My name is Butch Baker. I live in a rental home outside of New York city. I woke up and stared at my unfinished shed. “I’ve got to get that thing finished one of these days” I muttered to my self as I got dressed. I looked in the room I had filled with everything I would need for the shed on my way to the kitchen. I turned on the gas stove and put in a couple of hot dogs. Then I sleepily walked into the living room and started flipping though the channels. Strangely are the local channels weren’t working. I kept looking but even the crappy kiddy shit wasn’t on. After looking though blank screens and technical difficulties finally I found a working channel. It was an emergency news broadcast. A scared reporter alone on screen started talking “we recommend you stay calm, barricade your homes immediately, and wait for help to come.” Do not have contact with the infected at all cost, if you think you maybe infected isolate yourself from everyone and contact the emergency infected hotline.” I sat up and looked with wide eyes at the TV and thought what the hell is going on? The reporter put his finger to his headset thing, and then his eyes widen with fear and screamed “They are in the building!! Everyone run for your- his sentence was cut of from a scream from some where off screen as the camera turned to see a man covered blood biting the shoulder of a woman who worked there as others ran at the camera. Soon I heard screams as the camera fell to the ground and blood spray across the floor. Finally the screen turned into static. I stared wide eyed at the screen for a few minutes trying to process what just happened. Then I heard a scream outside. I looked out a small window and saw a man running from a man who looked like he had vomited blood allover himself. I recognized both of them, they were my only neighbors. The man who was chasing the other one let out a blood curling scream and clawed at him anytime he got close. This must be the infected people they were talking about I thought to myself. The man pulled a gun out and stood still so he could get good shot at his infected room mate. He fired a few times and hit him in his shoulder but the infected just recoiled and tackled to him to the ground. He put up his arms to shield himself as the infected man flailed his arm at him. Then the infected bit deeply into his arm. The man managed to shove him off and grab the gun. The man fired as the infected charged again, this time the bullet went though the man’s skull I saw the bit of brain exploded out the back of his head. Then the man got up and cried looking at the bite and his room mate. I ran to the door to see if he was ok. But as I turned to the door I heard a single gun shot, I looked back at the window that now had blood splatter all over. The man had shot himself… my god. I then knew what I had to do. I grabbed a hammer and nails and got to work. I forting every window and door on the first floor. Then I walked upstairs to the attic. I walked in and set down the 2x4 next to the hammer when I heard the shallow breathing. My eyes turned wide with fear as I slowly turned looked behind me at the only window. In the shallow light from the broken window I saw a woman covered in blood. At first she just stared at me with those sick eyes. I stared with my eyes scared as I slowly reached for my hammer. She stumbled a little and grunted before she lifted her head to look at me and screamed. She ran at me shrieking insanely I grabbed the hammer and swung with all my might. I swung until I crushed her skull, she fell the ground and bleed out all over the floor with the hammer in her head. I reducibly pulled the hammer from her skull and tried to with the blood of on my shirt. I quickly boarded up the window the sound of the hammer drowned out the sounds of sick moans and banging softly on the door. I looked at the only possible entrance and smirked “let’s see those freaks get past this” I said to myself -as I walked down stairs. Then I smelled something funny and then my eye grew big as I ran to the kitchen. I made it the living room and saw the flames everywhere. The hot dogs had caught fire. The fire spread quickly as I ran to the attic. I ran upstairs and grabbed the hammer. I swung it at the boarded up window. I heard a loud crack as the hammers head flu off. The fire grew louder and hotter as I desperately clawed at the boards. I screamed for help but the only answer was the screams off the infected waiting for a meal. I managed to pull off two boards when the fire had burnt though the kitchens ceiling. The flames quickly surrounded me as I managed to pull off another board. I was about to kick the last board to freedom when I heard a sharp scream as a man jumped though the door and tackled me into the flames. I screamed as my skin tightened as it was burnt off my body. The infected swarmed in ignoring the flames and feasted on my burning flesh.