The first confirmed report didn’t come from a lab, or a military base, or even a hospital. It came from a quiet rural emergency call, logged at 03:17 AM. The operator noted something unusual: the caller wasn’t panicking. He sounded confused. He kept repeating the same sentence over and over, like a loop stuck in his brain. “He’s still moving… but he shouldn’t be.” When responders arrived, they found a man standing in the yard, unresponsive to voice,...

The Beginning of the Zombie Apocalypse – Part 3 Today I feel really good. Maybe it’s because for the first time since “it” started, I actually slept for twelve hours. I truly fell into such a deep sleep that I probably wouldn’t have heard a bomb exploding right under my window. I decide to use this surge of energy and go on a small reconnaissance. I can move across the balconies to a few neighboring apartments. But I won’t be able to reach those located...

The Beginning of the Zombie Apocalypse – Part 2 I finally pull myself together and step outside the apartment, and behind me Nicole locks the door twice with shaking hands, then a second later I hear the peephole slide open because she is still watching me, making sure I do not disappear like the others, and I stand there in the stairwell listening to the slow, rhythmic dripping of water from the ceiling, drip after drip echoing through the empty floor while a growing puddle spreads...

The Beginning of the Zombie Apocalypse – Part 1 It all started the day before yesterday. I was sitting with two friends in a bar called “Rock”. That night, Mark felt like drinking himself unconscious. Walter, always up for this kind of thing, confidently declared he would keep up with him. I joined as much as I could, though I was already imagining my girlfriend screaming at me when I got home. “Don’t worry, she’ll yell and then stop. Then there will be a...