Day 1

                                    

                                          
"Stay in the car would you? Please, I just need a few things." 
                          
   My knees tightened further into my chest and I shifted my head to lean against my fist, propped on the sill of the window. 
   Mumbling a grunt in agreeance I heard my step-bitch get out of the car, slamming the door and walking into the tiny supermarket. I knew she only wanted beer to get drunk again, so she could yell at me and my brother all night while my dad was at work till well into the early morning busting his ass to pay for said beer. I looked to see the door shut behind her. 
Music time. 
   I shifted into the driver's seat of the small SUV, plugging my phone into the aux cord and shutting off the 'jesus-music' she had playing over the radio. No thank you. I turned it up as loud as it would go, adjusting the bass and losing myself, if even for the next three minutes, in the beat and rattling of the cheap speakers. That bliss was interrupted by a certain someone banging on the window. I looked to my right, expecting the step bitch, and it wasn't her after all. It was worse. Jakob Whall, the captain of the tennis team at our school.
                          
And, my old best friend. 
                          
   I unlocked the door to get out and talk to him, and instead he shoved his way in, pushing me back into the passenger's seat. He was sweaty and panting; I noticed blood on his shirt. He looked fine other than the look of terror on his face so I assumed it couldn't have been his. This idea of mine makes the current situation a lot worse in my head. 
   "Uhhh, hello? What the hell, get out of my car, psycho!" 
He locked the doors. 
   "I have MACE!" 
"I doubt that.'' He looked almost cocky saying it, as if it was somewhat funny as well. He was right but he didn't need to know that. 
   "What the hell do you mean-" "look outside." He said it blunt and cold. I turned to open my door and he grabbed my hand, pulling me back in, and grabbing and slamming the door shut before locking it again. 
                          
   "You don't want to be out there, just look out the back window. I shot him a questioning glance but did as he said, turning my head to the back of the vehicle. I saw three things that shattered my sense of safety and security in the world as I knew it. 
                          
* One: a huge cloud of smoke that made the entire world look as if it was on fire. 
* Two: people screaming and running
* Three: What they were screaming and running from.  
                          
Zombies. 
                          
"What, the fuck."
   They weren't green or anything, but they were disgusting. They looked like people, except they were a bit... zombified? Torn clothes, covered in blood, drooling. And their eyes lacked anything other than the whites. Even from a little distance I was sure of that fact. I spotted one walking towards the car. 
"C'mon man!"
   I turned back to face the front. Paralized in my seat I started to think of a million different things at once. "Stay completely still."I looked at him, "why-" there was a bang on my window and I swiveled in my seat faster than I thought I could ever have swiveled. There was a zombie standing on the other side of a, suddenly very thin, car door. If Jakob wasn't sitting right behind me, I'd have shit my pants. 
    It chattered it's teeth, and its eyes narrowed. I think. It's hard to tell when they're no pupils too narrow. It looked as if it was looking at- 
    "It's looking at its reflection more than it's looking at you. I don't think they comprehend glass in this state." I looked back at him, "this state? What do you me-" 
    "They're Not zombies, they're just savage and blood thirsty." he said that last bit a matter of factly. "I think that makes them zo-" 
    "They're still limited to their bodies like humans and there's no groaning for brains, so no. not zombies." 
    "WOULD YOU STOP INTERRUPTING ME?!" 
    He blinked at me and mumbled a little "sorry."  
    "Get out of my car." 
He looked at me a little more dumbfounded this time. "And go where exactly?" He laughed again as if, again, something was funny about our situation, "Into the fucking zombie horde thats outside!?" I turned again to the back of the SUV. Still clouds of smoke everywhere I could see, still people running and still zombies chasing. I looked back at Jakob, 
    "What happened to 'they're not zombies'." I smiled sweetly. The smile dropped when I saw the small door open to the supermarket. Both of our heads turned to see it was Step-bitch. She looked at her car, which now had a boy in the driver's seat, and she looked at the bloody, seething and chattering zombie who was still busy checking itself out in my car window.