2034. The year the world turned dead.

It all happened so fast.

I couldn’t even process it. Nobody could. Because they were already bitten and turned before they could.

The fuckin’ zombie apocalypse. A thing I only thought I’d see in some cheesy ass horror movie. But some fucking idiot had to make a virus that took over dead brain cells.

And now here we are—no—here I am.

Matt was the first to go… he got turned even before it became an international crisis. I haven’t seen him since.

Nick… he stuck around for a while, but one day he was just too slow…

I’m the only one left in this hell hole. I’ve never had to live without my best friends for this long before. But now I have no choice.

I’m apart of this resistance camp, where I’m second in command since I know how to fight. We have completely secured it. There are no windows, all the doors are made of very strong and thick metal, and we get food shipments flown here every month by a military helicopter. We have scientists who examine the zombies’ brains, working horrific hours just to try and find a cure, which feels further and further away the more the days trudge on.

One night, two of our seekers—people who go out to find supplies, corpses for the scientists, or other humans—come back with a girl. She looked exhausted and traumatized, just like everyone else here.

I watched as they brought her over to the medical wing to be checked out. As I always do with new arrivals, I approach her and try to put her at ease.

“Excuse me?,” I start with a soft voice, watching as she glances up at me, her face dirty and drained.

“My name is Chris, and I promise you will be safe here. Nothing can get in or out unless we let it.” I finish, watching as her body slightly relaxes—though I couldn’t tell if it was from relief, exhaustion, or, probably, both.

I watch as they clean up her face and tend to a couple wounds, studying her curiously. Even though I’m strong—that doesn’t mean it doesn’t kill me everyday to see everyone so lifeless.