[ WP ] Its been five years since the zombie outbreak was put down by the world military . A reporter for your national news comes to your house to ask for your story on how you and your family survived the outbreak .

I wish my wife was here to see us. 
 
 It's been five years since the last official military offensive was carried out against the undead. It was such an overwhelming victory for us, that many consider it the end of the war against the zombies. I do n't really believe that. There is still a large amount of the undead walking this Earth. There are still regions that are completely over run with them... God to I hate them. If it were up to me, I would wipe every single one of them off of our planet. 
 
 `` Thank you for your time, /u/Nardwuarr, we really appreciate you taking the time to do this interview. We are collecting stories of families all around the world as to how they survived the ordeal.'' 
 
 I snap back into reality. My daughters are fidgeting in their chairs... They should n't listen to this, really. They are n't old enough to even know what had happened, and I'm trying my best to keep them that way. The moans of the undead should n't haunt their dreams like they do mine. 
 
 `` Thank you for having us. We are happy to be here.'' 
 
 `` Let us start, with the beginning. Tell us your experiences during the first year.'' 
 
 `` Well, my wife and I were much like everyone else. As soon as we heard, we did n't really believe it. Denial, if you will. We had just gotten married, and both had started new careers in a new area. We were still unfamiliar with the town, let alone a new state and living together. And then, on top of that, they were saying the dead were coming back to life. I have read a lot of novels about zombies before this.'World War Z' by Max Brooks was one of my favorites. In fact, this interview kind of reminds me of that. So I took some of the steps that seemed to work. We boarded up our brand new house. We stocked up on food, although we knew we would eventually run out of it. We still went to work.. We thought that if there was a world after this, we'd rather have a job after that. But then the dead started coming close. We'd see them in the streets. Police would come in, take him down, load them into a truck, and go. They were quick. They did n't want to make a scene. Then they started losing the battle. A dozen would be in front of them, and they'd panic. Lot of cops got nipped early. I realized things were going to shit when I started hearing thumping on the front door... or front barrier. I looked out, and saw a uniform... And then I saw the bite on his hand... and the blood on his shirt. During that year, we stuck tight in our home, and kept each other company.'' 
 
 Fuck... That was tough. I wipe away a tear. 
 
 `` Thank you for that. Now, we understand you eventually had to leave the house. Please explain what happened.'' 
 
 `` Yeah... Well, we ran out of food, like we thought. Things were in full apocalypse mode by then. Very few living, too many dead, and way too many undead. They littered the streets. I had n't killed one by this point... I thought we did a good job staying contained. There were nights we thought they'd get in, but a honk down the street would lead them away. The cable was down, and after 6 months internet went as well. Phones stayed up, but few people answered. When my parents did n't answer for a week... I knew something had happened. I did keep in contact with my brother. I still do. I got lucky with him. Anyway, we needed food, and knew we had to leave. We had the gas in our car, so we took off for the city, running down the occasional walker. We would go from house to house. She would drive around the neighborhood, taking their attention off me, and I would search. Came close many times, but the thought of leaving my wife behind would overpower. One day, after successful searching, we came back to our house on fire. Not sure how that happened, still to this day.'' 
 
 This is getting too much. My girls continue to sit silently. They had no idea what I was talking about. They almost knew we used to lie to them. They have to realize it's for their own good at some point, right? 
 
 `` We moved around, mostly using my car. Things looked grim, until the military arrived. We were rounded up and brought to a safe zone... And you know the rest. They were able to win the battle, and we were able to start a new, after a lot of cleanup, 3 years later.'' 
 
 `` That really is a fascinating story. How would you describe your life after the events?'' 
 
 `` It was great... We had two great girls...'' 
 
 I ca n't continue to put up this front. The anger was taking hold of me. I knew we were on live television. I look into the camera. 
 
 `` This country is still not safe. A zombie came up to my backyard and bit my wife in broad daylight. My kids were outside, and she stepped in front of them. We live in a suburban neighborhood, no trees or oceans in sight, and yet my wife is still dead, almost 4 years after this fucking incident. Now my children are going to grow up without a mother. If you want to avoid this fate, do not become assimilated back into your old life. That is gone now! We need to continue living like we have the dead at our door.'' 
 
 `` Um, okay, I think that's all the time we have. Thanks for watching.'' 
 
 The light goes dim. 
 
 `` What was that, sir? Are you trying to cause mass hysteria?'' 
 
 I took my girls' hands and walked off. I hope my wife is proud. 
 
 ^/r/NardwuarrWrites
