Everyday I dream about it, the zombie apocalypse. Weird, right? Little did I know, I would be in the thick of it.

That morning I got dressed, pulling on a Christmas hat as a special touch, and left the house, as usual. However, before I reached the bus stop, I knew something was wrong. Brushing this thought aside, I climbed onto the bus. It moved forward, I mean, why wouldn't it, its a bus? But then, just as my favorite song began to play (typical, right?!), the bus swerved, throwing me against the wall.

I heard a low moaning from the side of the bus. Curious, I turned to see a pus-covered zombie flop through the door. I turn, and with ease, punch the zombie to the floor. I look down at his sad, dead eyes and I cry, for a man I never knew, for a man that tried to eat me! What the hell is wrong with me? I slap myself, colour flooding back to my face.

Whilst admiring this new-found colour, I did not notice the zombie sneak up behind me. He attacks, me narrowly missing. Unfortunately, I didn't miss the glass on the floor. Broken shards of glass dig into cheek and the blood pours out. The zombie, now more interested in a flap of skin, misses me attacking from behind. I hit him off the bus and stare at his lifeless body before flopping to the ground.

I lay on the floor, shattered glass surrounding me and look over at my sister. I'd forgotten about her! A flock of zombies attack her and I battle them away with my bare hands.

I pull her her close and hug her tight. Why did I wish for something like this? Noticing the fleshy mess on my hands, I realize that the bus is empty, how, still remains a mystery.

So here I am, cradling my sister, (no, she is not a baby, she is 11 and has just been attacked by zombies, you think I am just going to leave her?) and picking the dead flesh from under my fingernails. And waiting, for what, I don't know! I close my eyes, a lonesome tear escaping my eye. A tear that doesn't go unnoticed. My sister, Hannah, looks up as the tear splashes to the floor, joining the mixture of pee and blood, an early Christmas present from the zombies, thanks guys, we owe you!

"Are you OK?" She whimpers, clearly holding back the tears herself.

Wiping my eyes, I give her a reassuring smile and stand up. I offer her a hand up and pull her off the bus taking a discarded umbrella as a weapon (it's better than nothing!). It's then I remember, the number one rule for a zombie apocalypse! Find a bus! I turn back to our bus (you get it now?), battered, but still in one piece. Smashing the drivers cabinet with the umbrella (told you it's useful!), we climb inside.

I've played Mario Karts enough, I should be able to drive the bus! I slam my foot on the pedal and the bus speeds off along the road. Just as I think I have gained control of the bus, I swerve off the road, hitting a long empty house. Re-gaining confidence, I take the bus back onto the road.

I drive to the only place I can think of, school. We smash through the gates, the bus out of control. Apparently, three years of Mario Karts, two LegoLand driving licenses and Scalectrix doesn't make you a qualified driver!

I turn the corner and the bus slams into school gate…