Zombies, we never stopped to think if that apocalypse was possible, now it's happened and we are scattered about like cockroaches. We are the sole survivors in Westchester County as far as we can tell. I have no clue if anyone will ever read this but if you do I want you to know that you are not alone in this fight. I don't even know why I'm writing this, probably just to get my head to wrap around the fact that everything we know is over.
I'll tell you who I am eventually but for now just listen.
It all started one night when my son Kurt came barging into my room (thank God Erik decided to go on that mission to Canada, he would have gotten quite the eyeful otherwise) looking absolutely terrified.
"Mother! MOTHER!" He shouted rounding the door so fast he nearly brained himself on my dresser, "Charles-tried to-gone insane-" there was a terror in his voice that I had never heard before, even when he was being hunted down like an animal he didn't sound like this. It scared me.