Personal Narrative: The Virus Murder

It was a hot, sunny day and Kayle was out at the park taking a quick jog on the walking trail.

It was never supposed to get this bad. A few cases but never like this. Dead line the streets and the biggest question in the city is “Who is next?”. It started out small, this awful plague, but now almost everyone I know has either been infected or has died. I walk down the streets and groaning and moaning are emanating from the houses. Wheelbarrows full of people wheel through town. Everything seems so surreal but my mission had to be the most important thing right now. I had to get water to my brother, who is infected

It’s a dark and cloudy day at Salome High School. Not a single living being to be seen, why is that? You see it started out as a normal Monday morning; I was grabbing my breakfast from the lunch lady when she sneezed as loud as a horn on my food. I was appalled and walked away; however, everyone else seemed to enjoy the snot filled waffles. I decide to take a nap in the library until the first bell rang, little did I know it wasn’t going to. I awake to a loud thump outside, I ponder the time I spent sleeping. When I opened up the blinds I was shocked to see all the blood on the window. I know exactly what this is, the zombie apocalypse. You see, scientist have been predicting the apocalypse for a few months now and I’ve been preparing. I grabbed

It was February 12, 2006. My wife and I are about to get ready for the day we’ve been waiting for, we are finally going to seek justice for the man that killed my innocent 4 year old daughter. Since March 3rd I have slept absolutely none, but after today everything will be finished with.

What if you were sent to jail for a robbery that excelled to a murder that you didn’t commit. Well this event happened to a young black boy, named Steve, that was influenced by his environment. The crime that Steve was a part of was robbery and first degree murder.The reason he took part in these events are unknown, but one thing that is certain is he will be charged and have to be proven innocent or guilty. What do you think? Will Steve be proven innocent or guilty of the crimes he was charged with? In all honesty Steve should be held accountable for the robbery with his associate’s James King and Bobo Evans but not for the charge of first degree murder of Mr. Nesbitt (the drug’s store owner). After reading all the evidence it can be proven

The year is 1967 and Theodore Bundy, an average American college student has fallen in love with Stephanie, a dark haired co-ed of the same state university. He convinces her to go on a few dates, but she quickly loses interest, later citing his lack of ambition. The rejection on his heels, Bundy shifts gears and spends the next six years of his life transforming himself into the law student of her dreams. When they meet again Bundy holds the upper hand and Stephanie falls in love. A short time after the small wedding ceremony Bundy abandons Stephanie during a ski vacation and she never hears from him again.(2)

Sometimes I inquired myself how I lived this far in life. My father and my mother demised from the plague or what we consider it, “The Black Death” a few weeks ago. It originated from ships coming into port that transferred contaminated rats. It was a tragedy to so many people lose their loved ones, especially that my parents were the strong role in our lives. Not only that, but friends are no longer are friends and either are dead or enemies. My and other families are trying to survive. Each day, someone else gets the plague and is no longer with us. My whole entire world is falling apart right now. It was a catastrophe for all the people who lived in Constantinople in Europe, including my three siblings

One day there was a disease that killed million of people and It was called the RED DEATH. I was there with Prince Prospero when the disease broke out. My family died of the disease so he brought me in the the abbey and thousand other people. I walked in and I saw seven room in a wallway.

Anna was walking home from her job thinking it's the same thing everyday I wake up go to my minimum wage job then go home nothing new. Anna finally arrived to her lonely small apartment she had no family ever since they died in a house fire last year, she walked inside and went to her fridge and pulled out some old chinese takeout from last week, and ate it while walking to the couch she plopped down on her couch with her food in hand and turned on the TV, she turned it on the news she saw that it was a serial killer on the loose in her area. It scared her a little but she thought what are the odds of him killing me. Anna turned the TV off and went to sleep, but she did not realize that she did not close her window. While she rested peacefully

I can still remember everything from the first day of the outbreak. We were sitting next to each other on the couch, like we did every night. The television was playing something that I wasn’t watching and we were both dozing off to sleep when an emergency broadcast started. The presenter on the screen reported of a virus that had evolved from only infecting insects to infecting humans. She talked about words like ‘apocalypse’ and ‘zombies’ only the host of the virus turns numb and mindless, not much like the zombies from our movies we watch together.

“I remember I was waiting anxiously on a windy Friday 13th at about 2 or 3 to enter the Museum of Death, but since it was their Grand Opening there was a lot of people, as you would expect. As Shannon, my mom and I were waiting in line, we saw people that you would typically be the murderer or a serial killer in a scary, movie but we didn’t think much of it because it was a museum about death, what else was I supposed to expect.”

We both started out in the same place, in an abandoned warehouse in Tampa, Florida. It. was just Anthony and myself, Glenn. On October 13, 2025 the day of the outbreak, Anthony was in a hospital recovering from a head injury. He was asleep when I went to get him out of there. I had to get him out of the hospital, there were creatures walking around the earth with blood on their faces, trying to eat people like Anthony and I. We called these creatures, biters.

“Get down,” I say, pushing my agent-in-training Xavier to the ground. “Turn on the voice detector and don’t say a word. I’m recording.”

Another exhausting day ahead. Waking up at the crack of dawn to prepare the meals, care for the children and animals, work on the fields, collect berries and mend my husband’s clothes. With the black death rushing through the town and everyone dropping dead like fly’s, I must take care of myself and my family. I can’t afford my husband to die, I have enough work as it is, I couldn’t do it all myself.

Slowly, I stood up. I quickly went through my mental checklist to make sure I had the five things I'd need in a rush. You never know when you're going to have to make a run for it. Topographic road map with population charts, check. That quick trip the the history hall was worth it. Wooden pencil, check. It’s a good thing I was the artist that preferred these over mechanical pencils. Can opener, check. Canned food doesn’t mean much if you can’t get to the food. Butterfly knife, check. As much as I prefer to avoid the zombies, sometimes you need to dispatch one. It’s us or them, now. A .40 caliber, 15 round Glock 22, check. I try not to use it, but it’s handy in a pinch. I quickly shove everything into my bag and stand, looking out the window