Kyle's Story

I head down the stairs, bat raised. I go to the bottom and a mangled cry comes from one around the corner. I smash it's brains out with a war cry. It has a piece of my mom's blouse between it's teeth. It must be the one who....

I start laying into it. It killed my mother and i was going to destroy it's body.

I finished and headed upstairs to change. The house was eerily silent. I put on a gray hoodie and a fresh pair of jeans and started loading two changes of clothes along with a baseball into my bag. I pack a cord of nylon rope to be safe. I head downstairs and cram some food along with a bunch of matches and lighters. I take a rag, and wipe the blood off of my aluminum bat. I go to the door and head down the sidewalk.

I run to the town in no sweat. Endurance was my specialty. AS I'm running, several dead people get in my way. i smash their heads as I run and head straight for a grocery store. I cut across the road thinking nothing of it- then I hear the car.

I stop and look at her. "Are you one of them?" I heft the bat and start walking towards her. "If not, can I catch a ride?" She has a pretty face. I run towards the car. They are closing the gap between me and her. I swung the bat back and forth using the momentum to usher me into a sprint. (going to bed 1:55 where I am)

I reach over and open the car door. "If I was one of them I wouldn't be talking, driving, or drawing attention to myself now lets get going!"

I pull the guy in the car and hit the gas as we race out of town and onto I seventy-five south bound. It's rather clear this way.

"So do you have a name slugger?"