never actually wanted to be a part of it. I don't feel lucky
that I might have been one of the first few people to watch humanity
disappear.' We walked in silence for a while watching the sun going
down, hoping to come across shelter. Eventually I broke it: 'When did
you know something was wrong?' I think it took Tom a while to realize
he was still with me before he answered: 'Well, I was going through a
normal day, customers coming and going. The usual. It felt like the
hottest day all summer. Anyway, I was getting ready to close for the
night when I heard a moan from behind the building. I thought it
might have been a bum so I shouted round for him to get out. As I was
setting the alarm It came around the corner. No normal bum I'd ever
saw. Grey-looking skin colour, bloody face. He came at me so I had
nowhere to go but the garage. Was holed up ever since then you came
along just when I'd given up hope.'
Tom and me had known each
other since the age of five, when my father and mother moved next
door to his. The two dad's started going on weekly fishing trips, and
when we were old enough (on our seventh birthday’s)we were allowed
to go with them, which was a very special treat for us at the
weekend. Sooner or later we became pretty much inseparable and
fishing became the best thing ever. As we got older, and we were able
to go by ourselves, both of us would head out on a Saturday with all
our fishing gear, ready to catch the biggest fish in the stream. Our
dad's would still come with us very often, and it was a great bonding
occasion. When Tom's father died when he was eighteen it all of us
hard. That's the main reason we all gave up fishing. Sooner or later,
everything ends.
As sun went down I spotted from the corner of my
eye a small shed next to a house. It was made of brick and not the
usual wooden shed so I thought it might be a good place in case rain
broke out during the night. We agreed that we'd try and avoid houses
at all costs because, well, you know how it goes: man finds house,
man gets comfortable, man sleeps, zombie eats man, man dies, and man
comes back. The same cycle over and over again. There was a light in
the shed. Tom said it wasn't too visible from outside so we made do.
Inside it was clean: there were neatly aligned shelves with the usual
workers' tools which had been arranged from smallest to largest.
There was a lawnmower at the far corner, a small refrigerator, and a
few hooks on the wall with some digging tools hanging from them. My
first thought was that this place was creepily neat and far too
organized. The owners couldn't be home. My first instinct would be to
grab all of the tools that I could carry and kill everyone that was
trying to eat me. Tom brought two sleeping bags from his garage so we
set up for the night. We tucked in at the fruit he brought, ate a bar
of chocolate and drank orange juice, forgetting all that was going
outside for a little while.
'I'll stay up first watch, I'm not
really tired anyway and I think you could use the rest Tom. We'll
take it in two hour shifts, if you need me I'm right outside.'
'That
sounds good. I'll be out like a light tonight. ' Tom lay down in the
sleep bag and closed his eyes. I knew he would be gone already, I
don't think he slept a wink in days. I grabbed a torch from the
shelf, took a deep breath and opened the door. Outside it was pretty
dark. A few street lights still worked which cast shadows over the
ground, making things a little bearable, but really eerie. The
ghostly glow from the moon made things creepier still. It made me
think about the zombies. How some of them could run when others could
only walk at a crawling pace. The way they moved, like they were in a
permanent dream state; sleepwalking without any knowledge and without
being able to ever wake up. In a way I felt sorry for them. Once a
human being, they were now creatures. Things that revolted people.
They were no longer a part of society. They were deadly. There was a
stool outside I rested on, a little small and uncomfortable but it
was better than the wet grass. All was quiet tonight. No movement
from any house, no noise from behind buildings, no dogs barking, no
people laughing at TV shows. You don't realize that it's the little
things you miss when they're gone. When I left Tom my watch said
12:15, when I looked again it said 3:05. I had overstayed my welcome
outside. I shone the torch light around the perimeter one last time
just in case anything was sneaking up. I still saw nothing but I had
a feeling in the pit of my stomach that someone was around and I
didn't like it. I went inside just as Tom was stirring.
'Time it?'
he asked, still half asleep.
'Five past three in the morning. Time
flew, you're turn.' Tom rubbed his eyes, drank some water and
stretched. I gave him the torch, tucked myself in, and closed my
eyes. The last thing I remember was hearing the door close, then Tom
sing the song we used to sing on our fishing trips. My dad later told
me it was I who made the song up.
“It’s
fishin' time,
Time to toss the line,
Time to catch, time to
relax,
It's fishin' time...”
Captain
Mac was lying on the floor beside my bed peering at me with one eye
open. That was his signal he was awake and getting ready to play.
'Here boy' I called out to him. He came pouncing from the floor to my
bed in a matter of seconds, smothering me with his morning kiss.
'Good boy, Cap' I said to him. Then something happened that had never
happened before: he spoke to me. He told me to wake up " 'Wake up
quick!' I leaped out of bed with the dreaded feeling my dog had been
hurt, but I wasn't in my room with Captain Mac. I was in the shed.
Morning was creeping in through the window and Tom was in front of
me, shaking me, asking me to get up, to get everything packed away.
He seemed more on edge than I had been. I got out of the bag and
started to roll it up. 'Time is it, Tom?'
'Seven-thirty' he
replied. He let me sleep through part of my shift. When I asked him
why he said he wasn't tired so wanted to let me rest a little longer.
There was no arguing with him. Everything was packed away and sitting
in the corner waiting for us to start our next journey. 'What's up
Tom'? I asked, remembering the frantic morning wake-up call I got. He
told me about his shift last night. How he was singing the old
fishing song, how he was thinking about his Debora. Then he told me
he got a feeling. He said: 'That sort of feeling you get when you're
sitting around the campfire listening to one of your friend's telling
the tale of the guy who died in the woods and who will haunt them for
all eternity.' He told me we were being watched and was sure it was
more than one person. Tom wanted to get moving, he didn't want to
stay any longer. I agreed. We packed up our bags, gathered some tools
that we could use and headed out. We were heading to a place we did
not yet know where we were going. The unknown. Watching the rest of
the sunrise Tom and I headed north again not knowing what encounters
lay ahead for us, or if we would meet anyone else along the way.
Day 10
So, as most of you already know, or should know by
now, is that the end of the world is inevitable. It has been
portrayed in many movies. The infestation of zombies is upon us and,
one day, just like that, they're going to bite you in the a*s -
almost literally. They might bite you on the arm or throat but it all
ends the same. Since leaving the shed, Tom and I have been walking.
Resting and walking. We haven't found a decent place to sleep in
almost two days. We're cold and hungry. And there are three people
following us. It all started that night outside the shed when I got
that uneasy feeling just before my shift was up. After I got woken up
that morning we walked north as usual, leaving the comfort and warmth
behind us. It made me realise how much I missed home. It felt like I
hadn't been in my own bed in months, snuggled in the duvet with
Captain Mac at the foot of my bed. So, as we were walking and Tom
told me all about his night shift, I felt alone. It suddenly hit me:
that the world had changed. What used to be movies and TV shows and
games was reality. Would this be the world we would have to endure?
Would our children have to be raised with weapons to fight off these
beasts? Instead of a train set your little boy would get a gun.
Instead of dolls " what would the girl get? A knife? Bow and arrow?
It was scary. As dark was descending upon us once more Tom stopped.
We spoke in whispers at night time, just loud to hear each other.
'I'm tired James. I can't go on no more without sleep.'
'I
know,' I said, 'but you know w...'
'NO!' his shout startled me,
and I think it startled whoever was following us. From a distance
behind us I heard what sounded like a (scream?) Was it us that
startled the strangers or was it something else? Now Tom spoke again,
back to a whisper. 'Sorry. I didn't mean to shout like that. It's
just that I'm so tired. I can't concentrate on anything. I think we
should try one of these houses out; the one on the left?.'
'Okay.'
I agreed, feeling my eyes slip too. It was not only Tom that felt the
night's catching up with him. I desperately wanted to crawl into the
sleep bag and dream. Searching the house was the only thing we could
do. We couldn't keep walking forever, being afraid to stop at any
place that screams danger.
Do not enter.
I used to be a place where civilized humans came. Not anymore. If you
come in here you'll most likely die. STOP! BEWARE! Do not approach.
The zombies will get you. Yes, you. They will tear you limb from limb
if they get close enough. Go home. Wherever home is now, go.
As
we approached the door we heard footsteps start up behind us in the
shadows not yet wanting to be seen. On the second night after leaving
the shed I had to stop to... you know. So I went behind a tree in
someone's back yard. With Tom on guard I glanced up for a second to
see him looking in the opposite direction, then that's when they
caught my eye. Three silhouette's in the distance. Were they human?
Some advance form of zombie that could control their emotions and
what they did? No, they were human. (Please,
God, if you hear me, if you're still there, let them be human.) I
felt it that night we were at the shed, as did Tom. What we didn't
know was if they were dangerous. The search downstairs was fine.
Nothing dead, no foul smells. We didn't split up because we all know
the trouble that can lead to so we headed up. The house was pretty
big. On the upper floor there was three bedrooms, a bathroom, an
office and stairs leading up to the attic. A sweep of upstairs showed
no signs of the dead- or life. Now all that was left was the attic
and the basement, none of which we were too fond of going to. Since
we were upstairs, the attic was first. Cautiously we crept up the
stairs. As we reached Tom already had the torch at hand; he lit it
up, moved it around as carefully as he could in his shaking hand
and... nothing. Surprising, as this is were I thought there would
have been a whole family tucking into an innocent victim who just so
happened to stumble upon their welcoming home. But nothing. There was
no secret crawlspaces, nothing to hide behind. All that was up here
were boxes, a mirror, and cobwebs that probably hadn't seen its maker
in months. Compared to the rest of the house it didn't look like it
was cared for. Everything just looked like it was stored away and
forgotten about. But, it was as clear as the rest of the house
(except the basement which we had still to check and where, I'm sure,
we would meet our ultimate death).
'What was that?' Tom had the
torch shining back down the stairs. I was so involved in my own
thoughts that I didn't seem to notice anything else going on around
me. 'What was what?' I said. Tom started to descend the steps one by
one. He stopped as he reached the fifth step from the door. I was
still stuck at the top trying to train my ears to hear the sounds he
was hearing. Then there it was. Voices. Footsteps. Banging. Who? I
was shoulder by shoulder with Tom before I even realized I had moved.
Someone was in this house. Was it the three strangers? Something from
the basement? The zombies will get you.
Yes, you. They will tear you limb from limb if they get close enough.
Closer
now. Definitely human footsteps; human voices. Please,
God. Now
running. Gunfire. Tom
burst through the door just before I could tell him to stop. It
happened too quickly. There was one at first. Maybe two. By the time
I got out of the door I counted four. The torch was on the floor.
They kept coming. I didn't have the strength to do anything. Did I
black out? I can't remember much after leaving the attic. I remember
the zombies going down one by one. I heard two men shouting and I saw
someone fire their gun. I remember Tom- there was blood. As I was
drifting out of consciousness one of the strangers kneeled beside me.
Everything was quiet so I assumed it was over. I remember him
introducing himself as Dave.. or David. Then nothing.
Day 18
Day 20
Tonight we found a concealed area and have settled down. Connie knew
how to light the fire so we will stay warm tonight, and I will heat
up beans for the group. I'm glad to be resting once more, I don't
know how much more walking (and running) I can endure. This journey
we are on must come to an end (or will it just keep going?) It has
been a long one with losses, blood and tears along the way. Since
joining together the group has grown closer, although sometimes I
think some are just here for the company. Sometimes we can go a full
day without saying more than a good morning. We're not friends,
probably far from it. But we have come together to fight back. To
take back what is rightfully ours. To build a better home for our
future generations and for us, we need to work as one. I've saw no
signs of my family or Captain Mac but I don't lose hope. Every single
day I miss Tom. It was my decision not to kill him but sometimes I
wonder if it would have been a better choice? Is he hurting now? Does
he know he's a monster? There's so many questions that will go
unanswered. Maybe one day, after I'm long gone, there will be a book
about this disaster and someone will get to the bottom of it. But for
now, at least, my group is safe. We're carrying on in search for more
human life. We're walking and living and I guess that's all that
matters. Maybe soon we can build a community and find more people to
join us. Maybe one day I will be able to return home; home is so far
behind me now but what's the harm in trying? There might be survivors
there. But, as for I, James Matheson, I will say goodbye for now, but
not forever. Good luck.