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Prolong

Jeremy held his breath in fear as he pressed himself further into the closet until his back hit the wall.

On the other side of the closed door he could faintly hear the sound of a inhuman moan as it entered the room. Hearing it made him think of the dead bodies of his parents on the living room floor,or at least what was left of them, covered in blood. A shiver ran up his spine at the memory and tears threatened to escape as he tried to calm himself down. The sound of something crashing to the floor grabbed his attention and if he had to guess, he'd say it was the piles of CD's that were stacked on his desk just beside his bedroom door. As the moaning and the sound of clothes rustling together got closer he squeezed his eyes shut and held onto the metal bat he had in his hands in a tighter grip.

He knew he couldn't stay their forever but he didn't know what to do!

As he sat their in the furthest corner of his closet he couldn't help but think about the last couple of weeks.

What started out as a science experiment gone wrong had became the zombie Apocalypse.

Just thinking about it made Jeremy want to scoff in disbelief.

Of all the things he thought would be the end of the world, a zombie Apocalypse was not on the list.

But in the span of a few weeks the virus had spread across the country.

He had came home to the dead bodies of his parents and the zombified one of his sister, Elena.

Thinking about Elena brought his attention to the now deathly silence of his room.

After listening intently for ten minutes straight Jeremy stood on shaky legs and slowly reached for the door. He ignored the coolness of the metal doorknob as he twisted it, careful not to make any noise. As soon as he found the room completely empty Jeremy held the bat in a defensive way, ready to protect himself.

After looking left to right from the entrance to his room, he made his way down the hall and the stairs in a painfully slow pace. Living in the house his whole life, Jeremy knew exactly where not to step to avoid the creaking sounds that the stairs would undoubtedly make if he stepped and for that he was grateful. When he stepped off the last step he released the breath he didn't know he was holding in relief. He avoided the living room and crept towards the already opened front door.

Jeremy quickly dismissed it, thinking it was he who left it open in his shock at the sight he was greeted with when he had first arrived back home. At the sight of the door he suddenly got a sense of freedom making him rush to the door. He opened it fully intending to run out but was stopped by the sudden feel of cold metal pressed against his forehead.

A clicking sound.

Looking up Jeremy gasped at the sight of a gun pointing straight at his face.

From behind him he heard the fast approaching footfalls of bare feet accompanied by the shrieking of the undead.


I decided to continue this and see how far I could get... who knows.