I sat at the top of a sky scraper, in front of me was another building that was slanted and almost tipped on it's side during an explosion, when the military had gotten involved in attempting to quarantine London. The windows of the sky scraper were made of glass, it still looked stable, the glass was reinforced. I could slide down easily if I needed to. I opened my bag and looked at an old map I picked up, it was a map of London. I reached deeper into my bag and pulled out a water bottle. I took a swig of it and put it down next to the map. I was planning a route to get home in the quickest way possible, I've scavenged a decent amount of food and water to last a few days. I looked at the map, then at the destroyed city, buildings collapsed, pavements cracked, windows covered in decaying wooden boards.
"How did this happen so quickly?" I sighed. It was a question I asked myself, day in, day out. I would sometimes lose sleep thinking about it. I remember when the city was crowded with normal people, going about their business, reasonably content with life. I took it for granted, thought that life would be more fun in a zombie apocalypse, but no, it isn't. I thought back to when the adults began to turn, when my parents began to go mental, when my mother bitten my arm. I escaped out of a bathroom window and ran to the shed. I had to use a crowbar to bash the skulls of my parents, then my neighbours arrived, but they were also infected. I bashed their skulls in too! I had a rush of energy, I could feel my blood boiling in the rage that I felt, the bloodstains on the crowbar, on my face, the blood running down my arm as the bite mark began to bruise.
My mind snapped back to the present. Just in time as well. The unmistakable sound of adults growling and loud clattering footsteps occurred below me. They were coming up the stairs.
"SHIT!" I shouted.
I quickly packed my bag again. They infected drew closer. I zipped my bag up. The infected began to pound on the door. I put the bag on my back. The door flung open and three infected began to shamble towards me. Their faces were cracked and diseased, full of boils. One of the faces were decayed, barely recognisable as a human face. I turned and made a leap for the slanted sky scraper, my arms were outstretched to grab a pipe that lead to the glass windows. I managed to catch the bottom of the pipe with one hand but I was hanging. for my life, below was a pile of jagged concrete debris, if I fell I would get torn apart by the landing. I began to tire, but I tried to force myself up the pipe. It began to rattle.
"Fuck! Please don't break, not now!" I started to climb quicker. The pipe began to lower somehow. I was almost at the ledge. The pipe weakened, it was about to snap. I had to make a jump for the top. I managed to make the jump. One of the infected tried to jump, he grabbed the pipe, but it snapped and he fell into the debris. The jagged concrete tore him in half. His intestines wrapped around part of an iron bar. I Pulled myself up, onto the ledge. I looked back at the infected, stupidly stumbling into the pit below. The next infected was way different though. He screamed in rage. He looked more healthy than the others. He looked about sixteen years old. I was covered in blood. He sprinted and made a jump towards me, He pounced on me and tried to bite me. The pounce had enough force to knock us over, we began to tumble down the glass window. I tried to force him off, but his grasp was too strong. We struggled for what seemed like forever. I landed on a cracked shard of glass, I smashed. Before I fell I threw the infected teenager into a Pipe the stuck out and he was immediately impaled. I fell through the glass, the tumbled as the floor was also slanted, but going in the opposite direction. I hit my head with crippling force as I tumbled, with that, I was unconscious.................

Kira had been sitting in a field in a park in London. She had been counting supplies, stuffing them into a bag, only to pull them out and count again. "Well, I'm screwed" She thought to herself. She had barely enough water and food too last two days.

"Mine as well go searching for food" She mumbled. As she clambered to her feet. As she was walking, she spotted a crowbar and the side of the road. As she picked it up, she heard a deep growl come from behind her. As she spun on her feet, she yelped in terror. Two infected's were making there way torwards here, the distance between them gradually growing smaller.

"Shit!" She cursed, and started to swing to crowbar. "What next?". The two bodies finally reached her, and were reaching out torward her. Kira had minimal fighting experience, so she just kept swinging the crowbar blindly. Miraculously, she hit one in the head, and it dropped to her feet. She was finally able to get a good look at one of them, since all of her attention was on one now. She gasped at what she saw. Decaying skin, inhards dangling out of it's stomach, lifeless eyes. She began to swing harder, hoping to get the image out of her head. This one was stronger than the last though, obviously a newer infected, and didn't go down without a fight.

"Damnit! Die already!" She yelled at it. With one final blow to the head, it's skull caving in with the weight of the crowbar, the infected went down. Tears began to leak out of Kira's eyes, but it wasn't long before she heard a distressed yell, and began to run torwards it. "There are others!" She thought excitedly.

When she reached her destination from where she thought she heard the yell, she was greeted with the sight on an unconcious boy, roughly the same age as her, with his head bleeding. She scrambled torwards him, kneeling at his head. She slowly picked up a hand, checking for a pulse. As soon as she felt one, excitment flowed through her. "I'm not alone!" She though. She searched though her bag for her first aid kit.

'Don't worry. I'm going to patch you up" She said to the boy, knowing he couldn't hear her. When she was finished wrapping his head in a bandage, she laid him down flat, using her backpack as a pillow for him. "I'm not alone" She thought again, and smiled, leaning back, and waiting for the boy to wake.

My mother was on the couch asleep, her fever was high. I wish I knew what was wrong with her. Dad was out at the store, buying some milk and smokes. He had a bad cough, but he assumed he just has lung cancer. I went over to the fridge to get something to drink, and opena can of mountain due. When I look over at the couch, mom was not there any more. "Mom? Mom!" No answer. I scan around for my mom, nothing. I hear a snarling and then I look at the door, mom was trying to bust out. She was way different, she had blood and puss coming out of her mouth, and she was walking with a limp, a big one. "Mom?" I ask, and she turns around, and jumps at me. I do not know what to do! I punched her in the stomach, but that did nothing to her, she kept on me, still trying to kill me. I reach over for the knife, and stab her in the neck.
This was not good, my mom is dead, and who knows what it is like out there. I run up stairs and grab my suit case and fill it with clothes and my dads Glock 17. I assumed it was loaded and stuff it in my suit case. I have seen enough of these kind of movies to know what is happening. I dile 911, my phone line is dead. "What the hell?" I let out, then I see people in the yard, snarling, looking at me with puss coming from their mouths.

"Great, just great," was what I said when I walked into the living room, it was deserted. My parents said we were gonna have barbeque today, so I went to the backyard. That's when I heard snarling sounds coming from the backyard. I peeked through the peekhole on the backyard door, I almost fainted. They had turn into something I don't even know, I ran upstairs and took my dad's army knife, a flashlight, my mobile phone and some batteries, I put them all into my bag, took my black jacket and ran out of the house.That's when the neighbour pounced on me, I fell to the ground and he bit my shoulder. "Ouch!" I screamed out in pain, I hit the neighbour repeatedly with my baseball bat. Then, I heard a crack and he fell to the ground. Quickly, I continued towards the school with a large horde of them chasing me. "Bloody hell" I cursed.

I could not decide what to do, there were people out there, stairing up at me, groweling. So i run to the from door, and a hand came through it.. I peek through the hole, and about five more were at the front. "Oh shit." I grabbed a bunch of knives and ran back upstairs, and tossed the knives back into my bag, and shouldered it. The room ontop of the front door had a balcony over top, and I kicked in the door and ran to the balcony, I looked down, the five things did not see me, so I tossed my bag into the yard, catching their attention. they ran to it, looking at it. I placed one hand on the balconey, and pulled myself over and landing onto one of them. They were suprissed, and I grabbed my bag, saw my bike. I mounted my bike, and rode off. Where is a safe place? The church? No, in Resident Evil, it was not safe. The school? gotta be safer. I started off the the school, seeing chaos on my way.

I sat in my house I had locked the door after tricking my family out"well if I die I won't have to deal with them but if this happened to all the adults then."I had thought about it for a while before yelling"let's go looting." then I realized I was alone that was what I always said whenever something bad happened I thought it was funny well my dad was useful for something well time to walk on my normal route to church"god save me."I thought out loud.

I rode past police cars, as they also past me. I know why they are rushing down the street. As they pass by, I hear them stopping and getting out. I here gun shots, and screaming. doors slamming shut. This could possible be our final day. As I reach the door, i drop the bike, still holding my bag. I run into the school doors, and look around. "hello?" I shout.

I finally lost the blood-thirsty beasts as I reached the school. I was going to enter through the front door when I started having a terrible headache. "Argh!" I shouted, the pain was unbearable. Maybe I was going to die, just after that, my mind went blank and I blacked out.

I eventually awoke, but I was lying on a dirty old hospital bed. The smell was as if somebody took a piss in a rotten pint of Guinness.
"Ugh. What the fuck happened?" I croaked weakly, looking around me, trying to figure out how I got here and remember what happened, why did my head hurt? Why is there bandages on my arms, around my waist and around my head? Had I been attacked? Did I fall? I looked on a bedside table, spotted a not on a dirty, crumple piece of paper. It read: 'You don't know me, but I know you, but be lucky I found you before them. They want you dead!'
"Huh? who wants me dead? those zombies?" I was puzzled. Did he mean zombies?

I reached the church safely by using back roads and not shooting but when I got there I saw a mob of those things and said"crappy idea."they hadn't seen me so I decided to head to the police station but when I turned away I heard one shriek and when I looked back they had spotted me I yelled"oh shit!"and started to run toward the nearest house I barely got in before those things and slammed the door two of them had made it so I shot them both in the head and ran to the second floor and found a open door.

Kira heard the sound of a bed creaking, and figured the boy had woken up. She shuffled up to the door of the room where she had laid the boy, careful not to scare him. As she looked around the bend, she saw that the boy was looking at the note she left. She chuckled and walked into the room. She smiled as she inched forward, attempting not to shock the boy.

"Hello" She said. "I'm Kira, and you must be wondering where you are." She took one final step torwards the boy before pulling up a chair and sitting next to the bed.

"Sorry I couldn't get you better bedding, it was the best I could find." She apologized to the boy.

Alice brushed her fire red hair and gripped her pointed broom stick, and walked up to the font doors. "Who's there?" She asked, thinking it was an Ugly. She then noticed it was a boy around her age, and grabbed him by the shoulder. "You armed?" She asked, her thick accent blairing.
Phil walked into the room with kira and the boy she found. "Is he awake yet?" He asked, seeing him with his eyes open. He had jst got back from looking for abandoned houses.

Kira spun round as a man walked into the room.

"I...I...Uhmm...." She stuttered out. She chuckled and breathed deeply.

"God" She began. "You scared the shit out of me. And yes, I think he's awake" She extended her hand torwards the the man. "I'm Kira, this is a random guy I found on the street, and I would personally like to welcome you to hell" She greeted, giggling under her breath.

Phil shook her hand, firg but not itimidating. "And I am liking hell so far. Becides this cough I have." Phil laughed, but followed by a cold chest cough.

Kira brought her hand back, and began twitching her fingers, as though she was playing the piano. Her face went from one of happiness and laughter, to one of stone. Her eyes went wide and her body froze.

"D...Did you get bit?" She slowly whispered. She took a step back, and grabbed the nearist thing that would fit in her hand, her small pocket knife. She held her hand out in front of her, eyes growing even wider.

"I can't have you in here if you did..." She started. "I would have to...." She cut off, remembering the events from earlier in the day. The pocket knife fell from her hand as she dropped to her knees. She put her head in her hands.

"H...How could I have done that?" She questioned herself. "I...I killed someone! But...no...it wasn't a person. It couldn't have been. It wasn't alive...."

I looked around and discovered I was trapped but I knew with a little creativity my dad's lighter and rubber bands and my mom's hairspray I could get out i put the rubber bands on the top of my mom's hair spray and lit the lighter and started burning the hairspray that was coming out I dropped it on the mob from the second floor and it lit one on fire then hit the floor I ducked and yelled"Chinese new year jerks!"then my home made grenade exploded they were spread out now and on fire I ran downstairs and said"pardon me comin through."shoving them out of the way I walked up to the church and opened the front door.I found out nobody was alive in there but there were supplies a lot of supplies I said"well worth the bar-b-q out side and locked the door.

I was lost in the hospital, I was looking for a map, maybe I could figure out a way to the exit. There were trails of blood leading to dark rooms, most of the blood was a dark red, it was dried. My head was hurting and I still wondered who wanted me dead. There were footsteps below me.
"Check upstairs! He's gotta be here somewhere!" I heard a young voice say, he sounded like he was sixteen years old, but it was highly unlikely. I heard footsteps trampling up the stairway I walked past. I quickly but quietly hid behind a doorway, observing the people who were now roaming the hospital. I presumed they were looking for me.
"Who is this guy anyway?" One boy asked. He had a deep African accent.
"I think they call him Husky." Another one replied, this boy had a younger African voice and accent. Now I knew that these were the people the guy in the note was talking about. It sounded like there was a gang onto me. But why, why do they want me dead? I don't even know these people! I could think about it later, but at the moment, I had to get away from them. I accidentally knocked an I.V stand over, the clatter could be heard all over this floor.
"What was that?" The older African gasped. He came closer. I pulled out a handgun from my pocket. It had four bullets. I found the gun and bullets next to a dead armed response officer about a week ago. I gripped it tightly and stepped out of my hiding place.
"DON'T FUCKING MOVE!" I roared. I had a rush of adrenalin. I felt a surge of rage and determination.
The two Africans stepped back, making the gesture that they wanted no trouble.
"WHOA! Shit! Nobody told me about no guns!" The older African exclaimed. He was taller than me. He was skinny and had dark skin He wore a Reggae vest top and baggy shorts, white with red palm trees on, it was filthy. Footsteps could be heard from below me, they began running up the stairs. Three more people arrived. One had a sawn-off shotgun, the other had a large metal bat, wrapped in razor wire.
"What's going on?!" The boy who spoke sounded sixteen years old, he looked it as well. Six and a half foot tall, black hair. He had a T-shirt and a jogging bottoms.
"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! I'LL DECORATE THE WALL WITH YOUR FUCKING BRAINS IF YOU COME CLOSER!" I boomed. The gun trembled in my hand. I tried to control my breathing.
"Look at him, his hand is shaking, he's running out of ammo!" The one with the bat laughed. He was about my height, wearing a hoody and joggers. He began to walk towards me, getting gradually faster down the corridor.
"Come on! Shoot me! COME ON! SHOOT ME! DO IT! DO IT NOW!" He screamed, trying to prove that I had no bullets. He swung the bat at me, but I jumped back, then he attacked again, but I jumped back again. This time, I was against a wall. I aimed at his chest and pulled the trigger. The shot was loud enough to burst your ear drums. The bullet hit him in the chest, with force to knock him on the floor. He gurgled as the blood bubbled from his mouth. He began to gasp, trying to breathe. I turned, began to run down a corridor, towards an outdoor balcony.
"HE GOT BILLY! FUCKING KILL HIM!" I heard the tall one scream behind me.

Phil backed away. "what? no!" He said, feeling upset that she would think he was stupid enough to get bitten by those things. "Why would I get bitten? Realy? I am old, so I know what happens if I am bitten." He said, anger growing.

Kira now sat cross-legged on the floor. She slowly raised her head torwards to man, face turning bright red.

"S-Sorry. I just..." She cut off. "You know what? Nevermind. I apologize for jumping to conclusions. Please, sit down. Tell me about yourself" She smiled and patted the ground next to her.

Phil laughed. "Don't say sorry." He said sitting down in front of her. "Well, I am a janitor from Canada, I have a doughter, but her Mom is not with me any more, and we are here because we are on vaation. And you?"

Kira's face turned a bright red. She began to twiddle her thumbs before a big smile stretched across her face.

"Sorry" She said, then laughed. "Well, I'm orginally from the states, but when I was four, we moved here. I grew up in a small apartment not far from here too. When the infection hit, my Mother and Father turned on me. I got out of there as fast as I could. Eventually I ended up in the park up the road. I heard the yells of this guy" She stopped, pointing her thumb at the man she assumed was still on the bed. "And I patched him up. And a daugher? Where is she?" She began asking the man more questions.

"Huh? How long have I been out?" I said. I tried standing up but fail. I crawled towards a car not far from me, I rested myself against the car. My head started to feel heavy. "Ugh, I'm gonna need some medical attention, fast....." I said while looking at the wound on my left shoulder. My head got heavier and I blacked out again.

"My daughter is... Well, she is out rght now. But will be back, don't you worry your pritty little head off." He said, standing up. He had dropped his shotgun about 20 minutes away from the building, but he was not worried about himself, it was about this girl.

Kira stood beside the man, stretching. She yawned.

"Hnnng. So, I figure we should go out and try to find some weapons and supplies. Or I can just go, if you want." She said. She picked up her pocket knife and slid it in her pocket for future use.

phil placed his arms down, and lifted himself up onto his feet. "I may be old, but I can do a hell of a lot." He looked under the bed type thing, and picked up a broom, and snapped off its head. "Can I borrow your evil knife?"