A H1Z1 short story (WiP)

Hi all. I've been keeping an eye on this game for a while now, and just wanted to say to the devs, thankyou very much. It's a game ive been waiting for. Now, one of my hobbies is writing amateur short stories and medium length novels. So i decided to give the zombie aspect a go. Have a read below and tell me what you think. It's a rough work in progress, but if people like it, i may flesh it out. I welcome any opinions and yes i know how bad reddit can be.

5 years ago to the day it happened. Back then, nobody really had any idea what it was, or what to call it.

Most called it 'The virus', some called it, 'The disease', others simply referred to it as 'The end'.

Myself, well, I didn't know what to call it. All I knew is it had ruined my life. Pretty much everything I had ever known... gone. Friends? Dead. Parents? Dead. Everywhere I went there was this wretched smell of death. It was inescapable.

All that held me together was Adam. My 7 year old brother.

Nobody knew this was coming, or so we were told. It was as if we went to sleep one night, and when we awoke, the world had changed.

Initially blame was levied on mutant virus's, possibly from South America. Then slowly, but inevitably, the conspiracy nuts surfaced, throwing around baseless accusations of the US government doing secret experiments, combining mutated shit for the next political war.

Who knows, who cares any more. All I know is what or whoever started all this shit has long gone and left us with the chaos that persists to this very day.

One thing is for sure though, various groups across the globe had created or adapted bases around the world, meaning to keep those.. things... out and the people safe. Only it didn't work. They somehow learned, and got past their defences.

I know first hand what they must have gone through. I witnessed the absolute carnage these things can create. When it started, media organisations the world over were reporting on it constantly. I've seen those things get repeatedly shot. Over and over and over, and yet they still continued to run, as if they were fixated on someone. When these things got to their victim, it was absolutely horrific. It was like it was in a frenzy. Biting down hard on any piece of flesh it could, then ripping it from the bone effortlessly. All the while the poor person was writing in total agony, screaming in vain for help that never came.

I've seen these savages catch fire from home made fire-bombs, only to run at the thrower in a close-by building and burn it to the ground. I've seen people empty entire clips from all manner of guns into these monstrosities, only to have it stagger back then continue on as if it was a minor interference.

It doesn't matter what I do. Those blood curdling, ear-piercing screams that came from those poor souls will be forever etched in my mind, fuelling my hatred and my desire to reach salvation. Now, I admit, I did and still do have thoughts of suicide to end this torment, to end this pain. The only thing that holds me together is Adam. There's just noway I could leave him to face this world alone. I barely manage it.