I was sat down, in the chair, when I heard screaming and people running about outside. Bullets were pinging off metal and gas was surrounding the town. I got to the floor and slowly crawled to the window. I could see a woman holding a little girl in her arms. The little girls flesh on her face was half gone, she had blood running down her arms and she had red eyes. On the other side of the street, there was a whole army shooting people. They were coming at them, eating away at their flesh. I just sat there, watching the 'things' eat the whole army. They were acting like they hadn't eaten in months. A few minutes past by and the army were all gone… I was shaking, panicking; I didn't know what to do. I ran upstairs to my mum and dads room. I looked around and stared in horror. My mum was laying on the floor, while my dad was tearing chunks out of her flesh and stuffing it down his face. He had turned into one of them, and now I had to fight alone.
I ran into my room and got the biggest bag I could find. I chucked my clothes into it. I then ran down the stairs into the kitchen and threw all the tin food and bread into my bag. I started filling up bottles with water. I needed all the food and water I could find, otherwise I would die. After I finished that I ran to the garden shed and got my dad's baseball bat and axe. I set of into the forest behind my house. Maybe there are some survivors like me? Or maybe I am just all alone. I need to find out. I can't fight this battle alone.