My name is Dante Spay. I was born 15.8.1985. If your reading this, you\u00B4re a survivor like i was.
I have lived a life full of regret. I have been a bad man. And now it\u00B4s too late to be sorry. To understand my story we need to go back to the day that it all begun. Tuesday, 12.6.2012. I was on my way home from my work as a butcher. The road home was 15 kilometers long and gave me a good half hour to think about stuff, stuff about the past. I have always been a heavy thinker, a quiet man. As i was driving i see a car in the ditch, it was a red old chevy pickup. Although it was in the ditch it looked like it hadn't suffered a scratch. I slowed down near the car and noticed the doors were open, like someone had jumped out in a hurry. It didn't bother me so i just continued my way home.
I lived in a very small quiet town called Eastrock. A town where everyone keeps to themselves. My house was a small brick house with two bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen/living room. The reason i moved to Eastrock was because i didn't care much for company. I liked to be alone with my thoughts.
However as i was driving through the town i noticed that the power was cut. It was the first time in many years. I drive up to my house and see my neighbor Clyde trying to start his grass clipper.
I step out of the car and ask him if he knew anything about the power shortage. He said that a work colleague had heard a bout a big truck crashing in to a electric pole, and that there was no driver to be found anywhere. At the time it didn't seem too odd so i just went inside, had my lunch and went to sleep.
The next day i wake up to a big loud thudding sound. I get to the window and see a car crashed in to my neighbors wall. Clyde wasn't home so i put on my clothes and went outside to check if everything was okay. As i approach the car i see a young woman leaning with her head to the steering wheel. Her car was a mess and looked like she was pretty bad hurt too. She doesn't respond when i ask if shes okay, so i take my cellphone and dial the emergency number. For some reason the phone doesn't dial. I just hear a weird static noise. As i try to dial again, the woman moans and falls out of the car. I approach her and and try to ask again if shes okay but get no answer. Suddenly i see a pool of blood forming under her. I rush inside to get a towel and some bandages.
I run outside as fast as i can and then i see something weird. The woman is gone. Leaving behind only a dark red pool of blood. On the ground i see small blood drops from the car to all the way to Clydes backyard. I follow the drops and find something unbelievable. The woman is leaning against my neighbors glass door. She is moaning in agony. I ask her again \"miss are you okay\". This time she turns around and i see her bloody face and i'm thinking, How is she still alive? The woman starts limping towards me and moaning. I grab hold of her and try to put her down on the ground, but when i do that she screams. I let go and she falls. the woman starts dragging herself towards me with empty eyes. I new something was wrong. As im about to get down and help her i hear a loud bang that scares me and leaves me frozen as i see a hole in the woman's head.
Behind me is a man wearing cargo pants, a t shirt and dark shades. He has a black gun in his hand. I can see smoke rise from the barrel and i instantly know what happened. The man had shot the woman.
\"Are you bitten \" the man asks \" Answer me \" he shouts and points the gun towards me
I shake my head and yell \" No, Why did you shoot her \"
The man lowers his gun and replies \" She was already dead \"
I'm in shock and cant understand what has happened. The man asks me to come inside with him. He says more are coming. More what?
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","wysiwyg":{"source":""}}" data-block-type="2" class="sqs-block html-block" id="block-59f1c725b7dff4a58f91">My name is Dante Spay. I was born 15.8.1985. If your reading this, you´re a survivor like i was.
I have lived a life full of regret. I have been a bad man. And now it´s too late to be sorry. To understand my story we need to go back to the day that it all begun. Tuesday, 12.6.2012. I was on my way home from my work as a butcher. The road home was 15 kilometers long and gave me a good half hour to think about stuff, stuff about the past. I have always been a heavy thinker, a quiet man. As i was driving i see a car in the ditch, it was a red old chevy pickup. Although it was in the ditch it looked like it hadn't suffered a scratch. I slowed down near the car and noticed the doors were open, like someone had jumped out in a hurry. It didn't bother me so i just continued my way home.
I lived in a very small quiet town called Eastrock. A town where everyone keeps to themselves. My house was a small brick house with two bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen/living room. The reason i moved to Eastrock was because i didn't care much for company. I liked to be alone with my thoughts.
However as i was driving through the town i noticed that the power was cut. It was the first time in many years. I drive up to my house and see my neighbor Clyde trying to start his grass clipper.
I step out of the car and ask him if he knew anything about the power shortage. He said that a work colleague had heard a bout a big truck crashing in to a electric pole, and that there was no driver to be found anywhere. At the time it didn't seem too odd so i just went inside, had my lunch and went to sleep.
The next day i wake up to a big loud thudding sound. I get to the window and see a car crashed in to my neighbors wall. Clyde wasn't home so i put on my clothes and went outside to check if everything was okay. As i approach the car i see a young woman leaning with her head to the steering wheel. Her car was a mess and looked like she was pretty bad hurt too. She doesn't respond when i ask if shes okay, so i take my cellphone and dial the emergency number. For some reason the phone doesn't dial. I just hear a weird static noise. As i try to dial again, the woman moans and falls out of the car. I approach her and and try to ask again if shes okay but get no answer. Suddenly i see a pool of blood forming under her. I rush inside to get a towel and some bandages.
I run outside as fast as i can and then i see something weird. The woman is gone. Leaving behind only a dark red pool of blood. On the ground i see small blood drops from the car to all the way to Clydes backyard. I follow the drops and find something unbelievable. The woman is leaning against my neighbors glass door. She is moaning in agony. I ask her again "miss are you okay". This time she turns around and i see her bloody face and i'm thinking, How is she still alive? The woman starts limping towards me and moaning. I grab hold of her and try to put her down on the ground, but when i do that she screams. I let go and she falls. the woman starts dragging herself towards me with empty eyes. I new something was wrong. As im about to get down and help her i hear a loud bang that scares me and leaves me frozen as i see a hole in the woman's head.
Behind me is a man wearing cargo pants, a t shirt and dark shades. He has a black gun in his hand. I can see smoke rise from the barrel and i instantly know what happened. The man had shot the woman.
"Are you bitten " the man asks " Answer me " he shouts and points the gun towards me
I shake my head and yell " No, Why did you shoot her "
The man lowers his gun and replies " She was already dead "
I'm in shock and cant understand what has happened. The man asks me to come inside with him. He says more are coming. More what?
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“This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.”— Amanda Hocking
