<div class="floatleft">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/19100000/Chris-Hemsworth-chris-hemsworth-19135826-877-1222.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">NAME:</span></strong> Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">AGE:</span></strong> 26<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">TAG:</span></strong> Open </span><br/><br/>His hands trembled as his blurred vision began to regan its self.  Down was up, or was up down?  He didn't know nor did he care at the moment, his head ached, chest hurt, he smelled blood, was it his?  Or theirs?  he felt liquid trickle down from his chin, He was upside, how did he get here?  Lifting his weighted hand to his face he pulled it away and looked on in shock.<br/><br/>Blood.<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><strong>DAY 1</strong></div><br/>Green eyes with a soft blue hue to them stared off into nothingness as the waitress asked him once more<strong>"What will ya have hun? you awake there?"</strong>The small TV played on in the corner about some sort of flu outbreak, you know the kind they tell everyone to worry about but most dont.  He lifted his gaze to the elderly lady.<strong>"Yeah sorry, the special..."</strong>he smirked with a soft nod.  The old lady seemed nice, she also seemed to have this flu the TV was blabbing about cause she covered her mouh many times as she did her rounds of the small roadside dinner he had decided to eat at.<br/><br/>Four years had brought him this far, A navy seal on liberty to spend a month at home in oregon.  He could've flown up from his base in San Diego, however his new jeep wrangler was awaiting him when he got home.  Plus a three day road trip to clear his mind before seeing his crazy parents wouldn't hurt either.  He had good news, he was promoted in rankings, no longer a petty officer first class.<em>Now as Chief Petty Officer Phoenix!</em>he could hear his fathers voice in his head which brought a smile to his face.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He coughed lightly as his vision was fully back now.  he had rolled the jeep, but how? looking about he saw shattered glass and rock laying about.  Realization hit him hard.  He had sirved to miss the "man thing" in the road, looking back then fowards again.  He didn't see the truck, as it drove by him plowing into a building.  He swirved to miss that, hit a parked car, and rolled into the campus yard.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>DAY 2</strong></div><br/>The radio was blasting as he zipped up the coastline towards home, only a few more hours to go, hit up a motel, then off to home he'd go.  He held a soft smile as the Rob Thomas song on the radio got interupted.<strong>"URGENT NEWS REPORT!..."</strong>an odd british sounding voice came over the radio<strong>"Phase one quarentine in effect, all persons are to retire to their homes and to stay there until further notice, military personal will be around, this is not a drill! I repeat this is...."</strong>The radio was flicked to Aux as he plugged his Zune into the port<strong>"turn my damn music off for non sence"</strong>he muttered into the wind as he blared another matchbox 20 song.<br/><br/>Later that night he found a small roadside motel with vacany.  Renting a room he retired as the radio man said to do but first he enjoyed a brisk yet relaxing shower then was off to bed ignoring the man next to moaning and coughing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>DAY 3</strong></div><br/>Lifting his bloody hand to the belt buckle he released it falling to the roof of the jeep with a thud and groan<strong>"Dammit"</strong>he said as he wiggled hismelf around.  Reaching up he grabbed a small backpack which was in eye shot, then turning his atention to the glove box he retrieved a small revolver.  He shoved it into the bag as he cralwed from the wreckage.<br/><br/>He had seen the dead bodies lying about in the streets, and he had seen the things eating them.  He had always joked at how cool it would be for a zombie apocolyps to happen and at how much fun he'd have.  However as he stood up from the over turned jeep with a groan of pain, he had never felt so alone, except the for the small group of things walking towards him.  With shifting eyes they focused on the nearest thing to him, the university.<br/><br/>With a mad dash, and some invented cuss words to ward away the pain, he made it to the side of the building tugging on the nearest doors to him<strong>"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!"</strong>he spat the words out before an idea arived in his head.  Grabbing a small, fist sized rock, he bashed away a window about 6 feet off the ground, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the school.  With a few more invented cuss words and pain driven flexing muscles he pulled himself up and into the building before falling to the tilled floors of the school with a thud and a<strong>"Fuck!"</strong>