• "It's the end of the world as we know it folks."

    That's all that was heard on the news that day when the world’s biggest disaster happened. Something that the human race would never be able to fix, everything that we once knew and loved was gone forever. That dream you had about having a home in the mountains with your beautiful wife and 2 cute children. Are gone. The only thing you want to do now is survive this hell of a world, or just die with the rest of the undead filth. Everybody had there own way of surviving, or trying to survive. Like I said before, nothing was ever going to be the same. People you knew and love are probably dead, or worse the walking dead. See my story is something similar to yours, if you are listening to this. I had a group of friends with me, we started out with 8. The people in my group had a name, but as we all agreed once you become one of "them" you don't have a name. Mike, Austin, Taylor, Allie, Jessica, Sofia, Michelle, and me. Spencer, I'm the one telling this story. Me, one of 3 that are still alive in our group, well sort of. We don't cry for the ones that were lost, because so many others were lost. And crying would only make us weak and easier for "them" to get us. Well are you ready? This is my story. And I'm naming this, Whispers of the Dead.