Head pounding I stare at my computer screen trying to find something to do. I could find another book to read now that i've finished with my last one, but I’m not in the mood. Right now I feel like nothing could entertain me, I want to jump into another world but my head hurts to much to read, my brows are furrowed for no reason increasing the pain but I can't seem to let them rest. I look out my window to see the pitch black sky and powerful rain, the only reason in which im able to see caused by the rapidly striking lightning all around the city.

I live in New York city and we usually don’t see storms like this. I vaguely remember that large cities create their own unique environment because the skyscrapers block out most harsh storms. However tonight it seems nothing is in the way of the sky’s wrath, repeatedly the sky is lit up by lightning letting me see the greenish storm clouds. I feel bad for the poor homeless assholes out on the street tonight, in fact I was just talking to one the other day, he said his name was Lee Jones. Asked for a small meal which I obliged, no reason not to, and then he went on to rant about some dick that was fucking with him the day before last.

“Some people man, I just can’t understand. What kind of an individual would be driven to make me feel shame, what does it do for him? Does he get some kind of sick pleasure from it! Man people these days…..I’m not ashamed! I’ve been put into this spot by the workings of society! I have tried to get help from 7 different organizations! But you know what!?! Everyone of them turned me down man….” Lee Jones exclaimed.

He was having a bad day, I wish I could tell him he’s been a source of happiness for me the past 24 hours. I keep thinking of that dude now and get slightly worried, he said he was turned down and so he wasn't going to try and get in touch with any other organizations. Does that mean he’s out there alone right now?

I don’t know, but I’m glad I’m where i'm at right now, high up in some lavish apartment building with the free time to be bored. Which brings be back to my current reality of trying to figure out wtf to do with my life.

I look back to my computer screen and see the compilation of mesmerizing digital art I was looking at, wishing I could travel to all those different worlds, you know what I’m talking about. Dark fantasy worlds with the grime of crime in every corner, bright magical green worlds with roaming animals to dwarf the dinosaurs, or the more abstract of intergalactic politics. I just wish that I knew there was something after this life, it would drive me to live, to experience the life I avoid now.

That’s wrong, as I look into it deeper, it’s the need for change, I need something to happen, some kind of event to bring perspective into my life, and more than that. I need entertainment, I want to see myself being pushed again. To get rid of this comfort/noncomfort zone crap. I want to be to busy to think about how I’m feeling in that regard.

Finishing my thoughts I rebound from my raised position and slouch back into my computer chair. Looking at the odd white light emitted from the monitor onto the wall, giving off a feeling of surreal detachment from my body. Combined with the stormy night I quite like it. A perfect seen to fall asleep to in this lonely abode of mine.

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The following day I wake up groggily with a piercing headache just as last night, if not worse. Getting up and stretching followed by a quick chug of water leaves me looking out my back window in awe. Chaos. All I see is chaos, cars slamming into one another, soldiers shooting their own people. I hurriedly retrieved my binoculars to get a better look only to be left even more befuddled. Those presumed people the soldiers are shooting at have no average human conduct. They thrash their limbs in wasted ways for no apparent reason, all the while darting at whatever relatively normal human they spot. The only conclusion available in my mind is that comparing them to some kind of zombie movie type creature, but these are just not the same. They move in ways that aren't just to get food, it's like they take pleasure in their creepy movements, the way they change their expressions and lick themselves, what. The. fuck.

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I am so completely fucking screwed…...I’m in a fucking high towering apartment surrounded by an infection of FUCKING ZOMBIES, all the while without any long range weaponry and not a chance of being rescued. I can’t come to any complete conclusions however, like I said i'm only able to see a small area, there could be soldiers holding their own at the very least…..I hope so, because right now those things are fucking destroying the soldiers. The zombies are in hordes and the soldiers don’t have the firepower to hold them back…..and aren't going to last long.

I stop staring out my window and try the tv. I’m greeted with a broadcast telling me to stay indoors along with an infection estimate of the common cold that somehow spread across the globe in the past few weeks. Flipping through different channels brings nothing new. I think that for so many people to be infected that the tv is simply broadcasting a message, it must have happened almost instantly. It couldn't have been the normal way of spread in most movies where the zombies have to bite someone to pass it on, I mean if that was so the military would have been fine, they could just nuke the concentrations of infection if it got really bad.

This doesn't make any sense though, how did it spread this fast, it’s been only a single fucking night…...unless...that common cold somehow had something to do with it. The majority of people were infected by it, no medicine worked for it and it seemed like no matter where you were you would be vulnerable. It could be possible that it included a delayed later stage that would bring about FUCKING ZOMBIES. Who knows though, and what about people that weren't changed into zombies. I had the cold for a whole month, the longest I have heard someone had it, I wouldn't be surprised if I was the first fucking victim. A week went by before it rapidly spread across the globe and I heard about it on the news.

But why am I not one of those scary fucking horror shows outside, I still have a painful fucking headache but besides that it’s all gone from my system I think, will I turn into one of those things to? What about everyone else? I suppose they're like me in that they have not entered the later stages of this nightmare.

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It’s been a few hours now and I just got done gathering water and food supplies together, should last me at most three days. I eat A LOT. No way am I going to starve through this thing, I got a headache already and being hungry on top of it leaves life worthless to me. I’m not fat though, I work out everyday and I go to muay thai and krav maga classes most days of the week. This is the only time I get out really and it makes me feel better being able to let off steam. besides that I order my groceries online a couple days before I run out so I don’t have much saved up. In conclusion...I’m fucked.

So i’ve decided to check out my neighbors, I know that they are most likely infected but I am going to need food, and it's better to search for it in these dangerous conditions when fed and strong, waiting would be detrimental to my chances of survival. And so I quickly grab a cold steel bowie knife that I ordered online for some stupid price and proceed towards my door. I wish i had some kind of hazmat suit but I’m already infected so I hope I can’t get more infected right?

Opening my door slowly I try not to make much noise but I’m met with a horrible fucking stench, quickly covering my nose I look around to find an old infected couple dead out front my door….when did this fucking happen! They just lay here dead 10 feet away from where I slept!?! Crazy world out there I tell ya.

I guess the late phase of the infection was too much for them and they just died instead, at least they had each other at their time of death, though looking at the placement of their bodies it looks like it was pretty fucking unpleasant.

Glancing back up and around the hallway I don’t see anyone else, I make a on the spot decision and check the couple’s bodies for an apartment card or keys, on either of which is their apartment number. After finding a set of keys and seeing it not to far from mine I slowly head over there instead of attempting to open one of the places here with the potential of undead, I’m gambling that the old couple lived alone.

As I thought the place was vacant and besides the tedious trip here everything is good. I have a bunch of food now, the old couple luckily didn’t like frequent food troops I imagine and stocked up for a few weeks in advance. With this ensurance of food I think I will just chill here, they have a computer with some cool old movies and I have food for awhile so yeah….I’ll stay safe right here.