First Encounters
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There were screams.
And gunfire.
Lots of it.
I sat, huddled in my closet, just as dad had told me to. He had gone outside to see if it was safe for us to leave yet. He came back in and slammed the door shut behind him. He was cradling his arm. One of those… things had bit him. We all knew what was going to happen.
I sat in the living room listening to my dad and mom talking. All I could gather was: "When I turn, do not hesitate to shoot me." After that, my dad came in the living room and gave me the biggest hug of my life. He then took me to my room and sat me down on my bed. "Son, now I'm gonna need you to stay hidden until your mom comes and gets you. Ok?" he said to me, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. I nodded my head and gave him one last hug before going into my closet and bawling my eyes out.
I didn't stop crying for hours and hours until I heard a commotion from the kitchen. I listened closer. There was some shuffling and exasperated grunts from the kitchen. I heard the shotgun we had go off, then a scream.
I waited for a long while, maybe an hour, before feeling around for my steel baseball bat. I found it and stood up. I listened for movement outside. There was none. I slowly pried the door open and looked around my room. All was as it was before. I slowly crept out of my closet, bat held at the ready. I made my way into the living room. All was intact.
Suddenly, I heard a few stifled grunts from the kitchen. I made my way, as quietly as I could, towards the kitchen. I got to the doorway and slowly peered around the door.
When I saw them, I almost gagged.
My mom's bloodied corpse lay behind the kitchen counter. Half of her side had been chewed off, but even worse, my dad was the one chewing it off. I stumbled into the doorway, catching myself on the door frame. My dad jerked his head around to look at me. Blood dripped from his mouth, his eyes were vacant. I saw that his right arm was missing, blown off by the shotgun.
The shotgun. Where was it?
Before I had time to do anything else, what used to be my dad lunged at me, screaming like a banshee. I backed up and swung my bat, but hit his side. He tackled me and my bat went flying. I braced my arm under his chin so he wouldn't bite me and we tumbled over the living room couch. My back landed on the coffee table we had and knocked the breath out of me. I used all of my strength to throw him over my head and into the fireplace. I rolled over onto my side and painfully tried to get up. I still heard my dad… It's, grunts and yelps from the other side of the living room. I got myself up just as It did. It lunged for me and I grabbed the lamp on the coffee table and smashed it into its head. The thing let out a yelp and grabbed onto its head. I turned around and donkey kicked it into the wall. I jumped over the couch and ran into the kitchen, that thing on my heels. I saw the shotgun, dove for it, turned onto my back, and fired.
I will never forget the day I met my first zombie. And the sure won't forget the day they met me.
My name is Ted. I live in New Orleans. No zombie is safe from me. From here to Chicago.
I wrote this in an hour, starting at four in the morning. So tell me what you guys think!