Disturbed/Issue 1

This is the first Issue of Disturbed.

Issue
Death. That seems to be the only thing happening now. Everywhere I go it's only death. I've never been able to live a life even resembling anything near normal since man decided to start eating one another. Even after five years of this hell on earth I have yet to find anywhere where I can even lie down for a second without having to constantly think about being eaten alive. The worst part of this isn't even how flesh eating fucks are out to get you every second of the day, it's how humanity has turned on itself. If you were to find a place without any zombies, there's still a human there to fuck up your day. Man didn't decide to bond together in order to get pass this problem, no instead they decided the better idea would be to kill each other over anything useful. So I walk around everyday, without an actual goal in mind, just hoping that I don't get killed. I've lost everything, and I don't know why I continue everyday. Nothing in the world would change if I were to die right now, I never promised anyone I would continue to live. I don't really live, I just go through the motions everyday. Walk around, search through abandoned houses, hope to meet another human being that doesn't like to eat fellow human's alive. Right now as I say all of this I'm just once again going through the motions, walking around without even thinking.

I'm walking through another house, an empty house that doesn't contain anything. Once again another day of the same. But then I walk into another room and I see a baby cradle in there. I look inside of it and I see a dead baby lying inside of it. Oh god this is fucked up, the baby is missing one of it's eyes and has it's guts hanging out of it. I collapse to my knees and I just stare at the baby. I'm sick of this shit, there is no point in living. This is our extinction, if babies can't even fucking live in this apocalypse then how the fuck does anyone expect there to be any future after this. I should just fucking die right now. Then I hear a growl behind me, and when I look back I see a zombie crawling towards me.

"Just fucking end me you little shit." I say, with tears falling out of my eyes. "YOU AND YOUR KIND HAVE ALREADY FUCKED HUMANITY, JUST END ME ALREADY. I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO LIVE FOR."

The zombie crawls closer to me, and I look at it right in the eye. I'm tired of all of this, I'm tired of this fucking apocalypse, and I'm fucking tired of seeing death everywhere. The zombie grabs my leg and leans in to bite me, but right as it's about to finally finish me off I hear a yell. I instantly get up and stomp the zombie's head in. I quickly run out of the house to see a man being corned by about ten zombies. I quickly sprint over there and knock one down. I take out my knife, but before I can do anything a zombie's hand wraps around my arm. The man rips the zombie off me and I quickly stab the downed one in the head. I look at the other nine zombies and I quickly grab the man by the arm and I yank him away from the zombies. One of them lunges at us, but I quickly stab it in the eye and bring it to the ground. I yank my knife out of it's eye, only to be tackled by a zombie. I push it off me just in time to kick another zombie away from me. I push myself up and stomp the zombie's head in. I look at the other one I kicked down and I keep my foot on it's chest to keep it down. I stab another one in the head, and quickly turn around to punch another one. The man knocks one down and trips another zombie. I turn around and grab one zombie's head and ram it's head into another one's, squashing their heads. I quickly stomp on the zombie's head that I've been holding down. I stab another in the head, and quickly fling it at one of the zombies that got up. The man quickly stomps on a downed zombie's head while I stab the last one in the head.

"Thanks for the help man, the name's Colby." The man says, and he stretches his hand out to me.

"The name's Eric Jackson." I respond, and I shake his hand.

"We should probably find someplace safe to lay down, the sun is starting to set. We could get acquainted with each other then." Colby says, and I nod to him.

After searching for a while we found a house empty of any infected and we covered the front door with a couch, and the back door with a cabinet. I'm sitting down in a chair digging into a can of beans we found while Colby is leaning back against a wall eating some canned corn we found.

"So Eric, what's your story?" Colby asks me.

"I lost my entire family, and I've basically been drifting for the past years, I've occasionally met people, but they've always been out of their mind." I respond.

"I was seperated from my family when this whole thing started, and for a year I tried to reach them, but I was constantly being held back by groups of bandits, or giant hordes of zombies. And when I finally reached them the only person alive was my brother. We stumbled around for a couple of years, until he got bit one day. I had to put him down so he wouldn't turn. Ever since then I've just been drifting around, until you luckily found me. And you aren't insane like most other people I've met, well I hope." Colby says.

"Well I'm going to try to get some sleep, good night man." I say, and I quickly drift to sleep.

'''I stand in a pile of blood, and I look forward to see my wife's lifeless body hanging off a spike. I'm at a lose for words, then I see something move out of the corner of my eye, and I turn around to see someone run away. I chase after the man and I manage to grab the back of his shirt. I quickly yank him back and I knock him down to the ground. Without thinking I start punching the man repeatedly in the face without stopping, one after another I keep punching him. Then I see two other people sprinting at me and they drag me off the man. I start to fight back but it's futile because the two men easily outmuscle me and the man I was punching starts to kick me repeatedly.'''