The first thing I remember happening is waking up in a chair in the middle of a camper and looking around to see 5 people sleeping on beds in the back, two people up front and another guy sleeping in a chair next to me. Also, My cat Wally was sitting in my lap, rather tame. I hopped up and asked what the status was from the two people in the front and apparently they hadn't seen anyone in a while as we were driving through the country in the middle of nowhere headed to less populated towns on the east coast, as the infection had started in the north west and we had heard it hadn't reached to the east coast yet and our driver knew someone who kept a pretty secure house.
I'll stop the explain the infection that seemed to work like this. The sign of the infected was very obvious, as the infected always went for the neck or hands, so people never trusted anybody that covered those two parts of the body, and those were the only signs of infection. For the most part the infected acted relatively normal, especially within the first few days of infection they could still hold conversation and plan, but as soon as they saw someone that was not infected they went on a rampage to kill them. This was especially horrible because that meant during the first few days of infection they would form packs and go hunting in them. They didn't truly lose their minds until about the 5-7 day of infection where they would spend most of their time searching, completely ignoring all other human needs.
Back to the present. We continued driving for another hour or two, though even then it was still around 3 AM so there was virtually no light out and we drove without headlights on, when the road started to narrow even more (as we were taking back roads) and all of the sudden we were blinded by lights and there were people in the road with guns wearing large jackets. We woke everybody up quickly, minus the one child (age 8-11 or so) with us and grabbed guns just in case while people started firing at us when we didn't slow down and they manged to get us pretty bad where we swerved off the road and tumbled down a hill and had to scramble out of the truck, while I grabbed Wally and one of the others grabbed the kid. We managed to make it pretty far from the camper when we found this cargo truck on the side of a road, a man sleeping in the passenger seat and we carefully approached, grabbing and pulling the man (dead with pills in his hand) out of the cab part of the truck then getting everybody else into the truck, which had a convenient hole to get directly back into the cargo area and we checked that out to make sure it was free of infected. We drove longer and got to a state (I believe... Georgia?) on the east coast when something happened abruptly and it was a mass chaos of guns and running and other people, infected and not, and I managed to get away with Wally following after me and the driver who knew the way to the safe house.
Time skipped here until we got to the safe house hours later while hijacking a normal car and the neighborhood was quite, as if it hadn't been touched by the infection which was a good sign as we took that as the infection hadn't gotten that far. We knocked on the door at the end of a cul-de-sac and got buzzed into this caged area where a few teenage guys were standing with guns pointed at us while another older guy walked in, saw our driver and the lack of marks we had on our hands and necks and let us in. He then gave us the tour around the insanely safe looking house and I let Wally have the free roam of the house while we talked of the situation in the garage (which was right next to the bathroom and across from the laundry room, where spongebob was playing on the tv) myself, one of the young girls who was at the house, the old man who's house it was, and the driver were outside checking around seeing what cars would be useful if all else failed and trying to move them too the garage when we heard crashes and I looked behind to see people running at us looking manic while the girl was still 10 feet behind and wouldn't run towards me. I tried to wait as long as I could but it was too late and the infected got her while I had to dive into a truck and lock the doors and hide from sight. It eventually calmed down and the driver came out of the house and knocked no the car door window, giving me the sign I could get back into the house, while now I had to step over hundreds of nails welded upwards in lines to get into the house (as the infected would just step on the nails and cripple themselves). We mourned the loss of the girl and I went to go change into some spare clothes from the lady of the house, who had been ill for over a year (not infected ill, just normal ill) and was up in the master bedroom. We then hear a knock on the door and someone begging for us to let them in and the door is opened and this guy in a large, mischlein man coat, walks into the cage area. Apparently this man was an evil man in general, having poisoned the house owner's wife and causing her to be ill, so the house owner told us to let him into the cage and we watched has he (pretty brutally) killed this infected guy.
Then I woke up.
