My God. Chapter 2. And theres not even chaptesrs in the one i wrote for school. Idunno. I hope you like it!:)
Zombies. Chapter 2
by xBeatlexFreakX
A Dead Rat. (gotcha;) It had huge scratch marks on it. What the Hell? We Didn't own a cat, nor a dog. I kind of doubted that Reannes frog could makes Scratch marks that big.
My God.I think i'm going insane. I turned, sighing. I thought about grabbing a glove and picking up that gross mouse. When i turned, i had another haeart attack.
That woman that I had saw in the mirror, was five feet in frount of me. Yet, in full body form. She was wearing a long white wedding dress, that looked like a wedding dress. it drug on the blue tiles as she stalked twards me. She was holding a butchers knife that had blood dripping on the floor.
Step
*drip*
step
*drip*
I let out a blood curdling scream as my legs turned to jell-o below me.
"Chelsea, Will you shut that never ending hole in your mouth?" REanee shouted. That woman in front of me vanished. I, on the other hand, was gasping for air, thinking i REALLY WAS going insane.
I am not a cyco. I was not Illousnating. So, what in the world was wrong with me?
I was breathing harder then a track runner at the championships. I felt like I had ran a marathon with no practice whatsoever. I crawled across the kitchen. Not having the strength to get up.
As i looked from the ground as i reached the family room, i saw my little sister Riley.
"Riley? What are you doing up?" I asked. She was wearing my Beatles shirt i had gotten her for her last birthday. Riley didn't move as i asked the question. She had blood running down the corners of her mouth. She looked like a zombie off a horrar movie set. She didn't say a thing, she just stared at me with Grey eyes. They were difiently not her light blue eyes she had gotten from her mom.
"C-C-Chel...Chelsea?" Riley stammered. More like hissed. Okay, she really did not sound like my precious 7 year old little sister. She sounded like a possessed demon or something.
"RILEY!" I screamed. By not, the blood drawn from my face. Probally laving it as white as the snow outside. My eyes probally looked like tomato's. I stood up slowly, I don't know why, but i was screaming as i sprinted up the stiars. I heard pounding and screaching behind me. I slammed my door almost tripping over the brown carpet. I grabbed my baseball bat which was handing on the wall. I clutched it, "Oh my god, Oh my god." I whispered there was hard frantic pounding at my door.
That thing out there was not my sister. My golly, What was it? She looked like a... a... zombie? But, do zombies act like that? What am i talking about? Zombies dont exist... or do they? Looking at my sister i could argue.
I was breathing hard again. MY heart was racing like a disco song from the 70's. Riley, or whatever that thing was, was still pounding and screeching at my door.
Please Go away, i begged in my mind. Yet, that little voice in my mind was telling me to bash it's head in.
"Damn, Chelsea! Will you s-" I heart Reanne scream. Then, a blood curdling scream. I had to get out of this mad house. I put my baseball bad down for a slight second for i could slip on my uggs and jacket. I grabbed my Go-Kart keys and shoved them in my pocket. I picked up my baseball bat and put my hand on the doorknob.
I let out a deepbreath. On the count of three, I am going to open the door and beat Rileys head in.
That sounds mad... ok.
One...
Two...
Three...
I swung open the door to a screeching Riley. I wacked her in the head, HARD, and ran. I ran to the frount door, to more Caous. My friend Paul McCartney snapped her head around, a whole 160 deprees without moving her torso. He sprinted twards me from the gate screeching.
I Had my bat ready. and when Paul got close enough, i swung and hit him. I took off as soon as i saw Paul fall to the ground twitching madly.
It was a funny sight. But, i was in no mood to laugh.
I ran to the shed and go in my two seated Yellow and black go-kart. I stuck in the key, being so shakey i dropped it twice. I got the engine roaring. I began driving frantically. I wasn't sure where i was giong. But, I knew i was getting away from here...
