i walked along the narrow dirt path in the woods, making my way to my home. now with only my older brother to provide for me, and my best friend, to stick by my side. i give him a home, food and water. because in my district, there are hundreds of deaths a year. half of the children"s parents die here. me and jackson were 2 of the victums.my brother brian is determinned to keep me and jackson alive, no matter what happens to him. he thinks of jackson as our brother too. i walk in the creeky oakwood door as i smell the stench of grain and oat i throughout the small cabin. "hey brian" i say with a cough making it's way up my throught. " hey" he says in a happy mood he's usually giving everyone that happy tone when we have a farely good dinner. our district is poor. we are district 9. we are not the least fortunite though. district 3 only has about 50 people. " you seem happy. what's for dinner?" i asked. " i traded a kind lady 3 loafs of bread for..." "3 loafs of bread!!! that could feed us for weeks" i yell " ...for 2 chickens" he finishes. jackson would never complain about anything because he is so greatfull to live with us even though we tell him he is like family and he doesnt have to hesitate if he doesnt like something. " i also traded some stuff for a small ammount of pasta, carrots, and tomato. so im making some chicken noodle soup." i get a happy look on my face alongside jackson. this is one of the best meals district 9 can get. this makes my feel good. i look at jackson and see his shivering so hard i see his teeth moving. " hold on jackson" i say running to a pile of clothing in the corner of the one room cabin. brian built up the shack as best he could. im grateful that i have a house i just with there was privacy is all. i picked a small sweatshirt out of the pile and hand it to him. "th-th-thanks k-k-kyle" " no problem buddy." brian then brings 3 small bowls of soup to the table.
i started to dig in to it's amazing flavor. it's taste was tounge baffling. we all finished eating and layed ourselves in the warm sleeping bags brian stitched out ofanimal fur.we have a small TV that runs by the intena's. it's static a little but it runs. i told brian he could trade it but he said" he would rather us be entertained then be bored to tears. we put on channel 3. "major alert in districts 1-8!!! a large outbreak of infection has broke out and it........." it went to static. brian jumped up to fix it but once it was fixed the screan was white. and typed in black were the words. " major alert in district 1-8. stay in your homes." " well it's not us." said bri. he just put on nickolodeon which we are lucky to have, then went to bed.
"kyle......kyle wake up.......hurry!!!" brians voice echoed through my head " wake up kyle" i heard once more. i saw brian's face. he was holding a baseball bat and his hand was streched out to me. i grabbed it as he pulled me to my feet." where, wheres jackson." i asked still half asleep. " i dont know" he said. that woke me up. i couldnt get the sound of like 50 peoples hhands slapping against the door. i looked to the window to see bloody hands actually slapping the window." what the..." i said " i dont know." he said pulling me to the side.he shoved me in a small closet and then ran to turn off the lights. i saw from a small crack in the closet darkness. i did though see him, with the bat, running toward the closet. he squeezed in and shut the door. the bat swung and accidently hit me in the head. then it all got dark.
i woke up soon later. face down in the dirt staring at the burned down pile of wood from what used to be the cabin.i turned my head in all directions. all i saw was burned down house and people holding their babys and running, with more limping people, grunting, following them. i saw hoards of those "people" ontop of a person clawing and biting.i stood up. 1 nice man ran up to me with a knife. i thought my life was over but he stopped in front of me. he handed me the blade and said " im trying to helf everyone i can. take this. and dont get bit. kill then if they are bit." then he ran. i looked at the curved knife.one slowly walked up to my with a chunck ripped away from it's wrist. "uuuuugggggh" he grunted. " are you ok" i asked as he leaped at me. i then stabbed it in the head and it went down. i looked around but saw nothing but, burned down houses trees, and people in panic. wait that was it, trees! just as about 7 of those things ran toward to my. i jumped a few inches into the air and grabbed a branch.i climbed on top of it and then climbed the trunk. i got my foot onto a thick stiff branch and stood up. "hey kid" said an unfirmilliar voice. i looked around.nothing. "up here." said a man. i looked up to see to guys higher in the tree. Luke who was an 8th grader, 2 grades above me. i also saw Michael, a 9th grader who i have seen hanging out with luke after school. he reached out an arm and pulled me up. "hey" he said. "cool knife" said mike."thanks" he then pulled out a duffel bag. he slightly opened it, took out 2 machetes, handed one to luke and said, " stay here we will be right back. watch this bag with your life, which might not be more then an hour if you climb down." i held the bag as they jumped of the tree. once they hit the ground, he then and started slicing heads.i was shocked until i noticed they were not the humans that were being killed.Mike then climbed back up "what is going on i just woke up." i said confused. Luke then reached the top and said. " those things are the undead. dont get bit. or you'll be one of them." " there it is again: dont get bit. why is everyone saying that?" " cuz if your bit, you die, then come back as one of them.they are like canibals that dies then came back." said luke. " we should rest up here til tomorrow" he said. then i fell asleep.
i woke up the next morning, feeling like crap.i saw more clearly now, the hundreds of torn apart dead body's scattered along the ground of district 9's dirt ground. my knife still in my hand, the duffel bag sitting in my lap.luke and mike next to me. i noticed luke sharpening his knife." hey kid let's get moving before some more of the undead come back. we climbed down the trees and headed out.we walked for miles passing the signs, district 8 district 7 district 6 and so on.eventually we came to district 1.let me tell you, it was a zombie hellhouse. we ran into an apartment. just as hundreds of the undead chased us. we eventually can to the roof. we locked the door to the roof so they couldnt get through. but that would only hold them off for so long. luke ripped open the duffelbag and pulled out a sniper.he aimed it at the roof. at the corner of my eye at the roof across the street i couldnt help but see a body run downstairs. he left a sign hanging off the roof. it said. " dont worry, we'll get them away," then i saw 3 people run out the bottom door. they fired bullets to get the zombies attension. they all truned and chased them. they all ran back in their building, leaving the door open. the ran back to the roof and through an end of a ropeto our roof. we tied it to a pole on the roof as they slowly climbed acroos.the made it to the roof. there were now 6 of us.they had one gun as the weapon for the 3 of them.
now we were all trapped on the roof with a few zombies below us, hundreds in the building trying to break in, and other zombies on the only building next to us.