I grew up in a small town named Clowne, Here i was forced to grow up faster than any normal kid living in a normal town. The infection spread through our town and on to the rest of the world. My father was one of the first. I just remember his skin cracking and breaking, then he got angry. My mother tried to calm him down but it was to late. To this day i don't know what stopped him killing me to but i prefer not to think about it.
I probably should have started with this but my name is Max Turner. I'm the seventeen year old zombie slayer. I had killed my first zombie when i was 13, all thanks to Bill. Bill rescued me from my house after hearing me cry and took me somewhere safe. He taught me how to protect my self after studying the Virus for years in a lab before the outbreak. When i was about fourteen he sacrificed himself for me when the infected attacked our shelter, I made it out but i never saw Bill after that.
I'm now hiding out in an abandoned hotel. The doors and windows are bricked up and there's only one way in, or out. At night you can still hear screams of survivors, after all this time. I believed i was one of the last alive in the world. No authority, No government and no one to help anymore. Everyone was dead, well, undead.
