My name is Jacob Moresea. I am 17. I am mankind`s lasthope of survival.
Three years ago, a plague struck with an ungodly force. Many died in the initial wave. The others, well, were turned into mindless, rabid zombies.

My first experience of a zombie attack was when I was at school in 9th grade, my first year of high school. We were all outside walking around the school`s track course for gym. I heard a few panicked shrieks from behind me and I turned around only find a zombie baring down on me. My Taijutsu skills kicked in right then as I rolled onto my back, positioned my feet at the zombie`s gut and used its momentum to drive it over my head in a crumpled heap on the floor, its neck broken.
The gym coaches dragged us away from the broken body and another ran to call the authorities.
We all had heard about zombie attacks lately but didn`t think too much of it. Now we were all scared senseless.
"Do you think there are more?" my best friend of eleven years, Kyle Goodwinn, asked me.
"Honestly, I don`t know," I replied truthfully."But I hope not."
"Children!" called Mr. Taho, our lead gym coach. "Gather `round and listen up! The local authorities are gone on active patrol, so the army is sending in a Chinook `copter to pick us all up!"
A few murmurs broke out about being evacuated by the military.
"We need to get to the school roof!" continued Mr. Taho. They will have to take so many students at a time so freshmen go first!"
We all lined up at the doors and slowly made it up to the roof.
A few minutes later, maybe five or six, We heard thhe steady hum of the Chinook heading our way.
A minute later, not one, but three helicopters appeared. They weren`t Chinooks either, they were Blackhawks.
Everyone hit the deck as the helicopters sent a volley of bullets at us.
After I recovered from my shock, I got up to see hundreds of dead!

Tell me if I should continue! Thank you! :3