It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine-Rem

I groggily woke up and went to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of jeans and green plaid shirt. I walked over to the bathroom to do my hair My emerald green eyes were sunken from exhaustion from the concert last night and my deep orange hair was messy. My face was full of dotted freckles. I started to untangle my hair and tie it into one long ponytail. I looked outside of my apartment window. At first my mind couldn't register what I saw. The streets were bare except for a few bodies surrounded by small pools of blood. There were broken down cars and trucks all over the place.

   I hurried over to the kitchen and grabbed a chef's knife. My palms were sweaty against the metal handle of the blade. I grabbed my phone and called 911 but got no response. I tried to turn the tv on but there was no power. I was starting to freak out. I wandered outside the safety of my apartment. I knocked on the door of my neighbor, Glinda's, door. The only response I got was a heavy THUMP. I opened it to see what was the matter, knife in my hand. It lunged at me and knocked me down and I had dropped to knife. The reanimated body of the old lady attempted to bite into my skin, her nails clawing into my shoulder. I managed to get on top of her. I reached to my right for the knife. Once it was in my hand I mercilessly stabbed into her but nothing happens until I got it into her skull. Of course it was the head. That's what every zombie show had said. But this is no cheesy horror show.

   I dropped the knife in realization of what I had just done. I had murdered the sweet old woman who comforted me when my parents died in a plane crash on their way home from Boston, visiting Aunt Cindy. The woman who came over every day with a tub of soup and cookies when I was sick. Glinda was an amazing woman who give her life to save a stranger and I just took it. Tears formed in my eyes but I knew that whatever that was, it wasn't Glinda. Not anymore at least.

     Then a woman who seemed to be in her  mid-thirties, about ten years older than me at the age of 24, dresses in dark blue medical scrubs with cranberry red long sleeve undershirt enters the apartment to see what had happened. She held a surgical scalpel to defend herself from the dead. " Don't hurt me, please.", she begged. I looked at her confused. Fear was in her eyes. These seemed to be extremely dark times.
"Why would I?", I question. This whole day has been bizarre.

"I'm Dr. Olive Lopes. And let's just say people aren't so friendly to newcomers these days. I need help to get to my lab in the New Orleans Institute of Medical Research and Evaluation.", She pleaded.

"Uh ok. Why?" I asked her skeptically.

" I was on the team researching this virus. We were supposed to ship a vial of it to the CDC in Atlanta for further analysis but the virus escaped. If we get there before our backup systems go down and download the research on a hard drive then maybe someday we could have a cure. I know it's risky but I think we can do it. We can't afford to lose that research.", she throughly informed. I had to admit that it was tempting to get rid of all this but she was right it was risky. There was also a chance that no one would find the hard drive. But we had to try.

"Ok sounds like a good idea. I'm Kyla Smith. A regular high school science teacher.", I replied and we set off. The center wasn't far but a place delicates to medicine at a time like this would always be dangerous. It really only took  a half hour walk. We talked about our lives before this. Olive had two PhDs in medicine and chemistry, and had once lived in New Mexico in her childhood but came here for work. I told her about my parents and Glinda. I also told her about some of the funniest times in my teaching career. The students I tought contained quite a few jokers who were undoubtedly hilarious.

We occasionally passed by a zombie and took it out. I still felt a little guilt though. These were living breathing people once with there own complex lives. Soon enough we heard loud growl and we carefully looked round the corner. It was a massive horse in front of the medical institute. Sadly and lucking (luckily for us) a helicopter broke down in the middle of the sky. Someone obviously tried to stay in the sky, away from the dead, and ran out of fuel. The horde went in that direction and we ran for the building. Once inside you could see that it had been abandoned despite still having power. We took the stairs just in case the power went out while in the elevator.

   We went up to floor six and ran to the office labeled 'O. Lopes'. She logged into the desktop and started to download while I stood watch. Within minutes the download was completed. We ran back down and Olive stuffed the hard drive in her yellow backpack and we also grabbed some medicine they were manufacturing. Then we heard the groaning again. It seemed that the dead were done with their helicopter feast because they were back. We ran for it and then I saw it. My school was turned into a refugee camp. There were guards with actual guns. "You bit?!" They yelled, aiming there weapons at us and the incoming horde.

"No!" Olive called back to them. They let us in and they started firing at the horde. I wandered over to my classroom. The black tables were cleared from all of the chemistry textbooks that I laid out for today's lesson and instead held injured people. One had a knife in his arm and others had terrible gashes. It was horrible to look at. Olive who had followed me here immediately started to tend to them after telling the other caregivers tending to them that she was a doctor too. One of them I recognized as Patty Cumberbatch, the school nurse. She was tending to a child with small cut on his head and a large shard of glass in his hand. Olive decided to help remove and clean the boys glass wound first.

I had to look away. That much blood was too much for me but I had the feeling it wasn't the last that I'd see out here. I ended up getting me and Olive a cot in the gymnasium. While setting up I met a teenage girl. She came up to me and said hi. Her older brother caught up, chasing after his sister. Her name was Lily and her brother was Jayden. Lily was 18 and Jayden was 24. Lily had bright blonde hair with green eyes, while her brother had messy dirty blonde with blue. Lily also wore a shirt with paint splat designs and jeans. Jayden wore a black dry fit hoodie with jeans.

Eventually I got to know them quite well. Their parents were in Orlando for their anniversary and they owned a hunting camp not too far from here where they planned to reunite with them. Olive cane over. "Everyone is stable", she informed us.

"This is Olive. I told you about her.", I introduced them.

" Nice to meet you, Doc.", Jayden greeted. Lily shook her hand. We silently agreed to not give them false hope on a cure. The nice moment was interrupted when the guards ran inside to warn us that the zombies were incoming and there were too many. Everyone was clamming to the western side of the school but I knew that exit would be locked. "This way!", I commanded to my new friends and they followed. The eastern exit would be unlocked as it's the entrance taken by the janitors and they always forget to lock it.

We burst outside and some other people followed us and got out too. "How did you know it wasn't locked?", Jayden asked me.

"I work here", I said panting. Jayden led us to his truck and we drove out of there quickly. We were heading to their hunting camp. After a while I got in a habit to referring to Olive as Doc and she seemed to be fine with it. We then stopped at a small shop. I saw the sign which said Bill's Gun Shop. We hopped out and began to loot the weapons. I found a new, nice combat knife and helped myself to a shiny beretta pistol, ammo, and Jayden said we would help me attach a suppressor. I grabbed a holster and wrapped it around my belt and continued to loot. I know that Jayden would have to help me learn to shoot though. Then I heard it. It was the cocking of a gun. I turned around to see a man with brown hair with bits of grey and a boy about 23 like me. The boy had wild brown hair with brown eyes. The older man, about 50 had a shotgun and the boy had a black rifle with a small scope on it. Both of the men had a tan complexion. I reached for my new pistol and aimed but my arms were shaking. I was scared out of my mind.

Author's notes: Sorry there wasn't much dialogue and progress in this chapter but that was just to get the ball rolling so we can have an amazing story. Please give feedback and suggestions!
If you could point out any mistakes that would be appreciated. Also sorry if it's rushed.