text: [Themes: horror, RPG, serious, zombie]
  
  *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
  
  5:30 AM
  
  You find it funny that you choose to wake up to such an annoying sound every single morning. It always seems to sound the worst on Monday morning, knowing that you get to hear that damned beeping for 4 more days until the sweet 2 day escape known as the weekend.
  
  You kiss your wife, Steph, before attempting to crawl pitifully out of bed. You admire how beautiful she looks when she is sleeping; It is still very dark but the neon glow from your alarm clock dimly lights up her naked body.
  
  You stumble your way to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and climb in and as you slowly start to wake up, you go through your agenda for the day:
  
  Go to work from 7:00 AM - 3:30 PM
  
  Go coach wrestling at the local high school from 4:00 PM - 5:00 PM
  
  Go home and do whatever you want for the rest of the night.
  
  Your day is not very eventful, but you feel lucky, nonetheless. You have your health, you have an amazing wife, a wonderful family, and a job that helps pay the bills. It's simple, but to you, it's perfect.
  
  [Author's Note: An apocalyptic adventure about a young man who uses his faith, love, courage, and will to fight his way to saving himself and his wife. Go easy on me, I've never written a story ever before. Please enjoy and have fun :)]
  
  > continue getting ready
  You hop out of the shower, and look in the mirror.
  
  You are a 24 year old man, a pretty good looking guy, not a 10, but not a 1 either. Most women would give you anywhere between a 6-9. You chuckle...6-9...69... You have short, brown hair, hazel eyes that seem to change between brown and green with the seasons, and a short, messy beard. Alright, enough checking yourself out, you weirdo.
  
  You pick out your clothes for the day and get ready to head out.
  
  You know you should say your daily prayer, but today you're running late and you just don't have the time; a rather common occurrence that happens more than just "Days you're running late."
  
  Regardless, Steph is just beginning to wake up as she doesn't start work until 8:00 AM. You walk over to her, kiss her once more and tell her you love her.
  
  She looks up at you with gorgeous green eyes and says "I love you too, William."
  
  For how much you hate waking up early, the best part of your day is hearing your wife say those three perfect words: "I love you." You repeat them in your mind as you grab your keys and walk out the front door: "I love you too, William."
  
  How did you land such an amazing woman?
  
  > The Daily Commute
  You climb into your truck, a 2004 Chevy Silverado. You love the sound of its engine starting up. The sexy purr it lets out every time you crank the ignition gets you all giddy.
  
  6:10 AM. Right on time. You leave your house and begin your commute to Nashville, about a 40 minute drive with traffic. You're dreading going to work, after all you work at the AT&T building answering angry phone calls and emails from upset customers all day.
  
  You turn on the radio: "Thanks for tuning into the big 98! The Bobby Bones Show!"
  
  You love listening to this station; they always play good country music and provide witty commentary on things in the news or just what's going on in their daily lives.
  
  Things haven't been looking very bright recently in Tennessee, or in the United States at all. In the past few weeks alone, there have been talks of the spread of Ebola, a deadly disease that promotes vomiting and bleeding. So far there have been a few outbreaks in a couple states, but no one has succumbed to death from it yet.
  
  As you continue listening, however, you hear something very startling:
  
  "...listeners, I have some disturbing news. I have just received information from an anonymous source stating that the first case of Ebola has been found in Tennessee. To this point, not much is known about this particular case, but please remember to wash your hands as much as possible in an attempt to protect yourself from this scary virus."
  
  While it is scary, you don't concern yourself with it too much, after all it's just one case in all of Tennessee...
  
  > Update
  You finally arrive to work and take the elevator up to your floor, the 9th floor. You've been slowly climbing your way through the ranks over the past 2 years and you hope that soon you'll be making the big bucks on the corporate floor, but you're happy to have made it this far.
  
  You get to your cubicle and put on your headset and get ready to take some phone calls. But before that, you feel in your subconscious that something doesn't quite feel right about today...something feels...off. You take off your headset, place your hands together, bow your head and say a short prayer:
  
  "God, I'm not sure what you have planned for me today, but I pray that whatever it is you guide me according to Your will. Please, keep my family, myself, and my country safe from harm. I also want to thank you for waking me up today and giving me another day to live. In the name of Jesus Christ, I pray, Amen."
  
  You put your headset back on and in the other ear you put in your headphones. It's not good to listen to music while talking on the phone, but it helps the day go by a little faster.
  
  The first few hours are the normal, same old, same old. Some pissed off lady calling because her bill was higher than normal, an old lady who didn't know what the HD (High Definition) channels were on her TV, some guy wanting to talk to my manager, etc.
  
  You are just about to go on your lunch break and clock out when you get another call coming in. You answer it:
  
  "Thank you for calling At&T where service is key, my name is William, how may I assist you today?"
  
  "Hello? Caller, are you there" you ask.
  
  *Heavy, raspy breathing*
  
  "Caller, can you hear me?"
  
  *Violent screaming*
  
  The line is dead, not as in the phone call ended, as in the phone has died and no more calls will be able to go through or come in.
  
  You then hear a lady screaming in her cubicle a few rows down. You stand up and see that blood is profusely pouring out of every orifice you can see: her eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.
  
  "Help me, please somebody call an ambulance, HELP ME!" she screams, as blood sprays with every word.
  
  > go Help Her
  You decide that the heroic thing to do would be to help the poor woman, so you rush over as fast as you can. She is frantically begging you to help her as she alternates between puking and spitting up blood. Once you reach her, you realize you only have very basic medical knowledge and you probably won't be able to help her, but you can at least try to calm her down, right?
  
  You try to say to her "Ma'am, it's going to be OK, ambulances are..."
  
  But you stop yourself when you see her eyes have slowly faded to black and have completely dilated.
  
  She lets out a low, venomous growl and latches her blood-stained teeth onto your arm.
  
  You yell, and with every ounce of strength you bash her head onto the desk, immobilizing her. You look down at your arm and see a greenish-yellow substance pooling around your wound. Before you have time to react, you fade to blackness.