Plan B

Today was supposed to be like every other day, wake up at 6, shower, go to school, study, workout, shower again, go to sleep. But now it seems like I got a whole new set of problems on my hand. Note to self. from now on, this is the morning routine: Grab .44, check to make sure doors are locked, work on underground bunker, water crops, workout, shower, sleep with one eye open. I waited out for the bus for about 15 minutes, meaning it was already 10 minutes late, and I thought what the hell. Then, just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, reality flipped before me as I looked out in the distance to find it. Oh I wish I hadn't. The bus was on it's side, and I got worried some people might be hurt, so I ran over there. Oh I wish I wouldn't have done that either. I ran about a quarter mile to do what I thought was a good deed, but I guess karma doesn't always work like that. I go to the bus to find no one. I said okay, this is strange, but I have to get to school, so as I get ready to run the half a mile away from here that my school was, I see a figure looking at me out of the bus, so I go pry the door open with my hands to help him and call an ambulance because he or she was very bloodied.. I wish I would've just ran. I opened to door and instead of the person being weak and needy, it was strong, powerful, and wanted to hurt me. It grabbed me, and pushed me against the front of the bus, before it could do anything else my natural reaction was to punch it and run fast as hell to the school. I didn't even look back. When I got to class, I told people about what happened, but people either thought I was lying, or was over exaggerating. That was until Mr.Badger, came into class, same asshole expression he always carries, only this time he was late which is unusual, at first I assumed he was probably jacking off to the girls locker room monitors, but then I got scared for some reason I didn't want to admit. Then it happened, that same burst, he started screaming and making unidentifiable sounds, then just went berserk, he killed a quarter of the people in the room, tore it apart, and turned the other quarter like him. There was no control. We were all running. Running like hell. Hell I know I'm in a secure place right now but I'm scared as I'm writing this that someone might've breached security, or that one of the people I'm with are infected and it's slowly coming out. Even taking a shit from now on I feel like I have to look over my shoulders. Anyways, they started catching up to us one by one as we were running across the streets, until me and Jill were the only ones left running. How I wish I could've saved my best friend, I'll always wonder if I could have. As we were being chased by hundreds, we saw a boat on the lake that led to the nearest by city. So Plan B, instead of running forever, we knew we had to jump on it and escape the field. I sped up, running faster than Jill, I wish she would've done long distance in track because I could see she was starting to get a little bit tired. I was grabbed, but I immediately elbowed him or her or whatever the fuck and took the leap of faith into the boat. As Jill took hers, she was grabbed in the leg, and pulled back. I should've had my hand out to pull her in. I don't know why I didn't. I had to look her in the eyes as she screamed in fear and pain, as they all bundled up on her, ripping her to shreds alive before my eyes. But I had to escape. There was nothing I could do at that point. But I wanted to. I just stood there still, shocked as I watched, torn by the fact I had to leave and couldn't help her. I just kept looking until one of those fuckers (that's what I'm gonna call them from now on) looked at me like I was next, so I started rowing immediately, and I guess they must not like water because they didn't bother swimming after me. As I approached Lakedale City, I saw a mirroring of what was happening on the other side. I thought I didn't have a choice but to stay in the middle, that is, until I looked into the north, it was a long ways away and would take a lot of rowing to get to that side of the lake, but it paid off as I'm now in the bunker with the other escapees. Apparently someone knew this would happen and knew no one would be dumb enough to listen. When I asked Fred about it, the guy who made the safe haven, the conversation went a little like this: What is this place? Safe haven. What's going on? Everyone's going crazy. Why? Viral infection. Is it airborne? Nope, mouth-borne. I"m confused. Got anymore stupid questions? Yeah, what the hell do we do now? Kill zombies, stay safe, build an underground society. Will we ever be able to fully kill off the virus and everyone infected? We may have an answer one day. There's a lot more I want to say, mainly about where my life is gonna go from here, because obviously plan a won't workout anymore. I guess I'll figure it out in the morning. No. I will.