I am lucky.

The basement of the house is like a treasure. It isn’t big, whole room have about 25 square meters but it looks much smaller because is full of shelfs and card boxes. There are no windows and only source of light is my flashlight. Shelfs are filled with bottles and  glass jars, I am curious what's inside, so I open one of them. It seems that, three years is a little to much for homemade jam to stay tasty. I was expecting that everything in jars won’t be edible, but it was always worth a try.

I take another look at bottles, I am not an expert but I am pretty sure that I will find some homemade wine inside. Unfortunately, this is not the best time to get little drunk. Cardboard boxes are another disappointment, all of them are full of old clothes, nothing useful.

When I was checking this whole junk, my eyes has already found the main prize, moreover there is even some bonus to it. In corner of the basement is big armored locker, similar to the one I saw in police station but the main difference is that the one here is open. I guess my host didn’t bother to lock it, I am not surprised, he was about to take his and his wife's life.

The locker is full of guns. There are few types of pistols, hunting rifles, assault rifles and shotguns. I shouldn’t be so much surprised, everything was described in police files but view of such an arsenal makes me hearth race. Oh fuck me, once again I am acting like an idiot. It's not time for this.

It takes me about one hour to bring all weapons and ammunition upstairs. Ah, remember when I told about bonus? Yeah, there was one, on the lowest part of one shelfs I found few tin cans with some beans soup. Date on them is expired but I don’t mind, I am sure that they will be alright. Like they said, for the war times only beans and bullets. Or maybe they were saying something different? Never mind.

The sun outside is almost hidden behind horizon and I am ready to make some decisions. In front of me, there is big dinning table with many guns on top of it. I need to choose which one of them I will take with me. Firstly I take two pistols, some Glock and Sig Sauer both chambered in 9mm. One of them will be hidden inside my backpack. Next decision is though, I have to choose from picking an AK or some hunting rifle. Both of them are heavy and loud. You know what? Fuck AK, I will take hunting rifle, it got nice scope on it and I found almost 40 bullets for it. I am pretty sure that I will be able to hunt some tasty meat with it.

When I am done with packing, my backpack is much heavier. It's now full of ammo and tin cans. In addition there are my pickaxe and hunting rifle attached to both sides. On the top of it is my sleeping bag. When I look through the window it's almost completely dark outside, it's not surprising, it was cloudy day, so neither stars or moon lightens the night. It's not the best idea to travel in darkness, zombie can’t see you but you can't see them either, so I will spend night in the house. To be honest, even if it was full moon and the sky was clear, I would stay in house. Why? Simple, the bed in guest room looks just to comfortable.

I guess, I must explain to you, how it was possible to find such a place like this house. I know what are you thinking, it was three years. Even if there were zombies around someone should find it before me. I admit I am lucky, but you don’t understand that zombie apocalypse isn’t as simple as it seems to be. First at all, I have to tell you, how it all started.

It's bullshit, that all of zombies became like that because they were bitten by another zombie. Think about it, how long would it take for 8 billion people to get turned? Definitely too long, our governments and armies are not so useless like in the movies. Finally someone would find the way to protect people from zombies. The way that people get turned in to that creatures is much more simpler. The just get sick.

Yeah, just like that. Whole population of world became ill. At the beginning nobody cared much about it, symptoms were similar to the normal flue. But after 48 hours everyone got massive fever. It was already time when people noticed that something is wrong, but it was to late to do anything. Whole world was paralyzed by millions of people fighting with fever.  After another 48 hours people started to die. Their hearths were just stopping. One by one people were dying, in their houses, in hospital's, on the streets, everywhere.

You can ask why I and other survivors are here? Another simple answer, we didn’t get sick. Just like that. It was terrible, the worst nightmare, something that nobody could expect. I was there with my family, I was trying to help them, to take care of them but I could do nothing, just being there healthy, watching them die. There was no electricity, no tv, no internet, no radio, nobody was telling us what to do.

 And once again, I was lucky. I was digging graves for my parents in the garden behind my house when I heard some noise, inside the building. My parents were already dead, so I thought that someone broke in to steal something. Armed with shovel, I opened front doors and yelled if anybody was there. For second it was only silence but short after I heard heavy steps on the floor. I almost fainted when I saw my father in the hallway, I was about to cry from happiness, when I noticed that there is something wrong with him. He was pale, his eyes were like covered with fog and his movements were little weird. When he rushed in my direction I already knew that, this creature in front of me is not my father. He was first zombie I have killed. Second one was my mother.

For the next three years I met with a lot of different people, they were just like me, lone when everybody around were dying. Sometimes I think that it would be better if I died that time, at least I wouldn’t be involved in such a shitty situations like this.

Right now I am hiding on the roof of some factory on the outskirts of a city. It's hard for me to catch breath and world around me is pulsating in the rhythm of my hearth powered by huge amount of adrenaline. I wouldn't even noticed that I am shot in my left arm but there is quite a lot of blood on my shirt and jacket. I wouldn't even noticed that I was hurt, I feel no pain, it must be a shock.

Unfortunately wound on my arm isn’t my only problem, somewhere on the ground level of factory are two more survivors and they are definitely not friendly. Not after I shoot three of their comrades. And of course there are probably all zombies in the city going this way, but there are more important matters right now.

You may ask, what the hell happened? Last night I was sleeping in nice bed and now everything seems fucked up. I guess we can call it karma.

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After I left a house I was ready to leave city, so I headed out south, to the industrial district. I thought that it will be lower chance to meet some zombies, and I was right. There were only few of them, nothing serious. I was almost out of a city when I saw a group of people few hundred meters in front of me. Unfortunately the moment when I saw them was the moment when they notice me.

I don’t know why, maybe nigh in normal bed made me little rebellious, but instead of putting my hands in the air and peacefully waiting for them to come near, I just run. I hide myself in one of factories located nearby and got.my rifle ready.

I would be much easier to surrender but I was already tired of giving away my stuff. I don’t know what they were thinking, maybe they didn’t saw my guns? Or maybe they thought that I won't dare to shoot in the city. They were just causally heading to the factory, where I was hidden. Well, when one of them has fallen on the ground with his brain out, I officially declared that I am not afraid and they are not welcome.

I couldn’t believe how helpless they were. I managed to kill another one, when they finally found themselves cover. If I only had better position I could kill them all but they started to shoot back and gates which  I was hidden behind weren’t bulletproof as much as I wanted, so I retreated inside of a factory.

In the huge hall filled with huge machines my rifle wasn't much help so I attached it again to my backpack end pulled out my Glock. I hide behind one of the machines and carefully waited. As expected after few seconds three figures appeared in a door. Without hesitation I emptied whole magazine in their direction, with little bit of satisfaction I noticed that one of them has fallen dead on the ground and another one was wounded.

I was about to end this when third of them finally noticed me, and pulled trigger of his gun. I must admit that he was even worse at shooting than me but he manager somehow to hit me in my left arm. Just a flesh wound but I have seen to much of them to take it seriously. I decided to retreat for a while and take care about wound. I was pretty sure that I want be followed, one of them was wounded too.

So that’s how the things are, it's not really a holiday trip but I was in much worse situations. My hands are shaking when I am bandaging my arm, adrenaline is wearing off and wound is starting to hurt. I don’t need a second look to now that I need stiches but bandage is all I can do right now. By the way, I think about throwing sword away once again. You know, it finds out that running with it attached to my belt, isn’t the best choice, thank god that the blade isn’t as sharp as it should. Yeah, thanks to my laziness my left leg isn’t sliced into pieces.

Ok, I am calm myself enough to held my gun again and my enemies didn’t find out my yet. It's like they say, the best defense is offense. I am heading to the staircase that leaded me to the roof earlier. When I am about 10 meters away from it, doors open. It's a tenth of second but my body acts on it's own. It's called a muscle memory or maybe no, I don’t really care. I guess guys in front of me didn’t have as good muscle memory as me, he is lying dead with a gunshot hole on his forehead.

It looks like the second guy was wounded more seriously then I though, I found him bleeding out on the base of a staircase. For a second I think about checking bodies, maybe they got something useful on them, but I hear strange noise from the outside. When I realize what is making it, I gather all force left in my body and I rush out from the factory.

My legs are like made from lead, air in my lungs feels like a burning flames, but step by step I run through industrial area. As some of you probably already guessed, the sound I heard factory was sound of marching crowd and like I said earlier, only crowds here are made from zombies.

I didn’t even once, turned my head to look at sea of dead behind me. My leg arm is getting soaked in blood once again, my bandage didn’t last long. Run, run ,run I say to myself but the facts are that I am getting slower and slower. Remember when I said that zombies are not exactly slow? If I would be rested, not wounded, without my backpack and  all those weapons, I could run from them with ease, but right now it's impossible for me to get away.

Run, run, run. I am running only because I am used to it. My body is almost moving on its own but my mind is falling down in despair. I don’t know how long I am running but it feels like it was hours. I am thinking about every option, but everything will end with me being eaten by zombies.

I am almost ready to accept my sad destiny, when something came to my mind, I should think of other instead of myself. I bet that you are confused right now. I am dying, it's not time to change get rid of egocentrism. Don’t worry, everything is ok, I just need to find a car. I will say even more, I need to find their car.

You see, my reluctance to cars isn’t common within the rest of survivors. I am pretty sure that they have hidden theirs somewhere near. Think, think, where they could hid it? I am almost outside the city, my running looks more like fast walk and I can hear zombies getting closer, when I notice reflection of light between trees. I almost proud of myself.

I am rushing through the trees and I can see it, green pickup hidden between bushes. I am about 15 meters from car,  when shots are fired from this direction. I am trying to take out my Glock from a pocket of my jacket but I got hit by branch of a tree and gun fells of  in to a grass. Fuck it, I don’t even slow down a little. With full momentum I am jumping out from bushes, my hand is grabbing  handle of my sword. The guys who was shooting to me is standing next to the car, he is trying to reload his revolver. As you can see, not the best weapon for the zombie apocalypse.

One more step and he is in my range, let's if it's harder to do it with a living human. My blade goes on the perfect arc and meets neck of the men in front of me. I can feel resistance but blade make it through. Little fountain of blood surprises me a little but I don’t care, the only thing that matters is car. Thanks gods it's open, and keys are inside. I takes few seconds to take off my backpack but I am finally inside a car. Engine starts smoothly and makes a lot of noise when I smash pedal to the floor.

 I am safe right now and I let myself to glance in back mirror. Horde if zombies is even bigger than I thought but who cares. As you can see,  sometimes my zombie apocalypse isn't fun at all.