To B3 - Preface

People said that when the world ended in 2012 the earth would just explode or it would be set on fire by the suns ultra violet rays. They were wrong. About what you ask? About all the average predicaments of tidal waves, explosions, earthquakes or the sun lighting us all on fire. Those sounded like a fucking fairytale compared to the nightmare that I had been living through for the past three days. The other option that people guessed that would happen was that we’d all become brain dead, excessively violent and hungry people who ate others of our own kind for survival, most commonly known as (to anyone who’s ever watched a Hollywood horror film) as zombies. The small forgotten town of Bellingstone was the only place known to be infected, and my luck (being as great as it is) made me the only known survivor. There was of course a small hope that somewhere in this hell hole of a town there was one or two… maybe a big group of survivor’s toughing it out in some concrete fortress. Those high hopes were the cause of me going out into the zombie infected town when the sun was at the highest point in the sky to go on a search for supplies or a survivor or two.