My first encounter with one of these freaks when I was in petrol in the UK. I was the that gives you a ticket if you let your car over stay it's welcome. I was booking this guy as he had park on to yellow lines and he was going crazy and as he tried to leave he started to drive but then crashed the car. I went to see if he was okay but when I got there he was on contest. As I was trying to get this guy out of the car he suddenly awoke and tried to bite me. He was trapped by his own seat belt which was lucky on my part as he would of got me. Another person came to the scene to make sure everything was okay and me being in the moment didn't realise the person was going to help the driver and the guy got bit. 10 minutes after that the guy died. The ambulance came to help and I was told to leave the area and make a report on what happened.
I go to the police station to make a report and we keep getting more phone calls about people being attacked and saying the attacker tried to bite them or they have been bitten. I go to look outside my office window and see people being attacked and people running for there lives. I tried to help but it was already to late and I knew I had to get out of there. Myself and a few others from my department grouped up and tried to get to the armoury room but before we could the recently dead now a walking corps were braking into the station. We got the doors blocked off but it wouldn't hold for long. We get to the gun room and load up what we can and in the background we hear a massive bang noise. It was the dead breaking in and they were quick to pin us down into one room. Lucky or unlucky enough we were on the bottom floor so we could break out the window, We got out and started headed to a car. We ran for our lives and before we could reach the car the dead were surrounding us. We had no choice but to blast our way out.
We got split up as the dead were to much and we never saw each other again. I decided to leave this place in hope of a better future and maybe some civilisation else where, I guess I was one of the lucky ones not to have a family. They would have slowed me down or I would off died protection them with the overwhelming amount of walking corps around. I stuck to the highways as dangers as it may seem it was the only way to make it to a harbour so I could grab a boat and drive off.
A few Years have now passed and I am now in a place called Chernarus. I was travelling all alone with the dead behind me trying to feed upon me, I let them get close as I was losing hope of finding anyone and was thinking of letting it all end here. I was close to the sea side when I started to hear something in the distance. I looked to my right and saw a boat of survivors heading towards the land. I managed to quickly lose the mini horde behind me and get down to where I thought they were heading. I got to the beach and they boat had somehow sunk and the group of survivors were no more. All of a sudden I seen a person get to land along the shore line, I was running towards he/she to see if I could help and just have someone to talk to. I fell over and quickly tried to get my feet running again but I lost the person who was by the shore line. Later on that day I was wondering around the town and and see someone again, thinking this could be the same person. I head over and it turns out it was the group that was on the boat. I found out there names and I was happy to see new faces and I think they were happy to see a survivor that was friendly. My hope paid off.