Apocalypse

They laughed at us. They called us crazy, but when everything goes to hell they turned to use. Granted some of them were not prepared and did not make it. Me on the other hand, I was prepared, but I was in the wrong place at the wrong time with no fucking weapon.

It was around 11:45 a.m. Even in the morning the Florida heat is terrible. I was hanging around with my group of friend and we were... I cant remember what we were doing. I think we were talking about anime or some video game. Anyway we were having a good time when an announcement came on.

"Attention students! Report back to your classroom at once! There will be another announcement lat..."

That is when the screaming started. It was all a blur. People were running like chickens with their heads cut off. Some were even cowering by the bathrooms. Most of my friends just left me and Joseph there. Joseph was about 6 feet tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. Instead of me ditching my friend there. I told him to follow me. From where we were it was about a 3 minute run to my truck. Sounds simple right, only if. The only thing that was stopping us was the undead.

God the smell of death, it was just sickening, and there was blood everywhere. We had no weapons and we were not going to be able to plow our way through the crowd of zombies. How we got lucky was beyond me... well I made it out. We tried to cut our way through the library which worked for the most part. We ran past Miss Smith, or what was left of her. After cutting through the library and ended on the other side. Now instead of a 3 minute run, it became a 5 minute run, but no zombies. We where almost to the truck when Mr. Sergeant grabbed Joseph by his shirt and started tearing into his throat. He couldn't even get out a scream. It was like a fountain of blood just erupted out of his throat. It got all over the car and on me. I just left him. I got into my truck and got the hell out of there.

The drive back to my house was terrifying to say the least. I could see men, women, and children we covered in blood. Some had bits of flesh either hanging off them or they had flesh in their mouth. I even saw a child holding the head of person. The ride home took about an hour. Passing everybody who needed help. I was hoping that when I get home that my mom and dad were there. I pulled into the driveway to see both my mom and dads vehicles. Then I saw it. Blood. There was blood on my mothers vehicle and on the door to the house. I ran up the stairs and to my room. I grabbed my Mossberg maverick 12 gage and loaded 5 shells. I pumped it once and I heard a loud crash in the kitchen.

"Mom? Dad? Are you there?"

I whish I never walked into the kitchen. I saw my mother eating my fathers face off. I could not hold it back any longer. I threw up all over wall. That got the attention of my zombie mother. It was so horrifying. Seeing my mother with flesh in her mouth and flesh hanging on off her face. It got up ignoring the corpses of the dogs and shuffling towards me. Tears in my eyes, I pointed the gun at my mother.

"I love you mom."

BANG

That was five years ago.