Day One.

It is the first day of the end of the world. The beginning of our glorious end. How do you feel? Who do you miss? My answers to those questions are nothing, and everyone. My mom didn't get turned, she just got eaten. Not enough left of her to be reanimated. My dad shot himself before he could get bitten. And that just leaves me. I've been driving since yesterday morning, into the country. My family has an old cottage that is far enough away from cities that the zombies won't follow me, or venture out. Zombies. What a fucking stupid word. Sounds like I'm writing a sci-fi novel, and I'm thirty-five living in my parent's basement.  But in reality, I'm seventeen, I've never liked science fiction, and there are fucking zombies taking over the world. I'm running low on gasoline, so if the van quits, I'll have to walk. After dad died, I took our minivan, all of the food, and the gun dad used to kill himself, and started driving. I had to take it from his hands. I wasn't willing to chance it without a gun, and the zombies were closing in. Luckily, they hadn't made it as far as our house yet. Mom was killed at the supermarket, of all places. That's just where she was when the outbreak hit our town. Dad heard about it from a neighbour who'd seen it. So now I'm alone, in a dying world. Hopefully I'll be around tomorrow.