Lacey Cole's Story

Lacey stared at the tombstone in front of her, releasing a breath that she wasn't aware she had been holding in. She was staring at the tombstone that her dead parents shared. She reached out and traced the engraving with her finger. Robert and Elizabeth Cole That was as far as she could get, for a loud moan behind her caught her attention. Startled, she spun around quickly, and what she saw was something that certainly wasn't human.
Of course, it looked sort of human. If you ignored the rotting flesh, blood stained clothes, and moaning, sure, this thing could be your Uncle Jack. But usually your Uncle Jack doesn't lunge at you, trying to kill you. So when this... thing did, it scared the hell out of her. She quickly lunged to the side, causing her to fall to the ground. She now lay on her back, and that thing was approaching too fast for her liking. Frantically looking for some form of weapon, she found a chunk of tombstone that must have fallen off over the years. She quickly picked it up and threw it at the thing, which connected with it's head with a deafening crack.
Lacey simply lay there for a couple of minutes, staring at the sky. She was dreaming. Had to be. But the stinging sensation she was getting from her arm was telling her it wasn't a dream. Wait... What was that pain, anyway? She propped herself up on her other arm, and looked at the long scratch down her arm. At first, she started to freak out because she thought that thing had touched her. But really, it was just the corner of a nearby tombstone had scraped along her arm. Calming down a little, she stood up, dusting the dirt off her jeans.
That security didn't last long. The moans started up again, which caused her to run, pushing open the gate as quickly as she could before dashing off again. She passed many of the creatures, pushing them out of her way as she went along. A lot of them got close to biting her, but she managed to get out of the way of their jaws in enough time.
Lacey got to her home in about three minutes, which was record time for her. She burst through the front door, where she met a scene worse then when she was at the graveyard. A horde of those monsters were gathered around something on the floor, and from what she could see, they were eating something. Wait, was that... No. No!
"Sammie? Sammie, no!" Lacey cried out, using all her will power to not collapse on the ground. The things didn't notice her, obviously too concerned with their meal. Her little brother... Choking out a silent sob, she scooted along the wall until she got to the door that lead to her garage. She pushed the door open, and shut it quickly behind her, drawing the lock.
Quickly, she grabbed the keys off a hook on the wall, and just before she turned around to drive away from this house forever, her eyes lay on the hunting knife. It used to be her dad's, from about ten years ago. At the last second, she grabbed it, shoving it in her pocket and quickly getting into the car. She pressed the button that opened the garage door, and quickly sped out of the driveway, trying not to think about how many of those things she had ran over in the meantime.
Nearly ten minutes had passed, and now she had her car parked in the middle of a abandoned street. She had gotten all the way to the city, which seemed rather deserted, before she stopped. Now she was trying to think what she should do next. Stay in her car, or wander about? Scanning her surroundings once again, she finally decided it would be better to stay moving then wait for her death to come. But just before she left, she drove her car off to a secluded area, where she could find it later. Then, she started to rummage in the glove boxes. All she found was a lighter, so she shoved that in her pocket and left her car.
"Here goes nothing..." Lacey mumbled, slamming the car door behind her and starting her journey to... Well, wherever the hell this messed up world took her.