Damn, it been awhile since then. But it's nice to remember.

My father brothers and myself were camping for Johann's birthday. We stayed up at this campground for a week. We never brought any electronics with us, we could handle ourselves. When the week was over, we packed everything up and set back down this mountain towards home.

We pulled into town joking and laughing. But we could all tell something was off, call it a hunters sixth-sense. It was the feeling coming off trapped animals. Just pure fear. It crushed our jovial mood in seconds. There were no cars at any of the shops, no kids playing in the park, not even any dogs running around. We drove further in, headed towards the highschool, we saw some cars, but they were all empty. We arrived at the highschool, the parking lot was full and there was flags hanging out the windows. My dad knew something was up and kept us in the truck, waiting. After about 10 minutes, we saw the first Zack. We had had no news for a week, we had no idea what was happening. This thing had a mangled leg and its clothes were shredded. We thought it was a real person so we stepped up to help.

When we got out the thing shifted its attention to us. Blood was dripping from its mouth. Pop reached back into the truck and grabbed his pistol, it's a good thing he did. This thing started shambling towards us, making God awful sounds. We recognised who he used to be, Samuel Martin, he owned the local autobody shop. We were yelling at him to stop, but he just kept coming. When he got about 10 feet from us Pop shot him and he fell.

The noise got the attention of the people in the high school building. They called us over and brought us up to speed. We were stunned to say the least, I mean, a zombie virus? That's something kids make up when they're bored. But after we had just seen, it was the only explanation. We got back in the truck, rushed to my dads house and grabbed a few things then went back up to the campground.