I was on holiday with my friends when the zombies came. We were just in Cornwall for a few days, surfing, sunbathing, and generally having a nice time. We had just got back to the hotel after a day of surfing and fun, when we saw a man in the car park. You may ask why that seemed so odd, why we would pay that much attention to something like that. But what was weird was that he was standing perfectly still, staring at the four of us. We stopped too, to look at him, and then he took a few shaky steps towards us. Upon closer inspection we could see that he was no ordinary man, he had a long scratch across his left cheek, oozing thick, dark blood. His eyes were squinted and dark, staring at us intently. He opened his mouth and thick saliva dripped onto the floor, dribbling down his dirty blue t-shirt. He took another step towards us and then broke into a sprint.
We didn't even hesitate, and ran in the opposite direction towards the hotel foyer. We legged it up the staircase to the second floor, hearing the footsteps coming from behind us on the stairs, and shut ourselves in our room, firmly locking the door behind us. A few seconds later came a horrendous banging on the door and a groaning, moaning sound.
"What do you suppose that was all about?" Joe whispered,
"I don't know, but perhaps we shouldn't make too much noise, maybe it'll go away," I replied in my quietest voice. "Let's all go into our room, it's the furthest from the corridor." We all tiptoed into the room, closing the door. Joe grabbed a bedside table and dragged it in front of the door
"Just in case it breaks in." he explained, still whispering. None of us pointed out to him that if that… thing could break down the door it probably wouldn't be put off by a small table.
"What… was… that thing?" Lena panted. For the first time we got back up to the room, I looked at my friends. Lena, the small brunette with skinny limbs and long wavy hair, was bright red and sweaty, her hair coming loose from its braid. Her boyfriend, Joe, was still topless from sunbathing earlier, his tanned chest rising and falling deeply as he gasped for breath after running from the thing still banging on the door of the hotel suite. Meg, my beautiful friend with white blonde hair was very pale, and looked like she was going to throw up, wearing her bikini and shorts combo that made all the boys at the beach look at her when she walked by. I could only imagine how I looked. We all huddled on the double bed together and listened to the banging from the weird, zombie thing on the door, until eventually we must have fallen asleep.