by James Spiller

Created on: February 11, 2009

It started with reports of violence on the local news. The footage was unreal. People, savagely killing people, like they were animals. Then I could smell the smoke. I could hear the gunshots. It wasn't on T.V. anymore. It was in my front yard. Sheer madness was unfolding before my eyes.

I had to take a minute. The world was collapsing in on itself. The order of the things had shattered completely to dust and was being replaced by chaos so dark and depraved and so close in resemblance to hell as to cause a terror that shoots straight to the heart and an sends an adrenaline rush coursing through the veins. After so many years spent wondering how it would come, hoping that the end of days would bring a world where survival of the fittest actually meant something to humanity, it was here, currently taking the form of Mrs. Patterson from four doors down trying to rip her husband's throat out with her teeth. As their brawl inched closer into my driveway, the gravity of the situation shocked me into coherence.

I had dreamed about it, had spent time wondering how I would react, what I would do in those first few critical moments which would surely be vital in a world that had suddenly become kill or be killed. The time for me to be tested had come, and I had not a second to waste.

I jumped over my bed and tore open the closet door. I grabbed my tactical vest from a hangar and quickly put it on. I stuffed my Colt 1911 handgun into my belt, filled every pocket in my vest with all the clips and magazines it could carry, then slung my Classic Army AR-15 fully automatic assault rifle over my shoulder. There would be no question about it. If I was going down, I was going down in a hail of gunfire.
I then bounded down the stairs, taking three or four steps at once, and came to a thud against my front door. I bolted every lock I had, including the chain, then ran to the back door, making sure everything was securely locked there as well.
What now? I needed a plan. I didn't know if I should stay or if I should go. Home was safe from the mayhem out there, but how long would that last? How long until they decided that they wanted to come in? There was no way I could hold this fort by myself. But if I decided to leave, where would I go? The streets were surely lined with countless ravenous humans. Traveling would be dangerous, and If I was going to leave, I surely needed a safe destination.

I turned on the television, hoping to gain some sort of insight into the situation, but

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