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As I ran home, I saw that there were more and more of them coming from all directions. Some were running, Jesus Christ no, and some were walking, Jesus Christ yes. Some were even my neighbors and some were just random people. But one thing they all had in common was their taste for flesh. My house was only a couple of blocks down. I heard growling behind me so I didn’t stop running. It was nighttime and the streetlight lit the way to my house for me and the zombies. But I was faster. I ran through the metal gate that should, hopefully, stop them from crossing, but they aren’t retarded so this is just wishful thinking.

I hopped up the stairs on the stoop and I burst through the door, which wasn’t even locked. Or closed, actually. I stared in awe and fear as the house I grew up in looked like the aftermath of a tornado path. My couch, the couch I had sex on so many times, was flipped over and torn to shreds like it was a lion’s scratching post. The ceiling fan, the fan that got rid of the smell of sex, was hanging from the ceiling by a single cord, but it was still slowly spinning. The lights were flickering on and off. I walked closer into the destruction, but I nearly slipped in a puddle of water. I looked down and tried to get a better look at it, but the flickering lights didn’t help at all. I wiped some of it with my fingers off of my shoes and, for some strange reason, I licked it. Thick texture. Kind of bland. The light flickered on for a minute and I almost threw up. Blood. Jesus Christ no. The TV was flipped on the floor, probably broken beyond repair.

I heard the rattling of my gate. I turned around they weren’t even climbing the gate. They were running into the gate like there was a force field stopping them. It was actually pretty funny watching them. Even with the flesh between their teeth and blood dripping from their lips. And I find it amazing how they are just already rapidly decaying and it couldn’t have been that long since this happened. I slammed the door closed and locked it. And that’s when I heard a sound upstairs.

My heart skipped a beat. I hope my mom and sister are alright. I wanted to slowly creep up the stairs, but then what if that’s my sister and she’s being cornered by a zombie? I hurried up the stairs, going two, sometimes three, steps a time. My room door was closed and my little sister’s room was across the hall from mine. Why is it that the upstairs part of the house is alright? It’s not much. Just a hallway with two walls, a picture of us as a family on the left wall and a picture of us just doing random shit, posing like a couple of clowns, on the right wall. “Hello?” I blurted before I could stop it from escaping my mouth. I smacked myself on the head. “Stupid stupid stupid!” I saw a head peak out of Amari’s room. It was my mom. “Oh, thank God. Mom, the world has literally gone Resident Evil. There are zombies everywhere.” She walked casually towards me. “I think we should try to board this place up before they come in. Which, I don’t even think will happen since they can’t get past a simple gate.” As she got closer, the lights from the streetlights flashed in my room, revealing her face. Her… decaying, bloody face. “Mom…" I said, voice almost cracking. “No.” She rushed at me, growling fiercely and angrily.

Submitted: February 04, 2014

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Well shhhhhit, i don't even know what i'd do in this situation. zombies outside, and zombies inside :/. To think everything was normal a few hours ago. ~Poetic

Tue, February 4th, 2014 8:34pm


I know right?
I'd be happy.

Tue, February 4th, 2014 12:39pm


Oh my god! Called it ! Amazing description of the zombies, I hope he don't die..

Tue, February 4th, 2014 8:35pm


Yes you did XD
And he won't... or will he?

Tue, February 4th, 2014 12:40pm

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