The zombie apocoylpse was a myth. Untill yesterday. I never shot a gun. Untill yesterday. I saw Tom everday. Untill yesterday. Everything was fine yesterday. But today is today. Staying Alive.
I woke up to the banging of my backdoor. I looked at my alarm clock that read 3 AM. I got up and grabbed a bat in my room. I opened the door, armed and ready. I opened a door and a hooded man stood there.
"Hello?," I asked him. His responce was a low growl as he got down on all fours. "You OK du-" He jumped on top of me and started tearing at my torso. My instinct kicked and I threw him off. I ran up to the attic and kicked over a box. Below it was an emergency Magnum Pistol. It was a nine shot, silver, rapid-fire, TimberWulf. I only used it in emergencies. I think this classified. I went over to a box that contained all kinds of rounds for rifles. I rummaged around untill I found a seperate box that contained over 100 rounds for my pistol. If I could find the rifles I'd use them but they are hidden away. My parents never touched them. They were outta town. I grabbed around 80 maybe 95 rounds for my magnum. I shoved them in my pocket and ran down stairs. The "person" was looking for me. "Freeze!" I yelled surprizing the guy, "Get out or I will blow your motherfucking brains out!" He just charged after me. I shot him in his chest. He colapsed. Dead. I hit his heart. I looked at the man who had viciously attacked me and wondered, "What the fuck!?"
Then, I heard a voice yelling, "It went in that house guys!" I aimed at the door. They kicked it in and said, "HUNTER!" I almost shot when a tall African American guy who looked a bit over-weight said, "Whoa, young'in, don't shoot, we cool." Good thing too they all had either an auto shot gun or an M16. "Who are you?" "Name's Kezu." "You killed the hoodie?" "Yeh. It jumped on me and-" They all aimed at me. "Do you feel any different?" A man in white asked. "N-no," I replied nervously. "We will watch you and make sure you are ok." "Why wouldn't I be OK?"
"You were attacked by a zombie." "What?" "The zombie outbreak started yesterday." "Wha-" "It's OK, just hand me the gun." My senses reacted and I aimed at him. "Put it down," a girl said. "Why should I," I asked loudly, "give me one good re-" "We can't trust you yet," the purple shirted man said, "you could be one of them!" Hearing this made me go insane. I put the gun up to my temple and said, "Then I don't wan't any thing to do with it then." BANG.