Chapter 1: Days Gone ByMature

Well, seeing as I have nothing better to do- I may as well tell you what's been happening recently. Whoever you are.

First of all, my name's Tarquin. My parent's were a pretty damn wealthy and very well-to-do British family. So, to keep up with the stereotype, they named me Tarquin. Which I absolutely hate. Although, my friends all call me Quinn- which I prefer by a mile. When I was twelve, my parents split and my mum moved to Chicago, America and took me with her. Even though I wanted and could've stayed with my dad. 

When I was 20, I moved to Philadelphia to go to University-  I dropped out after around five months because our professor was awful. Although, I stayed in Philadelphia anyway. Three years later, I was still there when shit hit the fan. 

When I heard the news, I was say in my flat- putting my feet up after getting off the phone to my mum. We'd just had a massive argument and I told her to drop dead. Bloody hell, if I knew she'd get up again I'd never have said that! I'd sat down with a coffee and stuck the TV on- it was all over the news. Not the argument, the infection. 'Zombie Apocalypse', 'Dead Rise' and ' Dead No More'. Rumours had been circulating about the infection for a little while now but hardly anyone believed them. Now this news report was confirming everyone's worst fears, the rumours were true... and the infection had reached America. 

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