Zombie Stories | Personal Accounts and Reports from the Zombie Apocalypse
Bradford Zombie Report (Submitted by David Lock)
"Dispatch to 1327, respond... over" The voice drifted into my head, forcing my eyes open. Head hurting, I forced myself to focus on my surroundings. Okay... seat belt on. I shook my head. The vehicle was against a phone pole. I remembered nothing up to this point, not my day, how I got here... nothing. I remember feeling sweat run down my face; and at the same instant I remember thinking that it was running a little too fast to be sweat. “Great!”, there was blood dripping down my face. I reached up to the throbbing place on my head and touched it. "Fuck that hurt, what the hell happened?!" As I pulled my hand away I knew exactly where the blood was coming from.