"There is a difference between truely living, and being alive. To be alive, you expirence the love of the world, you feel the wind, you hear the birds song. To be living --- you are just there. Here. A thing, to be trampled by thousands of hell spawns and demons. Some times, I feel like I'm just living. I know it's not the best view. You'll understand better when I explain what has happened to my brothers. Sisters. My beloved. My family. Do you know what it's like to be the one marauder for the face of truth, in the family of hell? I am the only one left in my family that's not one of them. One of the beasts. My brothers. Sisters. Beloveds. Family. Traitors, I guess that's what I should call them now. They caused this hell for everyone else. My family, how I loved them. What's left to love, however, in a rotten beast who takes pleasure in eating the brains of the living, raw, and can take a side of napalm without breaking a sweat. My sisters, how I adored them. They always got what they wanted. They were always loved more then me. I now know why. My brothers... I never really knew. I was just a toy to them, a thrown away test tube when it's empty. My beloveds, taken away before my eyes at my marriage. For my family couldn't be happy being the only sad ones. Everyone else had to be sad to make them happy. If I had known this, I would've killed them much earlier. Life would still have been good for everyone, except me. I know this now, after years of thought in this lonely cell. I am selfish to think this, I know now, but if I had known then, I still wouldn't off. I'm not the type to sacrifice everything just on a whim, but now it's too late to care. My friends had been right, and I had been wrong. Life was not to be experimented with. For, what would be worth finding, if it ended all humans? Knowing it now, however, my mind is set on one thing. Others can disagree, but I don't care. Zombies are real. These aren't people on drugs, stupid. These are beasts that mean on killing us all."
I cocked my gun. In this hell, you can't be over careful. I leaned on the window, staring out at the ravanged Paris. The zombies would do anything for brains. Just a few weeks ago, they had ripped apart the Leaning Tower of Piza. It was different here then in British Columbia. Very. I was an exchang student back when I still planed on learning. Now I just plan on living. It would be night fall soon, judging by the red light reflecting off the window. I looked to the door. Three fridges and a bunch of other junk was piled infront of it. In retrospect, thank god I eat to much. I walked across the room, and began pulling the bookshelf over to the window. I yelled and jumped back as I pulled it away, yelling "Shit!" and cocking my gun.
"Three weeks ago it had all began. It had just outbroke. No one had cared about zombies, not even me. I loved playing with stuff. I was studying abroad to become a Eikobioligist. Then, it all went wrong."
My flaw quickly came to my mind. I had forgotten to patch up the hole from last night, and it was nearly night. I didn't have enough things here to barricare all the areas I needed too. Maybe, just maybe, I could get away without the window being blocked. I'd have to try to know for sure. I pulled the items previously planed to cover the window to that hole in the wall, made by one of those acursed beasts.
"My sister, Julia, had just finished her research on how she could create human cockroaches. Humans that could survive without there internal organs. She had won the nobel medicene prize, the nobel science prize, the nobel destroy the world prize, in my mind. My other sister, Amara, jealous of her reaserch, unleashed a copy of it as a virus. It infected children. Amara held an antidote for sale, but at one price none would pay, and she knew it. I was one of the few that tried to get it, with my stupidity. I gave Amara a injection of my blood."
Ten more minutes and they'd be hear. I find it very unlucky that I'm the sole survivor of Paris, if not the sole survivor in the world. Cocking my Magnum, I sigh, and let the bullets fly. Down. Down. Down. Up, Down. Left. Right. Window. Behind the mirror. Floor hole. Ro--- Floor hole? I stopped, gasping. The floor under neath the support colums in the room had been knocked out. I rolled away from it, firing off a spray at the beasts coming out. Blood covered my room. I'd need to buy one hell of a lot of new carpets to clean that up. Sadly, they would all be free now.
"At that time, I didn't know what it was for, but now I do. She gave it the ability to reconstruct molecules into obediant servants of herself. She would have survived, Amara, if she hadn't cut herself during that experiment. After all, I always said, don't play with knives."
I sighed. Dawn broke. I laid my head out my window, and closed my eyes. Just for a minute. I'll just think a little.
Eurgh... if it's supposed to be scary 
