So here it is folks. My first ever zombie story! B kind, with your critisism.

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To Whom It May Concern……..

……. My name is Anne Nicksfield…. I am 5’4, 20 years of age. I have brown hair and blue eyes. Why, you ask would you need to know this…. The answer is simple… identification. When and if this problem should ever be solved, I’d like whom every finds my corpse to know who I am. To die and not be remembered is to never have been alive at all. And I refuse to be among the hundreds of faceless dead that strew the streets of the city formally known as Amber City. …

I am not writing this for fun… please let me make that clear. Nor am I sitting here trying to kill time. I am writing this to explain to you the series of events that accrued over this past week. I hope to save you the trouble of piecing together the mystery of why everyone is dead, or sort of dead…

I haven’t much time see…. I am the only one left… maybe… I can’t be sure. But as of this moment I am held up in and abandoned apt. building …. Alone! I can hear them at the door. Soon enough they will get in, I hope to be dead by then.

I wasn’t always alone. My party originally consisted of 4 other people beside myself. None of them I had known prior to the outbreak. There was Leane (5’9, about my age, black hair, and brown eyes; incase she turns up). Then John and Adam (brothers, John was older. 6’1 and 5’11, brown hair and both had green eyes). And there was Jason (6’2, blonde hair, and blue eyes). I couldn’t have known these people more then seven days but I still feel closer to them as if I have known them for years.

I suppose it would only be logical to go through it from the beginning. This is not the revelations of an insane woman. The following it completely