[ PI ] You 're the lone survivor of a zombie apocalypse simply because zombies are n't interested in you .

It seems like only a few months ago I was watching the news, watching this outbreak unfold. The first known case was in Russia, after some couple had returned from an island somewhere in the Pacific. The virus then made its way into China where shit really hit the fan, infecting thousands and thousands of people daily. 
 After the US saw what was happening, we locked down all airports, all the shipping ports, trying to do everything we could…but that did n't stop this at all. 
 
 I carved another number into the wall….1,074. The news had stopped airing close to 3 years ago, and I was damn sure I was the last guy on Earth, but not because I was skilled in killing these zombies, but because i had no effect on them. They did n't chase me, try and eat me, hell they did n't even look at me. They saw right through me which made things extremely easy for me. 
 I did not realize this about me until almost half a year into the outbreak, mostly because I had been with a group the entire time. It was n't until I got separated from them that I figured out these things did not want me. 
 We had made camp somewhere in the mountains of Tennessee. We had rifles, fishing poles, tents…all the things a person would need to be up in that region, shit we had even set up little booby traps around where we were. We had pits dug around use with spikes in them, barbed wire strung between the trees, even some dynamite rigged up, looking back that probably was n't the smartest, but the one thing we did n't think of was always watching the river that we were set up next too. 
 
 I woke up to the screams of my fellow group members being ripped apart by a group of zombies. I was n't quite sure how they got passed all of defenses, until they finished off my group, and left me there as they stumbled into the spike infested pit and. I was beyond confused. Why was I alive? 
 I stood there looking at the carnage, tents with blood spattered across them, half a body over by the fire, guts and blood pretty much everywhere. I went around too see if anyone had made it, nope. I was alone. 
 
 I had realized that somehow, this group of beasts had floated down the river and ended up finding a way onto the bank close to where we were. I found that pretty funny. After I walked around the campsite and gathered some supplies, I ventured over to the pit and looked down at the zombies, they did n't look back. I shouted, whistled, even threw rocks at them, but I got no response. So I did something wild, I jumped down into the pit where they had been impaled and still trying to walk. Still I got nothing, so i poked one, nothing. I got in its face and looked into its brownish eyes, it looked right through me. Thats when I had figured out that they did not want me. 
 
 
 
 This is my first time writing anything creative, it needs some work, I know but i wanted to give it a go. 

