The Beginning

The world didn't end in 2012, zombies just took over most of North America and Canada. A mysterious virus began to change people.

It didn't effect everyone,at first,  but those that it did effect began to crave human flesh and became like animals, feral and fast moving. Those that were bitten, but not killed, contracted the virus as well.

Within the first month of the strange virus, thousands were infected and they in turn infected millions. Soon, almost everyone was dead or zombified. Those that weren't hid away in their houses or other hiding spots with their stockpiles of food and weapons.

Some of these survivors wrote of their experiences, the stories contained in this blog are theirs.

Survivor Story #1

I went to school that day just like I did everyday, I avoided running over other kids in the

parking lot, moaned about getting up early, and threw back Mountain Dew. I didn't notice

anything odd going on, and there certainly weren't any undead roaming around that I noticed. 
I had to take a midterm and I wasn't looking forward to it, I had stayed up most of the night

studying for it. I was in the middle of going over my notecards with a friend when we heard

screaming.


We ignored it at first, but soon people began running. Even the kids that walked with their

pants around their ankles were running. It wasn't until one of them tripped and a man who was

covered in what looked like blood jumped on top of him and begin to eat him that we decided

that it was probably a good idea to run as well. At that point everyone was beginning to realize

what was happening and that trying to talk to them was useless; they were mindless killing

machines.


Together we made our way to my car and struggled to decide where to go. We had never

imagined that anything like this would happen. Sure, we had seem movies that warned about

zombie attacks like this, but who really takes those seriously? That's when we remembered that

one of our friends actually did. He had graduated a few years ago, but we still hung out

occasionally. Our conversations always ended up on zombies somehow or the other, usually

because he wanted to play video games.


We decided to try and make it to his house, he had always bragged that he was ready for the

zombies when they came, and we hoped that he wasn't kidding.

Luckily for us, he hadn't been. Just as we drove up he sniped a zombie from a window on the

second floor of his house. Apparently, in addition to food he had been stockpiling weapons. We

yelled for him to let us in. He did, but only after he made sure we hadn't been bitten.

We hid there for weeks, rationing food between everyone that showed up. Eventually, we

managed to attract a helicopter flying overhead looking for survivors.

They took us to an uninfected area and explained that a virus was causing the change, they just

didn't know where it came from. They said that we were lucky and that we would have to stay

there until they could secure somewhere else for us to stay.

It took a few months of arranging and convincing before we were allowed to leave and take

refuge in Great Britain. Only America had become infected and the rest of the world didn't like

the idea of risking their lives. However, once they were assured that we were healthy they let us

in.

We stayed in the small apartments that the government provided while they ran test after test

and watched us continuously to make sure that we really weren't going to turn into zombies.
Eventually, they let us go.

The United States is still a zombie covered wasteland, and Canada is well on its way to being

the same. Hopefully, the rest of the world won't follow suit.