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.
Then
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!
"BRAINS!"
"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.
I
thought, "I'll get my shotgun and head for my truck.
I
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
up.
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.