DAY 1

I was only seventeen when it all started. I skipped school that day ..... Well, I never really liked school. It was worse than maximum security. Bully-packed, homework, annoying teachers ... the list is long and for a black kid, it was hell. I called it quits when a brick for brain bully locked me in his locker for three fucking periods. So, I began to hang out with some cool guys at the subway. I'd get dressed up and leave the house then take a side alley to the subs where I learned graffiti and spray can art from my friends, Marco,Theo and Racheal. 

They were super cool, with their tattoos and piercings and dope haircuts. They were my role models. Yeah, I said "were" cause they're zombies now. I wish I went to school that day because what happened next was scary, chaotic and unbelievable. 

 6:23 PM

I had no clue how it happened but it still gives me nightmares. I skipped down the subway stairs and began to stroll towards the gang's usual spot. Racheal and Theo were almost done with the beautiful paint job. It was Nikki Minaj's face on a dollar bill. It was incredible and so life like. "Real cool, ay mate" Theo said. "Yeah man. It's a masterpiece." I said. I admired the work of art for few more minutes then noticed. 

"By the way, where's Marco" I asked. "Probably, filling some cunt with his stickies, you know what I mean" Racheal winked at me. Marco was a profound womanizer and would chase anything with a skirt even if it was a dog. Racheal lit up a cigarette and began smoking. After a few hours, we had footsteps. They were heavy , dragged and slow. Soon, a figure appeared from the dark parts of the rails. Theo knew it was Marco so he jokingly picked up a steel pipe and walked towards Marco. "Ay! Marco , man, what keptcha too long" Theo said moving closer. Marco was just drowling like a pitbull , blood dripping as he walked. Soon, his face was fully highlighted by the overhead sub lamps. It was covered in blood, half eaten and his body and clothes scratched in a thousand places. "What the actual fuck"Theo said. "Hey Marco, you okay? Sweetie " Racheal asked. "Damn, you look like shit" I said and chuckled but the look on their foces said it wasn't funny so I had to stop. All of a sudden, like a mad bull, Marco rushed at Theo. Forcing him to the ground and tirelessly trying to bite off his face. Theo shielded his pretty face from the incoming jaws with the pipe he had been holding. I was frozen at the spot. My sight was blurry and I couldn't hear clearly. In this state of shock and disbelief, Racheal pulled me out by holding my hand tightly as we ran. 

Theo was holding his bleeding arm and was right behind us, almost crying in agonizing pain. He couldn't shut up and kept thanking Racheal for saving his ass. Racheal must have broken him free from the clutches of whatever Marco now was because Marco was no longer human. We ran outside as fast as we could. We could still hear Marco's spine tingling screeches. It wasn't any better outside. It was chaotic and scary. The stench of blood filled the air. Racheal got sick of the gnarly sights of blood and torn body parts. She retched and vomited what I guess was her lunch. "We've gotta move" she said. We managed to outrun some hungries and made our way to an apartment building. It had blood spilled and splattered everywhere. "Look out" I screamed as an infected ran at full speed towards Racheal. With lightening speed, Theo smashed the pipe into it's skull with such anger that a part of the brain was almost bulging out. It fell and was still for a few minutes. The noise of the steel pipe banging the head invited other infected and they came running at full speed. We took the fire escape stairs to the last floor. There, we found an open apartment. We rushed in and bolted the door. We built a barricade with every furniture we found. The infected kept banging on the door but soon left after a few hours. We looked at the street below us through the side windows. It was hell. Whatever Marco now was were running in group; biting, chewing and tearing flesh off bones. "What the fuck's going on" Racheal said to no one in particular. "I've got no idea but this.... this is real shit, man" Theo said. He wasn't feeling well. Pain and shock could be read on his face. The wound had stopped bleeding but was unusually swollen. He found a corner and laid down. We all soon fell asleep. 

            11:55PM