• As the wind blew at 12:00a.m in New York City, a new threat to humanity awakened. On Echo Street a young woman was watching T.V as everything was normal, she lived next to a Gun Shop that was owned by her brother. Her name is Amber Michelle Heart, and this is her story.

    I woke up around 6:00a.m to the sounds of great moans and what kind of sounded like someone had just ripped something off. But of course, being as lazy as I am, I just sat in bed for a good 20 minutes listening. I mean, its New York this stuff happens everyday. When I finally decided to get up, I looked out my crappy apartment window. All I could really see is my brother’s Gun Shop’s sign “Mike’s Guns.” It read. So I got dressed and went to go say hello to my brother as usual. As I went outside my apartment door I had a strange chill spinning up my back as I walked out. As if something was going to happen. I don’t really believe in my natural human insists as you can see.

    I walked down the apartment stairs and noticed the main door was broken. (As usual.) So I didn’t even mind it and walked outside. The moaning had stopped, and I had already made it to the front door of my brother’s shop. CLOSED the sign read, but if I were the type to pay attention to signs I would have gotten an A on my driving test the first time. So I opened the door and walked merely inside. “Mike!” I called to my brother. “You here?” I asked. The placed was wrecked with all of the ammo poured out to the hardwood floor. Then I was worried, Mike had always been a neat freak. I question why he decided to own a gun shop in the first place.

    Anyway, I jumped behind the glass counter and walked into the employee break room, or so Mike calls it. It’s actually more like his house then a break room. (I wouldn’t be surprised if he spent the night here actually.) I walked in and a HUGE piece of the wall was missing. It looked as if the Hulk came here last night. Then somehow I was able to move after having that much of a shock. But then again I have been through a lot lately so that’s NOTHING compared to what I’ve been through now.

    As I walked though the broken bricks of what used to be a room, I noticed a HUMAN body on the ground. It didn’t look like my brother, it looked more like someone got the plague and died. I noticed green slim coming out of it as I picked it up. Like blood. I looked into its eyes as it laid there on the ground. But of course that didn’t freak me out because I am used to this sort of thing. (I examine dead bodies for murder cases as a living.) So I liked the dead more than the living.

    I walked away from the body and as I was in the doorway that leads to the shop I heard the same moan as I did when I woke up. I turned around to see the dead body get up. It didn’t move for 2 seconds, and then it saw me. I met eyes with it, its eyes where all white, not a spot black. It was quiet, until it came running for me. I quickly turned around to grab the gun on the counter. It was halfway to me as I pulled the trigger, but of course, (with MY luck.) the gun was out of ammo. The ‘zombie’ grabbed my hand as I tried to turn around to get the ammo clip from the counter.
    I shoved it off and grabbed the clip. While the zombie got up I shot the bullets into his head, 5 times. To make sure it was dead I shot it again when it hit the ground. I quickly got the hell out of there! So now here I am in the middle of the street at 7:00 a.m. in New York, New York. And the only question in my head right now is: Does this mean I don’t have to go to work?