World War Z
Amsterdam, New York
[I meet up with Billy McBillard again to discuss his events of before the war, naturally, we go to a Starbucks to discuss his past story.]
Day after day, swarm after swarm. They were looking for something. I'm not sure what, but they seem to be focused entirely on their hunt. Some may say they're just mindless killing machines, but I beg to differ. At first, there were few in between, you usually just see them on the news, a new strain of "rabies" they say, well I call bull. What kind of rabies infected creature could rise up after half their torso is missing? Not anything of this world is what. I lived on a farm, so I never really got to meet any of these crazies face-to-face, but darn it did they piss me off. Not directly, you see, but what they do. There use to be just the occasional driver that passes by, but since the Great Panic people came in droves. One after another they drove in their cars and stole my crop. It was one hell of a fight. A few managed to convince me to let them stay and they offered to help me with my work. By winter we were all well off, living off the crops and the dead were frozen. There was something off about the zombies around us, they didn't came in masses, but in groups. I personally think they're being controlled by someone, or something. Unfortunately any evidence I had on the farm is long gone now, burnt to a crisp.
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