One dark, eerie night, many people were slaughtered gruesomely. This was the night zombies attacked.
This was not a good night. I'm lucky I even survived, though sometimes I wish I hadn't. I wish this because the surviving race got driven off the planet - off our own planet, the one that we belonged on. Now we have to live miserably in space, floating. They call us "the drifters".
But it was Halloween 2080. I was inside when I heard a shrill cry of agony and pain, then another and another. "The trick-or-treaters probably playing a prank," I thought.
a parent's voice, "Help! Help me please! Someone
call 92738475(the ambulance)."
I ran outside, only to find hundreds of slaughtered children. Then I saw the children start to arise. They were hideously chewed on, brains leaking from their open skulls. Open wounds had dirt encrusted into them. Then I saw an adult, brains leaking, open wounds, and shotgun holes in its chest.
Maybe I'll just go back inside. I mean, at least there's no zombies in there.
Whoops my mistake!
"Ah!" I started running again. I ran right past it. I went up to my room and locked the door behind me.
"Whew." That was a wee bit scary.
Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself, I guess I was a little caught up in the story. My name is James Blodge and I'm 19 years old. Anywho, back to the story.
thought, "I'll get my shotgun and head for my truck. "
went downstairs. The zombie was still there, so I blasted 'is head off.
Then I went outside to my ol' pickup truck. I got in and started her
I drove to the space pods. When I got there, there were space pods taking off, so I hijacked one and followed the rest. Now I live in space. Maybe one day I'll, no, we, the human race will retake the planet that rightfully belongs to us.
By GCH the 4th.