Z Story Chapter One

Looking around at the world today, you wouldn't believe the things you have to deal with. Nevermind Global Warming, the year 2012 or the sun falling from the sky, those are just some fairy tales in the past. Now a days, if you aren't one already, you get to deal with a land of the undead. I'm not talking about vampires, although I wish I was because they'd probably be more friendly, no I'm talking about zombies. Flesh- eating psychopathic freaks that are rooming pretty much every square mile of the earth right now. Well, except for maybe the deserts of Egypt, yet I wouldn't doubt there being some there too. How could something like this happen, you may be asking.
Remember that H1N1 scare back a couple years ago that everyone was rushing to get a vaccine pumped into their systems for? That wasn't the smartest idea seeing as it hadn't been tested over a few year
period. If it had been, they would have seen that the patients that initially seemed healthy fell ill for no apparent reason and died in their sleep. Well, died and came back to life zombie charged. These infected people started biting and eating others and the world just flew into this chaotic frenzy. They tried to cover it up at first, saying it was some new mutated form of the bird flu, but that didn't last long. Soon, this person is blaming this person and that person is blaming another person and that person is getting eaten...
I'm one of the lucky ones so far. Right from the get go, my older brother Nathaniel and I refused to get the shot. We're both pre-med students and we both agreed that since it hadn't been tested over a
longer period of time, we weren't about to be some bodies gineapig. Luckily, our parents back home felt the same way and our little brother Darrel was saved from the poisonous substance. Let me tell you a bit about myself and my life before this disaster...
My name is Sari. I grew up in a small town on Alabama. My parents are both well educated people who were close childhood friends that grew apart and became pen pals before they finally reunited and got married. My brother Nathaniel is two years older than me and is the smartest person I know. I always looked up to him and when he decided he wanted to become a top surgeon, I decided I was going to be a nurse helping alongside him. I don't know why I decided that, I'm much more drawn to art and creating things then putting them back together but my parents loved the idea so I stood by it. So off we went to Princeton to try and get our lives together. Our younger brother Darrel, being only ten and eight years younger than me, of course had to stay at home to live with the folks. Darrel is more like me then
Nathaniel. Boy could that kid ever build amazing things out of Legos. He was probably building another one of his huge cities when the real panic began. I remember it like it was only yesterday, a typical thing
for a survivor of a crisis to say.
We had just finished with our exams and were visiting one of Nate's friends Matt who lived in the heart of New York City. I had gone off exploring so that the boys could have their bonding time and was sitting outside on one of the steps of the Met, when I heard someone screaming. Now, on a normal day, this wouldn't have been too unusual. You come across a ton of interesting people walking around New York
City, but as I looked up from my book I saw that the women was screaming at something that should have stayed in the movie theatres entirely. It was a man who was covered in blood, dragging his left leg
and edging towards the petrified lady. At first, I looked around for some sign of a car accident or something that could explain this scene but what I saw next cleared my thoughts of any such thing. The man had gotten a hold on the women and had taken a huge chunk out of her neck. Others screams from all around me began and before I knew it I was running down the street away from the stairs and my book. My phone was going off in my pocket but I waited until I was a safe distance away
to pull it out.
"Sari?! Oh God Sari tell me you're alright!" I could hear the shear
panic in my brother's voice.
I took a second to try and catch my breath. "Sari!"
"Ya I hear you Nate, I'm fine."
"Oh thank god. Sari where are you? Are you at the Metropolitan still? If you are Sari, just stay there, Matt and I are going to come and get you..."
"Nate wait. I'm not there anymore. I was outside and one minute this lady is screaming and the next this guy is chewing on her neck!" I grabbed the side of my own neck subconsciously and look back down the
street. A crowd had gathered and it looked like there was some form of a struggle. "What the hell is going on?"
"That's just it, we don't know but we need to get out of here before they close off all the bridges," Nate struggled to say. Nate wasn't one to get deeply stressed out over things but right now, he sounded
like he was going to go crazy.
"Close off the bridges? Why would they..." I didn't get to finish my sentence.
A blonde girl in a designer dress my age was walking towards me, no running at me, with her arms outstretched like she was about to give me a hug. Or grab my neck...
'AHHHH' I shrieked as I side stepped the girl last minute. She ran slightly past me then came back around and tried for me again but I wasn't about to stay put.
I began to race down the street, surprisingly still clutching onto my phone. The faint voice of my brother screaming into the phone could just barely be heard alongside my feet hitting the pavement below and
my heart beating in my chest above. The girl creature thing was whining but still keeping at a close pace
behind me, trying to grab me every once in a while, yet I refused to look back. All I could think about was how that man had dug his teeth into the flesh of that poor women.
I could see a cross section in the road up a head and as luck would have it, I made it across the street just in time to hear the screeching of tires. As I looked back over my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of that psycho chick getting run over by a local taxi driver. That man sure deserves a large tip, I thought to myself.
Looking underneath the yellow cab, I could see that there was no movement. The taxi driver had gotten out and was freaking out. I didn't feel like trying to explain but I felt bad for the man.
"She was trying to kill me," I said bluntly, at the shocked man. I then realized my phone was still open. Slowly, I raised it to my ear.
"Nate?"
"Sari... Walk into the next building you see and don't move a muscle. Send me the address." Nate's voice was strained from screaming into the receiver.
"Okay," was the only thing I could reply. I hung up the phone and looked around me.
The building beside me was some tall, old looking building. I quickly glanced at the address on the building and behind me before dashing in through the door, shutting it tightly.
Texting the address to my brother, I let out a breathe of air that I didn't know I was holding. I was torn between going further into the building and staying where I was. My phone went off and I dropped it
abruptively.
"Crap."
I bent down to pick up the battery that had flown out of the phone and noticed a puddle of blood. My breathing almost stopped. As I slowly stood up, I heard a wheezing noise from behind me.
A little boy in a train conductors suit was standing next to me. There was blood dripping from his lips and something was wrong with his eyes. My stomach turned uneasily. He tilted his head at an odd angle as he examined me. I began backing away from him as he finally decided I was a worthy snack.
I got about four steps and hit the wall. My mind wasn't working fast enough and my breathing was coming in small gasps. I began to slide along the cool wall towards the exit and bumped into an umbrella stand. The boy's mouth partly opened just as I gripped the handle of an umbrella, opening it and thrust it into his face.
"Get away from me!" I shrieked as I shoved my shoulder against the figure behind the outstretched umbrella and ran for the door. As I stepped out the door, slamming into someone. It was Nate.
"There's a boy... And blood... He wanted to kill me!" I yelled, and I vaguely saw as Matt ran into the building with a shovel.
"It's okay now, just breathe. Let's get you in the car," Nate's voice was saying at a distance.
Just then, Matt came back out of the building with a ruby liquid dripping off of his shovel. Tears were running down my cheeks.
"Oh god..." My hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"She's in shock, we need to get her in the car and under a blanket," the distant Nate said.
"We better hurry then because I see more heading our way," came the voice from the Matt with the shovel.
I turned to see a group of three bloody masses down the street sprinting towards us.
And then there was darkness.