I walk into the office lounge area, my short hair getting caught in my eyes. I grab a blue mug, and fill it with black coffee. I hear footsteps, and turn around sharply.

"Goodmorning Anna, getting your morning coffee?" My boss, Sam asks. I nod my head once, as to agree with her. I'm not really in a talk-talk mood.

I walk up to my friend, Christie. I'd known her since childhood, hell. She was at my parents place when I came out as gay to everyone.

"Mornin Christie, did ya burn the midnight oil?" The way she looked made me nervous. She was pale, sweating, and heavily salivating at the mouth.

Reaching my arm out to her uncovered shoulder, my hand lands on her skin and it is instantly slimy. Where I rubbed, she skin crinkled and tore apart. There was a huge lesion.

"Christie, are you okay? Your skin just kinda tore apa-" she looks at me, her eyes dull and milky yellow.

"Christie" lunged at me, her teeth snarling and groaning. I shove her off.

Whatever the hell that thing was, it wasn't Christie. At least not anymore.

Everyone in the office had just witnessed what happend. Christie was on the floor flailing, groaning, and scratching her way back up. She lunges at James, the Janitor. She fights through him, and takes a chunk out of his neck. The scene was horrific, he went down and she continued to eat away at him.

I gagged, and my phone started ringing.

It was my girlfriend.

"Anna, you need to come home right now!" She sounded as though she was on the brink of tears.

"Okay, I'm on my way. I'll see you soon, lock everything, even the slim shad windows, and close our shutters."

"O-okay...I'll try to keep quiet aswell, they're everywhere..."

I hang up, and run out of the building. Seems like I'm not the only one thinking of this plan.

My house is right next door, thank god. When I enter the house I am immediately in the arms of my beautiful girlfriend, sadie. Her shiny dirty blonde hair braided in a shoddy way, her flannel hanging beside her hips. Her sterling white tank top, that complements her hazel eyes. Her bootcut Jean's that makes her ass look amazing. It's almost enough for me to forget everything that's going on outside. It's not though.

"Sadie, follow me."
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere I prepared in the house after I served in the marines. Be ready, you're about to go through hell."

"No, Anna I'm going to my parents house. I'm not being hoarded in some basement."

I looked at her, my gaze hardening. I nod my head, already deciding my wonderful girlfriends fate. There was no arguing in this moment. It was now kill or be killed. I hug her, and give her a goodbye kiss. Then, she's out the door and I'm in the shelter underground.

I set up an old sand punching bag, I haven't used it in a while. Taping up all the spots that were ripping, I start going at it. There was enough rations to last me two years alone. One year with two people, and six months with three. I set up the radio, I had four pack of batteries for the thing. I turned on the channel broadcasting the news.

"This outbreaks of the deceased, cannibalistic creatures has become increasingly worrisome. Hospitals are no longer accepting patient with the symptoms of the beginning of the disease. Please, stay away from anyone with the following symptoms:

Heavy salivation
Slimy skin
Milly eyes
Pale
Agression

Stay away from anyone with a bite mark. That's the easiest, and fastest way to spread the disease.

So zombies? We're dealing with some fucking zombies? I cant believe this shit. I've seen some fucked up shit, but I ain't never felt with cannibalistic decaying humans. This is something out a movie, or comic.

It's hard to block out everything at once. After all, having PTSD is probably the scariest thing I've ever experienced. All the flashbacks of war, the pain alone is enough to kill me. I'll be dammed if it's a zombie to kill me though. That's just plum fucking retarded.

Looks like things have finally gotten interesting in my life...