-Downtown Atlanta-
-Altlanta High School-

"Hows it hanging string bean!" Someone says behind me pushing me down on the floor I drop my comic books invincible, science dog, (anyone that knows robert kirkman will know those are made by him) anything of interest to me at the time "hey John hows it going" he lifts me up and grabbs my comic swooning at them as if they were a grand prize "wow what good issues" he rips the pages in half and sticks out his hand "you know the drill string bean pay up" I sigh handing him my bit of money I save to buy the next comic of Invincible on the way home.

He checks the currency and ticks "this is only half that you promised" he kicks my leg making sure to make it hurt "I expect to see the rest tommorow" he walks away and I laugh, I just laugh my head off until the bell rung. I pick up the halfs of the comic book and threw it in the trash walking to the next class, another day wasted being treated as low as dirt, no not that lower then the dead and if the news casts are true then they shall be upon us alot sooner then I imagined.

I plop in my seat put my headphones in and tone out the lesson, I almost laugh when the next song tunes on my phone "Down with the sickness" by Disturbed almost fitting on what happend moments later, screams where heard outside the hall and we all turn and someone, the janitor, comes in holding his neck and it was gushing like a fountain. The teacher immediately turns to help but another person tackels her and started tearing her apart.

The bulk of the room screams and I stare in shock but not I complete fear "guys moved back to the windows" John moves tword the window throwing a desk outside shattering the window. Someone pulls out a switch knife out of his pocket and someone shouts "how the fuck did you smuggle that in" the kid laughs about to answer but was attacked by the man who took our teachers life.

I immediately dive for the knife and drove it into the mans skull, then the bleeding out janitor, and our bloody teacher, finally the kid. The class looks at me scared even John "you might want to rethink you options on treating me poor John" I laugh flicking the blade back and putting it in my back pocket, I walk out of the room and I hear John "screw him let's get out of here" they must have followed him out of the window.

The halls are in chaos the dead shamble aimlessly towrds the classrooms still full of fresh humans, I have no intent on saving them at this point its everyone for themselves ill group up with others some other time once I find a group that can handle in a fight with the dead. I dont bother bringing out the knife I can just run past the grasps of the dead faster, one advantage of having to avoid bullys that chased when I didnt have anything to give them.

The infected try to reach me but I duck and slide out of the way "not dying today fellas" I laugh pushing a door that lead to and outdoor lunch area where a few surviving people have pushed the tables to block the dead who were reaching for them. I curse not having time to run back inside so I pull the knife out and walk down the steps drawing two walkers my way, one of a former student whos name I cant recall and Mr.Swanson our pe teacher (I laughed on the inside I thought he would have survived something like this have former military experience) I kick him to the ground first driving the knife into the students skull but the blade snaps as I try to pull it back out afterward.

Having recovered from the kick Swanson stands again, also drawing more attention from the other dead, leaving the survivors to attempt escape "shit" I run to the shed that was next to the steps full of equipment for our pe classes, luck goes my way that we were playing baseball, I grab a bat from the pile and brandish it ready to strike. I swing the first time at the huddle of dead knocking a few on the ground, I make a mad dash for the gates that lead outside to the streets.

I throw the bat across and jump upwards griping the chain link fence using every muscle to pull away from the grip if the infected, not paying to what was on the other side I fall to the sidewalk and scramble for my bat "anything was better then out inside the school" but I turn to the streets to see chaos, burning cars, screaming people being attacked, national guard shooting at hordes closing in for the kill, I laugh "well how quickly I was proven wrong" I shake and know I will have to fight hard in this world in order to survive.

-A week later-

Most of the activity of the city has died down by now being as the military wasnt able to keep control, I have been wandering the streets for days having nowhere to go, no family because my mother died giving birth to me and my "dad" leaving the family before I was ever born, so I never had a actual family to call my own, I wouldnt even call the people a the orphanage a family either just people that kept me clothed and fed. I already scoped out the orphanige finding the same thing as the school bloody ad full of death so I was officially alone in this, or at least until I bumped into someone named Glenn Rhee.

To be continued...