Dying Moments

So... this is it. The story of my life. An autobiography if you will. Well it's like this- my life is horrific! All these classes to deal with and almost no break. Obviously this isn't the real issue, it's just an annoyance that mixed with other annoyances makes it a terrible part of everyday life. Something changed one day though... like a change in population. It was a cloudy day with no one around seemingly and I was coming back from the store, a bit tired from the boring day. As I was getting in my car, I saw a man running with half his guts hanging out... WAIT HIS GUTS!? I jump out the car and run over to the man who collapsed on the ground. "Hey... hey!" I said to him. His eyes were barely open and it seemed like he was losing way too much blood. "H-hang on... I'll c-call for help..." I pulled out my phone and dialed 9-1-1. For some reason, it automatically went to voicemail. The hell? I try again about three times before going back to the man. I was about to tell him to hang on a bit longer, but he's already dead. There's no saving what happened to him... what did happen to him? I turned at the sound of a moan. A very wretched, terrifying moan that made me jump. "EH??" I saw what seemed to be a creepy guy that looked like he was already dead, along with missing an arm. "Woah woah big guy... chill out..." He.... well IT stared at me for a second and started advancing towards me. "H-h-hey get back!" I fell on my butt and started scooting back to my car. "Back up dude!" I got on my feet and pushed the thing back. As it was getting back up, I hopped in my car and charged out of there. "Oh god..." As I was driving to my dorm room at my college, I saw those disgusting things attacking people. What's happening? I tune in on the radio in hopes I'd hear something. To my surprise, I hear a pandemic alert on the radio. "To all who is listening, this is a horrifying plague that has no cure at the moment. It has regenerative abilities in dead people that bring corpses back to life in a way that they show no emotion or livelihood at all. If you see any of these infection bodies, run away immediately. This is not a lie. This is not a game. Stay in your homes and if you can, barricade them shut from the outside world. Do not try to contact any of your families or loved ones. The military will arrive soon to contain the outbreak and save any and all survivors. This is not a lie. This is not a game." The message started repeating and after listening on twice more I made it back to my dorm. I ran in my house and shut the door and locked it. After taking it all in, I was scared to even move. This isn't any virus... this is a goddamn zombie apocalypse. There's corpses walking around attacking people and I know exactly what they do when they connect a bite to their targets. What do I do? Where do I go if things get bad here? How will I survive by myself? I had so many questions but not nearly enough answers. I tried calling my parents on my phone, but my it went to voicemail immediately. Damn it... why is this happening? I barely looked out my window and saw more of those... things. After confirming where they were, I boarded up the window. After that I heard knocking at the front door. Not even gonna open it... not risking it. I started to bar the front door with little troubles. After it was all done I sat in my living room couch and turned on the news to see if there's any developments in whatever is happening. The news was staticky, but it was clear enough to hear. "In development of this, scientists out of country have determined that this is a deadly strain of a unknown virus. We don't know where it came from or how to cure it, but we're working on it as fast as possible. Until then, the country of the United States of America will be put on total lockdown from the outside world. Nobody will be able to leave or go in the US except for military personnel that will save any survivors possible. Any people who try to leave on a boat will be blown up. This may be extreme measures, but we have no other means to stop this strain from reaching another part of the world. The land border to Mexico will be protected by 24/7 military personnel. If your a survivor in the US right now, please heed our warnings and stay safe. All it takes is a tiny bit of DNA from the infected to infiltrate your body and kill you so please until the military arrives to your locale, don't leave your safe spot..." The news finally stopped and I was totally left in shock. The whole country is... infected. And the rest of the world is gonna lock us out... I couldn't help but punch a wall in anger. "Damnit!!" I shouted. Why would they do this?! There are people here! Even IF the military storms the country and saves as many people as possible their bound to miss some and they'll be left to die! I punched the wall again. Afterwards I heard noises, like scratching at my front door. Ah I guess I made too much noise... I grabbed the only viable weapon I could find, which was my steel baseball bat from tee ball. Effective sure, but it's not like I have experienced killing a zombie before. In movies, it takes the characters some time to learn about what the zombies actually were. Well I'M NOT STUPID. It's pretty clear that those things outside wouldn't mind coming in here and ripping me apart limb from limb. The scratches didn't stop and there were perhaps even more clawing now. They must get attracted by the sounds of the clawing... damn! A window to my right was shattered by a hand blasting straight through it. "What the hell??" I ran toward the hand of what appeared to be one of those things and went down on it as hard as I could with my bat. The hand was severed and the flailing arm was hanging there. Right.... they don't feel pain. I heard my front door start to break down to their repeated assault on it. I punched a wall... TWICE and now their everywhere! Another zombie went completely through my window and into my living room. "Aaah! Get back!" I swing my bat into its skull, knocking it down. The front door broke and zombies were shuffling in. Shit shit shit where do I go!? I remembered that I have a second floor, but the zombies from my front door are blocking the stairs. With my bat, I swinged into the zombies ribs, it drops. I swing again and miss. "Damnit..." the zombie grabs my hand and brings it to its mouth. "No! S-Screw you!" I shoved the zombie back into another one. As their getting on their feet, I'm rushing up the stairs and to my room. Locked...