ZombiE

        Five years… That's when this all started. When I lost my family, my home, my friends. All to some stupid druggie, who thought it would be an awesome idea to mix cocaine and Cola. This concoction turned said druggie into a mindless, flesh eating animal. AKA a "Zombie". I'm Corbin, and I'm a survivor of the zombie apocalypse.



At a far distance, a zombies' head explodes.
"This is getting to easy." he thought, as he slung his sniper rifle back over his shoulder. Continuing on with his unknown goal.
"Car, need a car…YES!" thought Corbin, as he noticed a black 2005 GMC Jimmy. Peering through the driver side window, he spots the keys, still in the ignition.
Checking the back seats became second nature to Corbin, and as he did his routine, he discovered a black duffle bag filled with guns and munitions. This is turning out to be a lucky day for Corbin.
As Corbin hoped, the car started, and the dial showed the gas tank was half full. A lucky day indeed.



Driving along a highway which he knew not the name due to either bullet holes, or blood splatter decorating the road signs, Corbin noticed something odd up ahead. A car with the engine roaring, but the seats empty.  Either there was another survivor, or the zombies learned how to drive.

Pulling up to the car, with a deep sigh, and C7 assault rifle in hand, he walked gingerly to the car, and peered into the seemingly empty backseat. He popped the trunk of the old sedan, and proceeded to the rear of the car. Aiming down the iron sights, into the trunk, he noticed it was empty, save for a few empty cans, and half a shoelace.

Lowering his rifle, he examined the area. It was a small road, with a farm on one side, and a hill over looking from the other. He had a strange feeling about this car.
Corbin kept his posture, and stayed calm. Just as he was about to get into the abandoned automobile, he was struck on the head. Corbin slowly drifted into oblivion…