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A Man screams helplessly, tears and blood streaming down his face and onto his silk robes, staining them and the bunny slippers that his wife and daughter had gotten him for his birthday the night before. The thought brought extra tears to his face as the lock clicked open to his Ford Focus, and he fell heavily into the driver's seat, slamming the door and inserting the key into the ignition. His family still slowly breaking through the small barrier he had hastily set up when he had come into the garrage. Hit daughter ( How else could he describe it?) Crawled through the small hole in the barricade, caughing up bodily fluids and blood, and cawing at him in that menacing little scream that he never knew the human body could even make...

He closed his eyes and drew a large breath, before reversing the vehicle out the now open garrage door, and thumping over a few bodies before skidding into the street and heading for the city. He relaxed a bit into his seat, wiping some of the tears away with his free hand as he navigated the road, then searching blindly for a few moments for a bottle of water he had put in the console the night before when they had gone to the movies. He sniffed, shaking his head as he turned onto the highway, and dodged around many of the ditched or slower vehicles he encountered. It never occured to him that much of the traffic was heading in the opposite direction, or that attack helicopters were strafing along the highway where surviving military and police deemed lost.

He saw a checkpoint ahead and shouted with glee, because he had made it! He was alive! But he wasn't paying attention to the signs telling him to slow down, or the small flare they fired to get him to lay off of the accelerator. Far too late a burst of automatic fire tore through the windshield and into his body, and his vehicle, now going top speed, slammed into the sandbag bunker, ripping an M240B out of its tripod and smashing two soldiers mannign the gun, before flipping end over end and coming to rest on the checkpoints only escape vehicle.

The man's name was Richard Limey, and he was a security guard at the local mall.
Richard Limey and many like him unknowingly hindered the military and local police enough for infected to gain the upper hand and eventually break out of the city, and spreading across the country.
Civil war would eventually occur in the middle of the infection, because civillian personell begin questioning whether the governemt was responsible for the outbreak or not, because of their inability to defend against it.
Richard limey. That d**k.