I never thought I would say it but he was right! Quenton was right the entire time. I thought it was the ramblings of a mad man but everything started fitting together.
My name is Brandy and I am alone. I left my husband of 7 years because I felt that his obsession with the walking dead was unhealthy for a family. He spent years preparing our home for an invasion that I thought would never happen. He spent more time on that than with me. He encouraged me to be prepared by means of martial arts, weapons training, and proper grooming. I was okay with learning some martial arts and how to handle a gun or knife but what woman wants to keep a shaved head and wear skin tight clothes all the time. Now I realize that it was all for my protection.
The little things came rushing back to me like a bad dream once the news started with reports of people disappearing and strange attacks by crazed people. He said that it would start with these kinds of reports along with media black out of the actual "infected" area. He kept world, continental, state/province, and city maps up all over his "command center" with different colored tacks in places he found strange reports that he felt were actually zombie attacks. Looking back at it now the maps were becoming more colorful at the time I left him, more and more tacks were added all the time. What sane person would believe in his ramblings?
It all started in the major cities;
Now I’m holed up in my mother’s home in the sticks. A perfect location by what I remember. Television stations went out a long time ago and the radio is useless. The dead still find their way out here though. It amazes me the way they can seemingly go on forever. As I write this a flash of something Quenton told me popped into my head. “They never tire, they feel no pain, they have no emotions, and most of all they have no fear. They ‘live’ only to feed on the living.” The military had a hard time coming to grips with these facts. All military protocol was built around the idea of demoralizing the enemy. Take away their food and supplies, bomb them from afar, surround and out number, surprise attacks and gorilla warfare, and keep the pressure on until they crack and give up or you kill every last one of them. The first major attempt at cleaning up this zombie mess by the government ended up adding more to the ranks of the enemy. The media televised the event in a ditch effort to regain the confidence of the American people. What we all saw was more horrifying and disheartening than anyone could have imagined. Bullets flying all over the place, tanks firing shots into the massive hordes, air strikes; they threw everything the military had to offer at them and they just kept coming. Everything they normally used to clear an enemy infested area, by means of wounding was null and void. Sure some zombies dropped, but most just took the hit and kept coming. You could see the ones crawling out of the debris with half their body missing. At one point a camera crew on the ground zoomed in to see the decapitated head of a zombie still snapping it teeth trying to bite anything that came by. The dead have no fear, but humans do. We fear death over anything else, and to unload a clip from an AK-47 into something and it doesn’t die is terrifying. Soldiers were breaking formation and firing wildly as they ran. They may have killed more of there own men than the dead in the mass hysteria. Our military was swiftly over taken and force to retreat. The zombies won and demoralized an entire nation with a single battle.
The nation went into full scale hysteria and riots and looting ensued. Some people just gave up and walked right up to the dead and let themselves be eaten alive. Some became militant and took up arms and made safe havens for themselves. I on the other hand just cried and prayed that he was coming to save me.
