June 15th, 2021 4:43 a.m. Zoltan Mannington was headed home after a long night of driving. He always enjoyed the comfort of his personal vehicle over that of his Peterbilt. And he enjoyed this part of the night because he knew the destination was a warm bed where his wife was waiting for him. He turned right on Laurel Street and headed towards downtown Springfield. Springfield Georgia is one of those places where even though it's near a major thoroughfare, it's still has that small-town feel. As he pulled up to the stop light near City Hall, he noticed a person walking on the sidewalk to his right. Although walking might be too good of a term. More like stumbling, as if they were drunk. He paid it no mind and when the light turned green, he continued on. As he passed the Masons Lodge, out of the corner of his eye he saw something moving. He slowed down and looked to his right and saw what appeared to be a bunch of people milling around the town's graveyard. That got his full and undivided attention. He slammed on his brakes, and with no one else around, he threw the truck in reverse, backed up, put it in Drive and turned right towards the graveyard while throwing his brights on. What he saw, he could not believe. These were not people, but shambling Corpses with decayed flesh. And from the looks of it, they had clawed their way out of the dirt. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!", Zoltan said to himself. He suddenly had the urge to sit on the toilet and relieve himself. " keep it together and get to the house", he said out loud even though he was the only person in the truck.