Pilot

My name is Aaron, and I am alive. Thanks to my father, he is the one that kept me alive through everything. There was more of us at one time...but that doesn't matter, he did what he could. Let me get back to my original point--My name is Aaron, I'm sixteen, I haven't been outside my house for seven months, uh...I've never had a girlfriend, I don't play video games, I don't have friends, I don't go to school, should I continue? Why you ask? Well...to put it lightly, the world went to hell. It literally did...people don't stay dead, and they have a hunger for anything living. My Father, when he heard the reports that the CDC had confirmed this new "virus", and that Homeland Security was moving the President out of country, he began planning what he had to do to protect us. At the time he worked for the city as a maintenance worker, he spent allot of time also repairing rails for the subway. That's where he told us where we were going. We spent three full months of construction building fences and traps to keep the undead out. My family and I never left the subway tunnels, my father only went out alone. He never talked about how bad it was. What he had to do. Then one day, while my mother, brother, and sister where doing work on fortifying the outside walls disaster struck. An undead attacked my mother and bit her, the virus almost instantly took her over--and she attacked my sister. My brother all ready bitten realized what he had to do, he looked at me and screamed "HIDE!" Then he slammed the gate shut and accepted his fate. I locked myself in a closet for what seemed to be days. Then my father shouted my name, he was weeping, I went to him. We've been together ever sense, he forbade me from ever leaving. But today I have to go out, he went missing and I have a feeling he's still alive. I have to find him--he's the only family I have left, besides my dog Cam.

This is my story, these are my trials.

 

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