Chapter 01: "What happened?"

Day 01:

Sometimes I wonder why me ?From as along as i can remember i never had people that truly cared for me, like the jerks at the orphanage where i was subjected to humiliation from practically everyone .The older or healthier kids who took advantage of me being weaker than them ,taking what little food the "caretakers" so generously gave or sometimes just beating or making fun of me to feed their egos .I couldn't even go to anyone for help ,one time i did go to the caretaker and that woman just told me that,"It's your fault for being weak".

What was i supposed to do,I was always scrawny and easily got sick .The caretaker wouldn't properly take care of me and the other children ,their lack of care to the point that some children actually died. Seeing their lifeless eyes staring right at me deeply terrified me but now seeing them those same eyes staring at me again brought out my fears once again.

Now, I'm standing here about to knock someone out with a metal pan. I tried to call the police but they weren't picking up which just forced me even more to go with my decision. Here goes something, opening the door and seeing the man in front of me. I smacked him right at the jaw, the man fell backwards with a groan. Okay ..I did it, I hope I don't gt into trouble because of this. As soon as I had relaxed the man tried to get right back up.

WHAT?! how are you still awake?! the side of your whole jaw is swollen!Quickly thinking I smacked him on the top of forehead again. He went down but again he got up with an even louder groan than before. I should've never got out of bed!,in my panic, I smacked him on the side of his skull but he didn't go down, he was still trying to reach for me.

I smacked him again and again till his face had become bloody and bruised, till he didn't rise again. Breathing in and out rapidly, I gazed at him tiredly but then realized after seeing his incredibly bruised skull and the fact that he wasn't try to get up also coupled with the fact that he wasn't breathing either.

Did I realize, I had just killed him. 

Blurgh Feeling vomit come up my throat, I vomited all over the mess. I just killed a person-no it was because he was ..being weird? I killed him because of that? Oh no oh no.

"What did I d-blurgh ahh", vomiting even more.

"hah hah haa I'm sorry I'm sorry sniff I didn't mean too", I apologized to him as if he would listen, hoping that he would rise again but what's done is done now. I have to surrender myself to the police and apologize to his family if he has one.

Getting off the ground, wiping the tears in my eyes, I carried my bloodied pan outside with a resolute yet guilty expression and saw one more man,slowly approaching me. The man was just like the man from before . What?! wait what? what is happening?. The man kept on approaching I stepped back .

I was confused but decided that I had to do exactly what I did to the man from before. I had to kill him too or else, I don't know what would happen. I readied my pan, despite my weak heart and smacked him right at the chin.

He fell down backwards, I quickly brought the pan above my head and smacked it down on the man repeatedly, with each smack my face turned more and more grim. The man let out his final few weak groans and died, am I a murderer now? no it had to be done, this certainly is no ordinary sickness. 

Making out of control noises, don't seem to be able to speak and they reach for me with their mouths open as if to eat me ..wait this sounds more and more like a zombie virus but how? I walked to and glanced over the balcony, hesitantly but my fears became true. Loads of people just like those two were roaming the streets and inside the various building Infront of my own very two eyes.

I backed away from the balcony.Holy God! ..What now! Was that why the police weren't picking up? What am I supposed to do? Maybe survive I guess, at least I don't have to feel so guilty about killing them. They were zombies right? They would've killed me instead so, it had to be done yeah that's right.

Convincing myself, I gazed around,first at the man or rather zombie I just killed and then at the previous one. Eventually, my gaze landed on the stairs, I should block them but with what? I would need a something large maybe my mattress yeah that should do. I made up my mind and started walking towards my room but as gazed upon the door of my deceased neighbour. 

The world has officially gone wild so ..it shouldn't matter if I took a few things. I went inside and found a slightly ripped and old mattress on the ground. Perfect! I removed the sheets and other stuff from it and half-carried and dragged it towards the stairs.

I put the mattress against the entrances letting it lean on the guard rails. That should do it for now, I need plan my future properly now. I started to walk towards my room but before that I came accross the mess that I had left.

Argh i should clean this up. I first dragged the corpse towards the corner of the floor and brought the other corpse there too. I got a bunch of rags and wiped the mess off of the floor and threw them right at the same corner. Its maybe if I don't throw them out, zombies can smell probably smell fairly well and would gather around the mess which would put me into more trouble so, its best to be far than sorry but still this smell is unbearable. I procedded to cover the whole mess at the corner with some sheets which lessened the smell quite a bit.

I'm finally done, now to think. I walked back to my room and settled down on the mattress. So, first order of business is supplies, Supplies can be taken care of by going to the general store where I worked if other people haven't robbed or taken them already-wait people I haven't seen normal people,don't tell all of them got turned into zombies, well that is uncertain depending on how fast or how exactly this virus is transmitted all of the remaining people might as well have been turned into zombies but that's unlikely seeing I'm still normal even after killing a few zombies even though I haven't gotten turned yet I have to figure out how exactly does this virus transmits. 

Does it transmits by biting or scratching either way it's best to not have any physical contact with them. Hopefully, there are some supplies left at the store even if people took a look at it.second order of business should be finding out what exactly happened?When did this zombie virus start? is it even a zombie virus or some type of disease?when did it all start?was it when the earthquake happened ?but I should've been woken by the people yelling and all the other chaos, whatever the answers to my questions won't certainly be found in my room. 

It's best, I start collecting resources and I should check my already collected ones,going over to my mini-kitchen. Some loafs of bread, a pack of water bottles, and a total of 6 ramen packets. I really should've lived more healthily well, whatever it doesn't matter any more, does it?I should check the rooms of my zombie neighbors.