The day was like any other day. The sun came up and the wind was blowing gently through the trees. Although everything seemed normal, it was far from. The thing that caught me off guard was the person I was watching walking down the road was hit by an on coming car. The car never even slowed down just plowed right through the man. The man's body went airborne at the time of impact resembling a life sized bloody rag doll flying through the air and landing violently on the pavement. The sound of the landing seemed so loud to me that I actually found myself covering my ears and wincing. The bloody mass that was in a tangled and mangled ball of increasing gore, seemed very much dead. However the man began to move again with erratic movement almost like small seizures. He soon found his way off the road but never screamed or made a noise. I wasn't sure of what I was seeing until he made eye contact. I do mean eye contact as one his eyes had been removed from socket and was staring at the ground. This man WAS dead but animated, never changing expression, never crying out in pain. The man had to be dead, he had broken both legs, one arm was hanging by tendon and muscle only, and a portion of his face was missing showing the few teeth left in his head through what used to be his cheek. He noticed me when I finally called out to him. He never answered just groaned and used his good arm to pull himself towards me. Souless eyes looking at me like I was meat. He made it half way across the road when the dump truck came through and crushed his head. He quit moving this time and didn't move again. Had I really seen one? Could it have really been a zombie? I'd better prepare just in case.........

I knew something was wrong when I saw that guy on the side of the road after being hit by a car, not dead but not alive either. I took all the nessisary precautions though; fortified my home, loaded plenty of ammo, stock piled food and water, filled two 55 gallon drums full of gas, made sure the generator worked, and got plenty of stuff to keep myself busy. It was about three weeks after my sighting that things started to go down hill. The news started having reports of crazy people bitting and ripping the flesh from others. Hospitals were reporting death after death from the trivial bites. The CDC thought it was a biological terrorist attack. The army started declaring marshall law. I just sat on my sofa loading rifles, cross bows, shotguns, and making pipe bombs. I knew what was going on and I was ready ready for it. After a week of the news reports they stopped and all stations went to emergency broadcasting. The moans and screams from outside my home increased everynight. The thought of my family and friends as zombies feeding my need to destroy the vial creatures. Tommorrow I'll start the hunt........

I got up early this morning, around sun up, and made some coffee. While the coffee was brewing I picked up a pipe bomb and my rifle and headed for the roof. In previous weeks I had placed a deer blind on the roof of my house just for such an occasion. I sat the rifle next to the chair in the blind then lit the pipe bomb and tossed it at small group of zombies that were in the street. It landed a foot in front of them and rolled to a stop about 6 inches from the middle zombie. I remember thinking, "I hope the neighbors are dead because this will one hell of a wake up call if not." To my amusement the middle zombie had bent down to get a closer look at the pipe bomb when it went off in it's face. BOOOM!! Nothing like starting the morning with a down pour of rotting flesh and gore. Went back down stairs lit a smoke and poured a cup, then waited for the shuffling and moans to increase in volume and numbers. The bomb was fun and all but it was merely to gain the attention of the others. Back on the roof and the street in filled with about 30 to 40 zombies. Men, women, and children all mouth agape and missing body parts. I noticed the neighbors, Don and Trudy, so I yell at them. "Don! Trudy! Still think that I'm over reacting by putting up the 8 foot fence of cinder blocks around my house?" I then grabbed the 300 Winchester Mag with scope, lined up my shot, and put one bullet through both their heads. "Man!! That felt great!!" .......

There is nothing more satisfying than blowing the heads off zombies, but clean up is a cruel mistress. I spent one full day putting holes in the heads of zombies, now I have to clean up the yard so to speak. You can't just leave a bunch of rapidly decaying bodies layng around, it's just not kosher. Leaving the confines of the house is risky business, especially since I don't have anyone to watch my back. I spent the first part of the morning preparing. I have a modified trailer that I can easily haul around 500 lbs in by hand, that will be used to transport the bodies. I have light weight body armor that I made using some old catchers gear, thick leather, and some good old fashion chain mail. Lastly I gather protection; a pitch fork for moving bodies, a hatchet for making zombie giblets, and my trusty boom stick (12 gauge double barrell Remington, S-Mart's top of the line, has a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger*). Leaving the house I notice that the streets seem empty, only the echoes of moans from a distance on the wind. I begin my tedious task of gathering bodies for the pyre. I cautiously make my way to the front yard with the trailer and tools in tow. The first couple of loads go smooth and simple, gather the bodies dump them in the empty in ground pool, and repeat. The third would end up costing me. I had dumped the third and final load into the pool and I was in the process of pumping gas in the pool when I felt it and heard it. Unimaginable pain in my left arm followed by the nauseating sound of bone breaking. I had gotten into burning the mass grave that I let my guard down. I wheel around to see the lip-less face of the zombie snarling and gnawing on my arm.....