THE FUCKING INTERNET. That's about all that's left now. Everything and most everyone is gone. And now I'm typing on the internet because that's all that's left everything that I held close. Wait, let me back up. My name is Matt Mills. I am, was, an employee of Pass and Seymour Legrand.I just finished my first semester of school at Rowan Cabarrus Community College, with straight A's I might add, and have…fuck….had the best girl friend ever. I'm not sure exactly when it started, but I know when it hit home. A few days ago, I was hangin out as I do best after a slow day of work, when the TV started goin crazy. News channels coming on with blaring sirens. Emergency networks sounding alarms as if Armageddon was comin right this second. I'm not too big into watchin the news, since all it ever shows is negative bullshit. Someone robbing someone, someone killing someone, or some war breaking out. I try to keep myself at peace most of the time, so I keep stuff like that out of my way. Well this time I should have watched a little bit closer.At some point once I got all the clutter out of my head I got the gist of what was going on. There had been mass murders taking place the likes that had never been done. Vicious Attacks! No one was shooting anyone really, just attacking and….biting them to death. Who Bites? It was as if someone brought every dumb movie to life. I checked the internet as much as I could to see what was going on. Nothing was being said in depth about the situation, actually some of the shatter started to die out a few hours later. I figured it was some mental asylum chaos that had been taken care of. Wrong!A few hours after the EBS stopped sounding I figured I'd head up to Wal-mart to do my shopping. I'd gotten paid today so I figured I might as well treat myself to some goodies. Dear God! That was the only thought in my mind when I saw it. Hundreds of people in the parking lots fighting and running. They were moving very odd like. I mean, some of them were kinda dragging around like they were limping while others were moving fairly normal. Then Boom, one of the people slammed into my jeep. Like I don't have enough scratches in it he started clawing at my door. I always lock my doors, so I figured that wouldn't be an issue. Wrong again. One of them grabbed the handles while others climbed on my hood and roof. That was that. I gunned it as hard as I could taking a few of them with me. I got to the entrance after running a few people over (I'm sorry but I wasn't gonna wait and see what happened) and ran my ass inside. Some of the crazy ones got inside but were beat back out with brooms and bats and whatever else people could find. I guess I was mistaken for one of them, because I was caught in the chin with a broom.Once the gates were down and everyone agreed that I wasn't a threat, we began to settle in and see what was going on. No one as I could tell knew a thing. I'm not surprised actually; judging by the looks and names of these folks counting was probably an issue. One guys name was Cujo. Fucking Cujo. Anyway, as soon as things seemed normal again we heard some engine revving in the parking lot. This guy named Terry came running saying that we needed to come help. Ha. I'm sitting my black ass right here. I know how this shit goes. And I was right this time. While I was telling Terry to forget this dude, he gets bit. Tough break as far as I'm concerned. I told them to just leave the doors shut because someone was liable to get hurt, and look at him now. Bless his soul though, because that bite looks bad.So now, here's what we have. Crazy people biting and fighting for no odd reason. A guy bleeding to death and turning odd colors on the floor. Some other guy who doesn't look fit to tie his shoes name after a Dog. A couple of chicks (enough said). And a dude named Brian that may have just cost us all our lives. And of course, The Fucking Internet.
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