It had been another late night for Jamie. He had just finished fixing old man Reynolds 12 gauge that he had brought in earlier in the day. He had worked as a apprentice in his father's gun shop, learning the trade so that he may one day take over the business. Looking over at the clock Jamie saw that it was 3am. Before he calls it a night he decides to test fire the shotgun and heads down to the basement, the gun in hand, and picks up a bean bag shell and loads the gun. He takes aim at the rubber target at the far end of the basement and fires the weapon. He smiles, seeing that it worked perfectly and decides to turn in.<br/><br/>He walks back upstairs to his room and into his room. He made sure the shotgun was empty and put it on safety before placing it on top of his dresser. He walked over and sat down on his bed and opened the drawer of his nightstand to see his 9mm handgun that his father had given him for his twenty first birthday. He put the gun back in the drawer and lied down on his bed and drifted off to sleep.<br/><br/>Jamie slowly woke up to the sound of people screaming. "What the?" He sat up and grabbed his 9mm thinking that his house was being robbed, and his mother being attacked. He quickly exited his room, pistol drawn, and saw that there was no one. Still hearing people screaming he walked over to his living room window and looked outside. He watched in shock to see people running everywhere, in some cases seeing people attacking and biting others.