Day 00
"The bleak sky cut into everyone's hope that day. News reports began coming in of corpses rising to their feet and attacking the living. A fucking real life zombie movie. It spread like wild fire, nobody could contain it, not even the military. The government was fucked, we were fucked, everyone was fucked.
"Just like when JFK was shot or when 9/11 happened the memory of that day will be burned into the minds of those who survived. I remeber exactly where I was; Eating a doughnut and listening to the radio in the morgue where I work... correction, where I used to work. Then came the news bulletin. Thank God the dead guys in that room didn't get on their feet. I guess whatever turns them had reached them yet. It was only until I walked onto the street did I get my first glimpse of a corpse walking. Fuck. How did it spread so fast? Terrorists? The Government? God??
"I don't know.
"All I know is I remember where I was, everyone remembers, and I wish I could forget. Well, answer the question for me. Where were you when the dead first started walking?"
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You either possess a high degree of imagination or you are in deep trouble.I hope it is imagination.
I was sitting in the office behind my classroom, grading some papers from 2nd period biology and the juniors' chem class. I was pleased that they were doing well, but I don't suppose their good grades are going to help them much now...
I heard what sounded like the sqeeking of rats, but choked off and garbled. I peered through the office window and saw rats crawling all around the classrom, over the lab tables. Their innards were trailing after them, coating the room in filth, and many of them were flayed almost completely.
2nd period had had a dissection lab that day.
This is the first time somebody has asked me that. Funny that I'm trying to remember now, after passing countless days trying to fucking forget.
If I told you I remembered where I was, I would be lying. I dont remember a goddamn thing from that night, 'cept the the rising plumes of black smoke and the faint sensation of my arm being chewed off.
I don't know how I came to be in that place, but I do recall where I went after I regained consciousness. I remember thinking at the time, having a dog with its insides hanging out scarfing down your arm was the worst thing in the world. I was wrong.
It wasn't long before a crimson-colored van screeched to a halt by my side. It freaked the hell outta me. I blacked out again.
Some time later, hours, weeks, years? I woke up, laying on my back, staring at a white ceiling. I couldn't move. Was I paralyzed? Strapped down to the table I was on? Who knows. I couldn't feel a damn thing in my body.
There was a repititious sound, and a pungent smell....
But I already told you what I fucking remember from the first day, and I don't want to fucking reminisce anymore, alright?
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