Does Zombie Really Exist?

I know what you're thinking. Zombies are just a myth, a product of Hollywood movies and horror novels. They don't exist in real life, right? Well, that's what I thought too, until I witnessed something that changed my mind forever.

It was a dark and stormy night. I was driving home from work, listening to some music on the radio. The rain was pouring down, making it hard to see the road. I was about to turn into my street, when I saw a figure standing in the middle of the road. It looked like a man, but something was off about him. He was pale and gaunt, with blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes were glazed and vacant, and he had a strange limp. He didn't seem to notice me, even when I honked my horn. He just stood there, staring into space.

I slowed down, wondering what to do. Should I call the police? Should I try to help him? Should I just drive around him? Before I could make a decision, he suddenly lunged at my car. He smashed his fist into the windshield, cracking it. He tried to grab me through the glass, snarling and growling like an animal. I screamed and stepped on the gas, hoping to shake him off. But he held on, clawing and biting at me. I swerved left and right, but he wouldn't let go. He was like a rabid dog, or worse, a zombie.

I don't know how long this lasted, but it felt like an eternity. I was terrified and desperate. I thought I was going to die. Then, by some miracle, I saw a police car coming from the opposite direction. It flashed its lights and sirens, and pulled up next to me. The officer got out of his car and drew his gun. He shouted at the man to get off me, but he didn't listen. He kept attacking me, oblivious to everything else. The officer fired his gun, hitting the man in the chest. He fell off my car, landing on the pavement with a thud.

I stopped my car and got out, shaking and sobbing. The officer came over to me and asked me if I was okay. I nodded, too shocked to speak. He then went over to the man and checked his pulse. He looked at me with a grim expression and said: "He's dead."

I couldn't believe it. How could he be dead? He was just alive a few seconds ago, trying to kill me. How could he survive a gunshot wound to the heart? How could he be so strong and fast? How could he be so...zombie-like?

The officer told me to stay in his car while he called for backup and an ambulance. He said he had never seen anything like this before. He said he didn't know what was going on, but he had a bad feeling about it. He said he hoped this was an isolated incident, but he feared it wasn't.

He was right.

The next day, the news was full of reports of similar attacks all over the city. People were being bitten and infected by these creatures that looked like humans but acted like zombies. The authorities were trying to contain the outbreak, but they were overwhelmed by the sheer number and ferocity of these things. They called them "the infected", but everyone else called them "zombies".

I don't know how it started, or why it happened, or how it spread so fast. All I know is that it's real, and it's happening right now.

Zombies do exist.

And they're coming for us.