Kara's POV 

I ran on the fence thinking how could I be a zombie, I mean I saw one the other day at the theater, and it bit me but I didn't think he was actually a zombie. I just thought he was a sick man with no humanity left to keep him from being a...okay so he was a zombie. I'm glad I stabbed him in the head then because otherwise he might've gotten more than just a bite off my leg. I could've been killed, and I would've have even known I was a dead thing walking the earth only to kill more people until my own brains were blown out by a bullet, foot, pole, or something else. I imagined myself as a zombie getting hit up on the head with a tennis racket  over and over till I was a gooey mess on the tennis court's ground. 

I looked around thinking of people, and then I realized I was still running on the vertical fence. I lost concentration and fell left only to slam into another wooden fence breaking through it. I felt no pain though, and I looked at my arms and legs to see no scratches nor feel any throbbing under my skin and I smiled, and then looked back down at them and noticed that they were several shades darker than usual. 

At least that was a little fun, I've slammed into a fence once like that before and it was when me and my dad were playing catch in the back and I was running paying attention to the ball when I slammed into something and lost consciousness. Later he told me that I had hit the border fence and flipped over it breaking my arm and fracturing a rib, and he laughed saying that I had caught the ball as well. I spent months in that hospital with him coming in every afternoon to watch a movie and accidentally fall asleep, and eventually he had to bring his alarm to get him up in the morning for work. 

I shook my head clearing my mind of the things that were unimportant at the moment, but I was still worried about my skin being darker than normal. I saw that the yard I had slammed into was yellow and dead and there was no one in it and that confused me, shouldn't people be excited and celebrating if they found and got rid of this zombie disease. I heard a thumping in my ears and I just passed it as a side effect from my daze and I took off my dads rifle and went inside, and when I saw that the house was silent and empty I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror before falling backwards with a yell of shock and into the bathtub dropping my rifle in the process. I got out of the tub and grabbed my rifle before putting it on my back again and slowly standing to look in the mirror again. 

I couldn't believe my eyes, quite literally too. My hair had changed from light blond to black, my eyes had changed from brown pupils with black iris' to completely black with no white showing at all. My skin was now a pale, ghostly white with black veins branching out underneath my skin. I gasped and I saw a flash of white, and I opened my mouth thinking my teeth were the same, and for the most part they were, except for the fangs that were too long to be normal.  

I looked at my hands and saw my nails had turned black and were growing to a point and I guessed that my other nails had fallen off, but when I didn't feel the pain if or when they came off, and then I remembered that my dad had gone to Arizona, I'd gotten bitten, and I passed out, but for how long. I quickly looked around the house for anything electronic that would tell me the date and I saw a couple phones that didn't work, a computer that was crushed in like it was used to hit something repeatedly, the TV nor radio or stereo worked and then I saw an old satellite phone, and I was confused why would a satellite phone be doing in here on the floor surrounded in a sticky red substance. 

What was stranger is that as I bent down to pick up the phone I smelled something so fantastic that I bit my lip and my own blood tasted good...I snapped out and spat out letting a black blob fly to the floor and I touched my lips and looked at my fingers and saw that my blood wasn't red anymore, but black, Black like how is that possible. 

The beating sound in my ears got louder and it seemed to have moved from the left side of the house to behind me on the right side of the house and I looked back and saw nothing there. I slowly, quietly followed the sound and saw a crowd of people running towards something and I waved it as normal, but the whole neighborhood seemed to be running after something. I turned from the window and opened the front door just in time to hear a scream and the rumbling of something big and I saw the hood of a truck come around the corner and then there was flashes of light as the top of the truck lit up with gunfire in a constant stream. 

I realized there was a mini-gun on the top of the truck and they were killing all of the people running, and I quickly ran across the street to the nearest tree and the shooting stopped. I looked around the tree and saw all of the people on the ground and I ran jumping over a fence to another tree, and the ground shot up around the tree and it separated and splintered as bullets tore it apart, and then the firing stopped and I peeked around the tree to see several guns firing in my direction and I was confused why would they be firing at me. 

I sank down and crawled hidden along the bushes to another tree in someone's backyard, and then I jumped on the fence and climbed to the roof before getting my rifle out, checking the ammo, and crawling up the fence to see a truck full of three men with guns, all rifles of a sort, two women with rifles as well and another in the back crying with nothing but a knife that she was holding, the one mounted to the mini-gun, and the driver and the passenger with pistols out and they all were aimed at the tree. 

I watched them some more and then I recognized a couple of them, the guy operating the mini-gun was who they called Hobbs, but he wasn't The Rock and that was a little confusing for me. Then the driver was the other guy, and the two women in the back with the guns were the ones with the men and they all were in my house last time I saw them. I guessed the new people were ones they 'rescued' or something. 

The two women got off the back and the driver got out and joined them as they advanced on the tree, and I crawled down and out of sight before going over to the thick stone chimney and hiding behind it and I brought the gun to my face, angled it correctly as my dad taught me, I was still wondering why he hadn't come home yet, and I lined the sights on the tire but I didn't shoot yet as I watched them go around the tree only to put their guns down and look at the ground and then one of them seemed to see something and they followed the trail I left whispering to each-other every now and then, and they stopped at the fence looked around and I quickly scrambled and jumped over the edge before they saw me and then I quietly opened the house's back-door and went inside. 

Then something thumped on the roof and I closed and locked the door behind me before going over to the front of the house and aimed through the front window at the back right tire of the truck and lining it up to catch the second as well and render them both useless, and I bet that they didn't have a second spare with them. Then I saw something move to my left on the couch and I looked over slowly and saw someone stirring on the couch, and then they opened their eyes and I quickly scrambled to get away from them and they shot off from the couch and tackled me to the ground making my rifle clatter on the floor and I felt his nails digging into my shirt trying to reach flesh and they snapped at my face wildly and I put my foot under him and kicked him off of me and I went for my gun.

I felt something jump on top of me again and I knocked it off and into the window, and I realized that if they hadn't heard this then they would definitely hear my gun. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bone-cleaver, and I went back to the crazy man as he started to get up again growling like an animal and I swiped across his neck and lopped his head off spraying blood everywhere, and, sadly, on me as well. The body went limp and the sound ceased from both the head and the body as they fell to the floor with two loud thumps. 

Again the fact that the house actually had this big knife was another surprise, and the fact that I could swing it and take of the zombie's head with one stroke and still be going having to stop myself from running through the wall as well. I saw a large shadow appear in the window and then two more before fading away and I peeked out and saw that they had jumped from the roof and were heading to the truck again and I quickly went back to the kitchen and grabbed a large baking sheet and then I taped it to my arm using duct tape and then I heard the truck speed off and I decided that I couldn't take anymore chances.

I worked the rest of the day finding things that weren't too loud so I could split other baking pans apart to put on my arms and I had taken off the first one and strapped it to my chest and then I did the front and back of my legs, the back of my arms, my chest and back, and I made a silencer of a sort for my hunting rifle and tried to find something for my head but couldn't and so I just left it alone not wanting to make anymore noise than I had already. I checked all the rooms, and then shut and locked all the doors barring them shut as I went to the office of the mans house and did the same thing there; barring the windows and doors as well as trying to sleep, but it was hard. Mainly because my mind was still awake, my body wasn't tired in fact both seemed to be more alive at night than at day and I gave up after an hour and decided to head out and track those people.