*She took a sip of her coffee and looked into the cup for a moment or two.*
About me? Well, I was an E.R. nurse, I was married to this wonderful man named Louis. I had a nice, safe, happy life. Then one day we woke up and our world went to hell. The dead roamed the earth. Our next door neighbor, this little girl named Vivian had gotten infected and showed up in our home. She ripped Louis throat out, he died in my arms. 911 and all the emergency channels were busy. Soon thereafter he rose from the dead and tried to eat me. I fought him off, stole the car keys and took off. Everywhere there were these things, un-dead, eating and killing. I nearly got car-jacked. I fought the guy off, he was still alive, but I had a car accident, I went down a ravine and crashed my car. A policeman named Kenneth found me. I walked with him in my bare-feet, pajama's and covered in my husbands blood. We soon ran into more survivors, we climbed a fence and headed for the mall. One of ours was bitten by one of those things, but they never told us. We killed off the infected in the mall and sealed ourselves inside. We were kept as prisoners, but were set free by one of the security guards. A truck filled with survivors showed up. We put the two security guards in lock down and saved those we could. Those who were bitten we killed off and we lived in the mall for a month. Too many of us were still dying and outside were thousands of these un-dead, the entire world was infested with them. We reconfigured a few of the malls vans and took off, trying to get to the docks to get on a boat and try and get to one of the remote islands in the lake near where we were in Wisconsin. More of us died, or got bitten. Micheal, the man I fell in love with while living at the mall got bitten saving my life after one of our vans crashed. The guy who owned the boat took off, got bitten. I promised him if he ever turned into one of those things, I'd shoot him and I did, right between the eyes. We managed to barely get to the docks. We ran out of food, water and gas, but we made it to the island only to find it infested with these zombie things. My friends got ripped to pieces before my eyes and somehow I managed to get away. I ran fast and hard. Tripping on this puzzle. I frantically finished it, I couldn't put it down, while looking around to see when I would be attacked and I wound up Here. That is my life in a nutshell, or more then a nutshell.
*She spoke the words like it never happened to her, like it was just some story you told around the camp fire. She was so far removed from the whole thing.*