Ok, to begin with this story is a couple years in the making, I've been writing prototype stories since 6th grade so getting around six years now; I would never show ANYONE those first couple of stories for they are awful. I decided on zombies because they are entertaining and you can cleverly hide issues with the real world inside the stories; one of the first real stories I've written was a story about a boy who finds a sword in the forest, like that hasn't been done before :p, but it transports him into a void where he gets the crap kicked out of him, but for a purpose. Oh and each person had an element associated with him/her like if their element was water they could shoot water out of their hands at such a velocity it would cut right through someone and what determined their element was their eye color. So if you had blue it would equal water, yellow=lightning, green=wind, red=fire, black=power of darkness, brown=earth. And I was thinking about having people with heterochromia that could control two elements. But I never went anywhere with it though, I think it was because I tried to write it linearly and I became bored with the character but with this story I've been writing about four characters alternating between the four. Writing it like this will hopefully lengthen my time of interest. And without further ado I present you with the first character Kyle Thatcher.

Chapter One
Kyle Thatcher

Kyle ran down the dimly lit corridor, lit by small skylights on the ceiling, running for his life. He didn't know what was following him but he knew it was something terrible something that could take his life. He heard it's steps and could swear he felt it's breath on him; he rounded a corner and rounded another one, he sprinted down a long hallway and took a right into a smaller hall that ended in office space. Kyle dared to take a look back and he saw nothing. He stopped for a breather by some vending machines serving nutter butters and cheetos; he couldn't hear any thunderous footsteps stalking him anymore so he asked himself: “how had he gotten here?” He could not remember; the place around him looked like offices, it was pitch black except for the soft glow of the vending machines. He massaged in between his eyes and tried to remember who, or what, he had been running from and where he was. Well, let's go over the basics, maybe that'll jog my memory. It's 2011, my name is Kyle Thatcher, I am 25 years old, my birthday is August 15th, I work at home as a writer, I'm single, my mom's name is Catherine S. Thatcher, dad's name is Robert E. Thatcher and they've been married for 27 years. Damn. Still don't remember anything. Hm, might as well search around for answers. I thought.

Good. I like it so far. I can't wait for more

The bit at the end was a little weird,when in danger you wouldnt be thinking of your date of birth =p
If you want to introduce the character in more depth in the middle of the story you should try something else,like have him narating to the reader.
Or you can use flashbacks,thats usualy a good way to keep people interested.punctuation needs a little work too.
Anyway,good effort,im sure you'll make a regular masterpiece.

@thenyanmario Thanks
@thenumberone Yeah I need to revise it a little bit. Thanks for the criticism!

Sorry for the long delay Skyrim came out and I shirked almost all of my duties because of it  XD
But here it is a continuation of Chapter one!

I stumbled over to one of the cubicles and began to feel around the desk, inside the drawer I found only papers and staples; I searched for a couple minutes until I found what I was looking for, a flashlight! I clicked the button but it didn't turn on. “Goddammit.” I muttered. “How come nothing works when you need them to?!” I struck the light on the desk and it emitted a brilliant white light on the side of the cubicle. “Whoa surprised me.” I laughed at my good fortune. I looked to where the light was shining, it lit up a laminated sign reading: “In case of emergency call 1-800-675-1900.” Hm, can't hurt. I thought. I picked up the receiver and was surprised at a dial tone, I guess just the lights are out but not power... wait how does that make sense? Ugh, I dialed the number and it went straight to a recorded voice
saying: “I'm sorry your call cannot be completed as dialed, please hang up and try again.” Oh well, I thought. It was worth a shot and I am not trying it again woman! Only thing left to do is to try to find my way out. I shone the light around the offices and saw nothing of interest except for a sign on the wall pointing towards a hallway which read “Front Entrance, Cafeteria, Break Room.” I followed the sign
and headed down a hallway lighted by skylights like the other hall; I was halfway down, in sight where the hall split, one going left to the Front Entrance and the other going to the Break room and Cafeteria, when I heard shuffling coming from the direction of the Cafeteria. I froze in fear almost certain what was following me had found me somehow; I waited for a couple minutes and still heard it bumping and colliding with either the floor or the wall, I smelled a foul stink. After getting used to the sound I started to sneak over, my heart pounding in my chest, not sure why I was so scared but certain I should be, I poked my head around the corner and saw nothing nor did I hear the
shuffling sounds. I relaxed immediately and was about to turn around when I saw a padlock on a door further down the hall; I went over and the foul smell got worse and worse until I stood outside the door and looked inside, curious as to why it was locked in such a manner, I
gasped and backed up and subsequently fell right on my ass shocked in horror and disgust at what I had just seen. Inside the door
marked Break Room were dozens of mangled corpses all strewn about with entrails coating the floors; I got back up and looked inside once more. Blood seemed to coat the whole room, but it had a green tint to it; I saw a coffee cup still clutched in one of their hands. The door was like a gym or auditorium door where you have to push them in and I tried to do so for god knows what reason, it was padlocked of course it wouldn't open; I heard a thump at the bottom of the door and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I tentatively looked down inside the room and saw one of the corpses staring back at me with cold hard eyes. The left eye had been gouged out and it hung limply on it's cheek connected by only the optic nerve; the lower half of it's body was ripped off, it's innards trailing behind it. When it saw me it began pounding on the door with its hand although its hand was just a stump where it had been pounding for an expansive amount of time. I backed up again and dry heaved then unloaded my lunch, I think it's lunch of course it could well have been dinner or breakfast for all I remember, all over the linoleum. I heard other thumps coming from the room; all of the other corpses got up and began to shamble over to the door and  they pounded on it in unison. Then the moans began to start up it sounded like death incarnate; I ran as fast as I could towards the exit.
The entrance, my exit, seemed miles away; I ran so hard and fast that I didn't see the piece of fallen ceiling ahead of me until it was too late and I went sprawling head over heels and struck my head on the floor passing out. I saw visions of bombs falling over top of lush farms and the President giving a speech looking very distressed; I saw riots and the military firing their guns on a crowd. People were raising flags and getting shot down all frantically trying to keep the flag from touching the ground; other more horrible things I will not write down because I refuse to relive them again. The last thing I saw was that corpse staring at me with those crazy, voracious eyes. Eyes of a
predator.