Slowly, I slid through the backyards of some fenced-in, downtown houses. Trying to find any sign of peaceful life, I peaked through windows only to find either the dead, or the living dead. I hopped over a low metal fence as quietly as possible. Praying that the dead would not find me.

Tired and dizzy, I looked around to see if any zombies were around. The coast was clear, so I plopped down on a lawn chair which sat on the back porch of someone's house. I laid there and wondered, Can the blood on my shirt attract zombies? Like sharks? After that thought zoomed through my head along with one million other things, I took off my shirt and tossed it onto the roof. The sun was baking me anyway. With a cool breeze and the warm air, I felt pretty weak and sleepy. Only for a second. I'll rest only for a second, I thought before I closed my eyes, and drifted to sleep.

I woke up to a strange sound. Moaning…from a zombie that was trudging nearby. I tried to find my knife, quickly but I couldn't find it anywhere. The sun had set, but the streetlights helped me make out most things. On, the other side of the metal fence, an old woman with murder in her eyes, was staring me down. She was trying to find a way around the fence, but she couldn't. The old woman hissed and growled at me. Blood was on the collar of her tattered nightgown. I could tell that she had her midnight snack. I got out of the chair and folded it up. She was glaring at me with her red teeth showing when I came over to her. With the lawn chair tightly grasped in my hands, I whacked her across the head. One strike was enough for her to topple over. Her breathes started to get faster, and then slower. Then, eventually, I did not hear anything. The old woman was dead.

Traveling the streets at nighttime was a dangerous thing already. With zombies, the trek felt even more so. I could not find my knife when I tried to search for it. I knew that there was not enough light to search for it. It would only be a barrier in my journey to find other survivors (if any were still around).

With the rising sun behind them, the gray clouds moved across the sky. I could see smoke just as I entered the city limits. My stomach was in knots for two reasons: The first being that I hadn't eaten in over 18 hours. The second reason was because I had a strange feeling that I was being watched.

The highways were devoid of life and happiness. Blood dripped down half of the cars, yet not one dead body was to be seen. The other half of the cars had a dozen bullet shots through them. Up ahead a quarter mile, was a McDonalds. I would have chuckled if I saw any zombies inside of a McDonalds restaurant, but knowing that my life was at risk, I kept a straight face.

In the parking lot, I looked inside of the glass windows to see if anything was in there. The coast was clear yet again, but beside me, I could hear a voice coming from inside of the outside, gated play area. The voice was from a small kid who looked about 9 or 10 years old. He was hiding in a yellow slide that was connected to a multi-colored castle. He was looking at me with a fear in his eyes.

He was pointing at me, but I didn't know why until he whispered, "Behind you."

When I jerked my head around, a thin, pale zombie was running at me. I was too far away from the gated play area, so I leapt on top of a silver Honda Accord with the key still in the ignition, and tried to kick my way down through the sunroof. When I kicked it twice I could make out a crack in the glass. The next thing I knew, the zombie was jumping onto the car and eat me. The boy screamed, and hid inside of the slide. I grabbed the zombie by the throat while he gnashed his teeth at me. I slung him down to the ground with one swift motion. His head knocked against the sunroof. His head was able to bust a 3 inch hole in the glass. He was momentarily stunned and confused. I beat him across his face and threw him off of the car. I used my bare hands to rip apart the 3 inch hole and enlarge it. The skinny zombie on the ground stumbled around , but couldn't regain focus. Far away, three more zombies came at me. I slid in through the sunroof and tried to crank up the car. It(conveniently) would not crank. I turned around to see one zombies claw at the window next to me, one was trying to get in through the hole I made in the roof, but he was too fat, and the last one jumped on the hood of the Honda and tried to break the wind shield. I was trapped.

The kid's scream could be heard above the zombies' monstrous growls. They veered their necks and spread out to locate the noise. I carefully opened the passenger side door, and slid out of the door so that the three zombies that were on the other side, could not see me. They couldn't find the kid even though I knew exactly where he was. He was still hiding in the yellow slide. I crouched down to the ground and peeped over the hood to see the kid still watching me. I signaled for him to be quiet, so he did. With the zombies heads turned the opposite way from me, I made a mad dash towards the front entrance. The zombies saw me run in, so they came after me. I knocked a trashcan in front of the double doors. The pale and green zombies used their shoulders to try and break down the door, but I countered by stacking all of the chairs on the trashcan until they could not see me through the glass anymore. After five or so minutes, they stopped. I saw three or four dead bodies inside of the restaurant. They were not the living dead. I saw the doors that led out to the play area. I went through them and tried immediately to find the yellow slide.

At the slide, I found him. His hair was blonde and his eyes were a light shade of blue. His clothes were bloodstained, and his nose was red from crying so much. The boy looked up at me.

"Are you going to eat me?" he asked me.

"No, I'm not one of those people."

"What's going on out there?"

"I don't know, but all I do know is that we have to stay hidden. Are your parents still alive, kid?"

"They are in there." He was pointing into McDonalds at the bodies that were sprawled out across the tables with bite marks all over them.

"Don't you worry, is your name anyway?"

"Melvin. How about you?"

"Ben." I answered.

He wrapped his little arms around me, held onto me tight, and cried. Even though he didn't know me, we both had one thing in common: Sadness.