The sound of police sirens ringing causes the entire world outside to liven up.

After a while, the sirens stop. My windows can't see what is going on for my apartment is on the backside of the building.

I quickly take out a can of hairspray which I use and take a lighter. I take all my things and get them prepared near the window. I aim the hairspray at the door and have my lighter in hand.

If something tries to break down my door I will spray the door with hair spray, turn on the gas and the toaster and bolt out the window.

Soon I hear footsteps from outside the door. The footsteps came creeping closer and closer to my door.

I felt relieved when I heard a knock. For a knock signifies that it is likely a human. Unless zombies are intelligent and know how to knock...

I don't let down my guard however and keep quiet.

"It's me."

It seems to be my brother's voice. I suddenly grew excited.

But before I go up to the peephole to confirm my cell phone's ringtone sounds.

"It's my brother!"

I immediately drop my hairspray and lighter on the chair nearby and go for the door to pull aside the mattress which I put there to keep the door in place.

When he opens the door I greet him with a bear hug.

I then got into an hour-long discussion with him about what the world has become.

In that hour-long discussion, I noticed somethings which were off about him...

First things first are his expressions. You wouldn't think he past by and killed a bunch of zombies on his way back from the hellish outside world which he described to me. After telling me more things about what the world outside has become I also noticed that he was speaking to me and telling me things which I don't know how he knows. Such as the fact that there is going to be something happening after a month so we better build a survival base camp and whatnot. But the weird thing is that he is saying what he is going to do so straightforwardly like he has a plan in mind and knows what is going to happen and is preparing for it.

Something is off about him. Well, something is always off about him but something is truly off about him now.

We leave the apartment and I don't see any Zombies around. I left behind my bow and arrows after seeing my brother having a gun in hand so I didn't bother carrying something so heavy with me when my brother has a gun on him.

My first floor down the building was pretty uneventful. There were no Zombies around and I didn't get to see any action. But after reaching the next floor some zombies appeared.

They were gross, let's get that straight.

One of the few things which I have ever seen in my life that looks disgusting.

I didn't want to get near the thing for the face of the Zombies looked lifeless and their pupils had turned white. They seem to be blind but they came charging after us after our feet touched the floor. I'm assuming they can't see but can hear and most likely have an extremely alert and sensitive sense of hearing.

My brother then suddenly moved in and brought all the zombies down to the floor with his crowbar. Something else which I learned was off about my brother.

He seems to be awfully good with that crowbar. My brother was never one who was into martial arts or any physical sport in fact. But after today I just learned something new about my brother and that is the fact that he is really damn good at using that weapon.

He seems to be a veteran at fighting, if I didn't know him for the last 16 years of my life then I would've believed that he was a martial artist or a thug off the streets. For this style of fighting isn't something you can simply know.

I was forced to kill some Zombies and that really isn't an experience which I like.

When I reach the outside of the building I see trucks and police cruisers waiting for us. There are a lot of men waiting there and I am quick to get out of the building and away from the bloody mess which was created inside. I ride on the back of a police cruiser for the first time ever and it was a fairly pleasant experience if not for the fact that there is a bunch of zombies outside chasing after us.

We quickly reach Confucius plaza of what I call the big brick building. It is a really tall ass building. I feared the zombies outside so I decided to stay in the cruiser while my brother and some officers took to ridding the lobby of Zombies.

I waited inside the vehicle for about half an hour before my brother came out and I helped bring some supplies from the trucks into the building.

I don't think this is a good plan.

What if the building goes under siege of a Zombie attack wouldn't all the supplies be better off left in the vehicles? At least that way we can drive away from there whilst leaving behind the building which goes under siege. But my brother has other plans and I don't decide to go against it.

My brother has decided to make this building his base apparently which I highly disagree with.

But for now, it's okay I guess.

I finally get some rest after all the supplies were brought into the building. My brother tucks me into bed as he did back then and sings me a lullaby which mother used to sing. I grab onto him and soon fall asleep before I know it and when I awoke brother wasn't there.

I panicked at that moment.