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Kylana was minding her on business on a cool Fall day. She was outside and enjoying one of her walks through the neighborhood, reveling in the feeling of the wind passing through her hair. A wooded area was coming up, one of her favorite places to go since it was more secluded, so she went straight in without hesitation. Midway through her walk through the woods, she heard the rustle of leaves coming behind her. She glanced behind and a squee came from her lips as a squirrel popped out from behind a tree. It was close too! Kylana moved towards it, clicking her tongue to get its attention. All the sudden, another squirrel come out from nowhere, and another, and another. She frowned as it was odd that so many were so close. Then she saw that some of them were missing flesh, revealing bones and muscle, and all had blood around their mouths. She stopped clicking her tongue and slowly started backing away from the pack of squirrels, when she stepped on a dry twig, making it snapped loudly. The squirrels made a strange hiss and took off after her, causing her to about face and sprint as fast as she could. The end was inevitable, the pack was faster then her and swarmed her, more squirrels appearing from the words at her screams, bearing her to the ground and feasting on her clothes and flesh.

The squirrels left with their victim no longer moving, but not long after, Kylana stood shakily back up. Her eyes were glassed and body limpish as she set off towards the neighborhood houses, a low moan escaping her lips. One of the squirrels turned back, leaping up Kylana's back to rest on her head, and they both went for the house that was coming up ahead.

Okay, I'll try something.

Akito was walking down a boardwalk, preparing to board a small yacht on a Summer day. He noticed that the wharf was a little too silent for Summer, especially in a fishing town. Akito didn't question it, though. He needed a vacation from work and his bitchy boss who never seems to give him a break. He had finally gotten his paperwork done and told the boss about it and as a return, she had given Akito a week off.

He had gotten onto the yacht he had reserved a day from the start of his vacation. Small, yet functionable as a sort of vacation boat. Before he departed, he saw some people lying down on the boardwalk, probably heatstroke or some hippie protest they were demonstrating. Akito paid it no mind and went out into the sea, starting the week off seemingly on the right foot.

It was dusk and Akito had gotten tired from the lonesomeness of being out fishing for the local cuisine he though he could copy. He sailed back to the wharf and docked the boat. As he started to walk down onto the planks, he saw people walking around, looking lost and confused. He also noticed flies buzzing around the boats, the smell of rotted flesh and blood on the sand nearby. Akito had questioned himself as to what had happened while he was away and sought to question the nearest "person" he could reach. The smell began to grow worse as he approached the "person". The torn shirt and cargo shorts and sores on its face make it look ominous. The "person" all of a sudden attacked Akito with a loud howl, struggling to eat Akito.

He threw the zombie to the side and started to run towards the parking lot. Wrong decision, as it turns out there was a horde of zombies, shuffling and some near him turning their heads towards Akito. Akito quickly turned around and headed back down the stairs to the wharf. He didn't know where else to turn, so he went to the yacht he rented out. On his way over, he took out his cellphone and started calling 911, with the automatic operator saying "No" in a mechanical and official way. He got the to yacht and cut the line holding it to the docks with a sharp knife (tied down by rope).

As Akito drifted away from the docks, he saw the chaos in the town. Smoke billowing from the houses and buildings and faint police sirens. As he had gotten into the storage part of the yacht to get the fishing pole that came with the boat, a zombie leaped from the opened door and proceeded to gnaw on Aktio's arm, him screaming at the top of lungs for God. He pushed the zombie away and locked the storage door, along with the rest of the depths of the small yacht. Akito made pained yells and grunts as he tried to bandage the wound. The orange sun had started to go down, making the sea a beautiful purple and dark blue, dancing with the orange and red the sun had cast on the sky. Akito's last sight of the world as he sat on the edge of the yacht from the tiredness of the assault, hearing the zombie scratching and growling at the door. He wearily called got out his cellphone and called another number he knew. The phone rang. A terrified voice. "Hello?" Akito's pain echoed from his voice through the phone. "********." His last words. He closed his eyes, and heard the gunshots and shrieks on the phone fade away.