Stories from the wall

So, now you know how to survive. If somehow you still die, even after all of my teaching, you are obviously retarded. So, I have now decided to begin sharing stories from the wall. The wall is an online posting board where all those who died because of the infection are remembered by posting their name and pictures. But, some will take it a step further and will give a story to go with the picture. This is one of those stories.


John Mahan was a simple man. He had a good job, two young boys and a beautiful wife. But his life was turned upside down by the outbreak. John didn't believe the wild stories from the news, thinking it was just embellishment to up the ratings, but soon, he began to see the truth. People began to die, only to reappear a few days later, shuffling around town. By the time he realized the truth, it was too late.

He arrived home from work one day in a blind panic. He had just witnessed one of his coworkers attack another person, biting and clawing like a wild animal. When he opened his door, he stopped. Nothing in his life could prepare him for what he was about to see, for there is no sight on this planet more horrible. His youngest son, was sitting on the floor, covered in gore. His mother and older brother lay next to him, dead. Bites were taken from their necks, the arms and their legs, they lay motionless in a pool of their own blood. He ran, he ran farther and faster than he had ever run before. It wasn't long before he saw a crowd. A crowd of what we now know to be zombies, surrounding a bus full of young children. They were clawing at the door as the children within desperately tried to hold it closed.

And he did what any man with nothing to lose would do, he ran right into the center of the crowd. He ran through all of the clawing and biting undead until he reached the back hatch of the bus, and quickly pried it open. He slammed the door shut behind him, running to the front of the bus. The driver was nowhere to be seen, so he started the bus, and drove. He could hear the crunching as he drove over the bodies of the undead, and it sickened him, but he drove on, getting them all to safety.

For the sake of these children he did not know, he risked, and effectively, ended his own life. He was infected in his mad dash to the bus, and when the children were safe, he left, never to be seen alive again.



Warms your heart, huh?