Hey guys, SpikeHunter3 here, and this is a story concept that I thought up. I'm a little *cough* obsessed *cough* interested in zombies. So this is a kind of "pilot" of a story of which I will continue if you like. Please give a diamond or just a good or "constructive" comment. Enjoy.

I'm George Whittaker. And I survived Z Day. Well, technically. I was in a coma for most of the six months of hell. Survived a car crash around a day after s**t hit the fan. Hospitals and police where still offering services. On our way out of town. Car ran over corpse. Car flipped and everyone was killed. Except me. I was in a coma. I think one hell of a saint called 911 and I got transported to the hospital. Looking at the patient identification numbers on the clipboards, I think I'm the highest number. I'm going to stay here for a few days before exploring. Just want to gather information on the things or find something to vent to. Something. This book does not respond.