My name is Blake Edwards, I have been in the army for ten years seeing action across the globe but nothing prepared me for this zombie invasion. We had heard about it many months before it actually arrived here, we all laughed at it, saying, "Zombies! What the fuck, there is nothing of the sort," life went on as usual for a while anyway.<br/><br/>We started to hear about incidents happening, people were being killed, ripped apart, we left it to the police to investigate, it was obviously a joker, someone trying to scare people into believing the ridiculous stories that was spreading around about these zombies..<br/><br/>Then one night everything changed ...........<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">__________________________________________</div></span><br/><br/>Blake had escaped the onslaught of the mass of townsfolk that attacked the base that fateful night, he was in the ammunition bunker, he watched his buddies being killed one by one, ripped apart by these ... these things ... these zombies, "what the fuck," he shouted, slamming the bunker door shut, "it's true, there are zombies."<br/><br/>His memory of the incident kept going through his head as he drove the hummer along the desert road, he hadn't seen any zombies for some time, pulling to the side of the road he decided to check his 'borrowed' load. The trailer was secure, he opened the read door of the hummer, inside, was weapons, dynamite, c4, enough to start a small war, also enough to keep a small army equipped to fight these fucking zombies if needed, "If only I could find some humans, or am I the only one left? Blake spoke aloud to himself.<br/><br/>He climbed on top of his hummer and looking through his powerful binoculars, he scanned the horizon, nothing at all points, but as he scanned again, was that a vehicle? He zoomed onto it, yes it was, "Survivors" he shouted as he jumped up and down on top of his vehicle.<br/><br/>Although Blake was jubilant he had found another group of survivors he decided to wait till nightfall, it was dangerous he knew that, but he hadn't seen any zombies for some time, he wanted to check this encampment out first, as he had met a few survivors before, one here, one there, but it wasn't long before they succumb to the disease.<br/><br/>It was only mid morning now and waiting for nightfall was a long time away, something he was used to, but his excitement to actually find a group of survivors was too much for him to bear, he started the engine of the hummer and as it roared into life he thought of his wife and their unborn child, her picture was above the speedometer, she was dead, she had become one of those, he had killed her before he left the base.<br/><br/>Turning the hummer towards towards where he saw the survivors, he drove slowly towards them.