I woke up feeling rather strange and disillusioned.  My mind felt like it had been running all night, even when I was sleeping.  I gripped my head, as if it would do me any good.  I moaned slightly and picked up the remote on my nightstand.  Soon enough the T.V screen started to slowly brighten.  I yawned and stretched and yawned again, not really paying any attention to the video screen.  It was just there for comfort.  I took a shower, like any other day and washed away the stress off the night before.  I had just gone through a terrible break up with my boyfriend and I wasn’t ready to think about it. Everything was normal then.  Nothing, besides my horrible breakup, was out of it’s place.

I heard some beating trying to force it’s way through the noise I was making in the shower but didn’t believe it was anything more than the squirrels in my attack. When the monotonous cleansing of my body was finished I stepped out of my nice warm shower and into the cold air.  I quickly put on a towel and ran back into my room.  Everything seemed so normal, I didn’t think there was a problem.  The annoying drumming and beating continued but I thought nothing of it and finished getting changed.  That’s when I notice that the cartoon channel wasn’t playing cartoons.  It was playing the news.  Thinking I must have bumped the remote I changed the channel back to the cartoon channel, but the news was still showing.  I remembered the last time the T.V was like this.  It was nine eleven and every channel showed the towers being struck endlessly.  I sat down on my bed and pulled my sweater over my head and then looked at the screen again, I jumped back in surprise.

I saw a face, it was pale and empty as if there was no soul behind the eyes.  It was making it’s way to the camera with an awful grotesque countenance.  The face was covered in wet and dry blood and shortly after that the screen changed into nothing more than white noise.  What kind of sick joke was this?  I grabbed my remote and started flipping through channels, some of which weren’t even showing up.  The channels were all covered by news casters with frightened countenances and confused stories.  I stared at the T.V in disbelief.  This had to be a prank.  If this was my ex’s doing he was going to pay!  This had to be a joke.  I hurried to the T.V and pushed eject on the D.V.D but  nothing came out.  I slapped my head.  This had to be real.  I changed the channels myself.  

I wasn’t ready to believe it, though.  I wasn’t ready to be a part of this story.

That’s when the bumping noises, that I thought were just squirrels reentered my ears.  My heart began to race.  I gripped my chest and felt it beating faster and faster.  I took three deep breathes in and out.  I couldn’t let myself get scared, I couldn’t have another panic attack, not now.  I stood up an entered the hall way.  

The shattering of glass coming from downstairs made me ram my back against the wall of the hallway.  I ran back into my room and grabbed my fifty caliber.  I checked to see if the ammo was still there and sighed with relief.  I thought I would use it to protect myself against a burglar.  Not…. Not this thing.

What ever had broken into my house wasn’t going to get the best of me.  I continued down my stairs and into the living room.

All was silent.  

I checked my living room.  Shards of glass laid at the base of my entertainment center.  It was evident that someone had made it into my house because the shards were laying in my house and there was enough f a gap for someone to crawl through.  

Suddenly a hand pulled me back and I felt it’s hot breath on my neck, I smelled it horrible presence and before asking who or what I jammed my gun into it’s head.  It flew back a couple feet, allowing me time to turn and face it.  I stood watching it watch me.  It wasn’t a man though it had the appearance of one.  I couldn’t think.  My mind froze and my lips parted.

“Zombie,” I whispered.  “Your not a person you’re a Zombie!” I told myself.  I had never actually fired a gun at a moving object before. I cocked the gun and it stopped.  I backed away towards the window, making myself vulnerable.  It started to come for me once more and I pulled the trigger.  It dropped the floor like a heavy sack of potatoes.  

I observed the body.  It was a male.  It was a blond and it was young.  It, however, was anything but human.  Hot tears filled my eyes and covered my mouth with my shaking hand.  I slapped my hands on my neck to see if it had scratched me.  I couldn’t see anything that resembled a fresh wound. Was I safe?  I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone that I had left in it from the night before.  I called him.  I called my ex-boyfriend to see if he was okay.  I know it was crazy, I thought I hated him, but it was my only hope.  No one answered.  

I hurried back up into my room, taking a trash bag full of food with me.  My room was connected to a bathroom, I simply moved my tall dresser in front of the door so that nothing could get in.  I had access to the window, but thankfully, nothing could have access to it.  I was safe, or so I thought.  

I continued to search the T.V channels, but one by one they all started to die away.  Never feeling as terrible in my life I looked at my gun.  I threw it across the room and told myself not to do it.  I couldn’t believe all the horrible things that were running through my head.  

Three days went by and no help was coming.  The water had stopped running.  The electricity was out.  I could hear screaming and groaning in my own house.  I could barely sleep because I was afraid that a chance for rescue might pass me up.  I was so weak to myself.  

I suspected that it was noon on a Sunday but I wasn’t totally sure at the moment.  I found myself in thirst and hunger.  There was a horrible stench filling the air from the dead thing in the floor below me.  I lost all hope and all courage.  I was nothing more than a coward.

If I would have known that only an hour later there would have been a rescue team to search my house and break down my door to find me… if I would have known that the nations of Earth would recover so quickly from this zombie infestation….if I would have known that I could have lived a long and healthy life….

I wouldn’t have shot myself.