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I asked myself these questions as I stared down at the street below. I could see cars scattered and left all over the roads, looted stores and several fires. The zombies were everywhere, walking around in search of human flesh. No place in the city was safe now. As I gazed down at the madness, I wondered, "How did all this start?"

It was a quiet morning as I looked down upon the streets from my eighth floor apartment solarium. Cars were scattered everywhere, abandoned by their owners. Stores and plazas showed evidence of lootings, as many were on fire by now, windows smashed and doors kicked in. Zombies were roaming the streets, in search of living human flesh. This small apartment was my only refuge from the madness, but I knew I couldn't stay here forever. Sooner or later, as stupid and weak as they are, the living dead would somehow manage to get inside the building and make their way up here. Although generally weak, many would be able to break through doors and windows if in a group.

After getting a long whiff of the gusty wind I returned to my living room and threw myself lazily down on the couch once more. I reached and grabbed the television remote from the coffee table nearby and turned the t.v. on. I was greeted with loud and annoying static as I had been so many times before. The television worked fine before all the madness began. I frustratingly pressed the buttons and switched from channel to channel, but to no avail. I turned it off and then proceeded to throw the remote across the room, into a wall. It dropped and broke apart. It's batteries fell out.

I was just about ready to fall alseep when something caught my eye on top of the cabinet standing against the wall. I got up and walked over to it. I looked down and there was a photo of my and my brother Evan. It had been taken long ago, back when me and Evan were only about seven or eight years old. I picked it up and examined it. We were sitting on the edge of a sandbox which we used to have. I could make out a slide and swing set in the background. Looking at the photo I couldn't quite seem to figure out where it was taken. I finally came to the conclusion that it must've been at my Aunt's house, since back then we were living in a condominium.

Several years ago, I had stopped talking to my brother. He had a life, and so did I. We both went our separate ways, and haven't spoken to or seen each other since. I prayed that he wasn't in the same situation I was in right now, that he was safe. I always cared for him immensely, but never enough to bother trying to find him. Perhaps I should've.

I ran my fingers down the photo for a second before putting it down. I then walked back to my couch and layed down. Thinking about Evan and me, I slowly closed my eyes, in the hopes of falling asleep. The breeze might've been cold, but this was summer, and I needed as much of it as I could get. And so I lay there, helpless and without a care in the world. If this was my last day on earth (soon to be hell), this is exactly how I would want to spend it. It felt good. It felt very relaxing.

Suddenly a loud bang at the door interrupted my pieceful slumber and I jumped to my feet. "That's it", I thought. "They've come for me".

But how did they manage to get up here so fast? I didn't know and I didn't care. I quickly ran for the crowbar leaning up against the wall. Without thinking, I swiped it and raised it above my head. I didn't have any guns in the house because it has always been my strong belief that just because you have the right to possess a life-ending tool doesn't mean you should use it.

I slowly moved toward the door. Suddenly another loud bang occurred as I drew closer. By now my heart was pounding and my head was ready to explode. My temples felt as though they were pulsating as though something inside was trying to make its way out. Not to mention my wound, it was hurting real bad. I finally got to the door and peered through the peephole.........

It was my close friend and neighbour, Ralf! There he stood in his white undershirt, soaked with blood. "Let me in!" he whispered. "Let me in now!". And so I steadily unlocked the door and slowly opened it..............

There he stood, covered in blood, his eyes wide in shock. "For the love of god, let me come in, they're..... " he blurted out without finishing. Mid-sentence he turned his attention to the far corridor on his right. "They're everywhere, man! It's a fucking infestation!"

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