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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Science Fiction
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 11/07/2012
The Zombie Apocalypse
This is not going to end well for me, that’s a fact. The undead have us trapped in the hospital with almost no ammo in my .22 and an even worse feeling in my gut. The undead are locked outside but it won't take them long to break through that glass, and I will eventually join their ranks. I have two other people with me. They don’t have much better weapons than me, with only crowbars and knives. Even so, these people were probably far more prepared for this than me.
I was walking home from work when I had my first encounter with the undead. There had been stories on the news about people eating other people and not being able to be put down unless shot in the head. The doctors and medical specialists had no idea what was going on. These people ate other human beings and those that were bit did the exact same thing after dying from a horrible fever that burned them out. It was a disaster, cannibalism as a disease. The doctors couldn’t figure out whether it was viral, bacterial, or something else no one has heard of. My closest friends became victims of these people or things we call sick people. I was walking home and I saw someone short lying on the ground in a pool of blood. I soon discovered as I walked towards it that it wasn’t a short person but a half body and it was moving. It was my first time seeing one up close and it soon looked up at me. It reached out in a desperate attempt to reach me but I was too far away. Then it kept trying to bite me, I decided to leave. As I continued to walk home, I kept noticing more and more of them. I got home, locked the door, grabbed clothes, food, my gun, knife, matches, propane stove, propane tank, sleeping bag, hatchet, and some water purification tablets. I ran to the nearest apartment building, went to the second floor, opened every room looking for the so called “sick people” and when I didn’t find any I filled every bathtub and sink with water because I wouldn’t know when the water lines would be shut off. Also, I destroyed the stairs so that the infected couldn’t reach me and planned an escape route in case of emergency. I then turned on the television and saw an emergency broadcast that said to stay put and that help is on the way. This let loose a little bit of the knot in my stomach, it made me feel better that I would soon be able to get out of there. Early next morning I heard them… the horrible moans. They sounded far away and I wasn’t worried, but those constant sounds started to drive me insane. I had wished I had brought some earplugs. I went back to sleep trying to ignore the insistent sounds of the undead.
I woke up again in the afternoon and was hungry. I checked the rooms on the second floor and found a little bit of food in them. I ate some granola bars and drank some water. I decided that I would need to keep up my strength and so I decided to exercise. I did some push-ups and some sit ups to build up core muscles. Later that day I practiced with my .22, but the sound brought more of them to me and so I got a few kills in there. I went to sleep and at about midnight I heard footsteps outside. I looked out the window and saw two of them. But they called out to me and I realized that they were people. I let down a rope and hauled them up. I let them stay in one of the joining rooms and in the morning I let them join in my morning routine.
Another three days went by before I had to leave my shelter. It wasn’t because I wanted to but because I had no choice. At about three in the afternoon a large group of them passed through and one of our members dropped a pan and they all started moving towards us. We had to use the emergency exit I made to reach the street and escape. We ran to the hospital and locked the door. That’s how we got here, and that’s the reason we will die.
Right now those two are wondering what I am doing right now. Little do they know that I am writing my final moments in these pages in hope that if someone finds them they can share them with other people and learn from my experiences. Through my death others may be saved or meet the same fate that I am about to meet. Ha, and I thought that I was ready for any emergency; people had been yelling in the streets that this would happen but I didn’t listen, I just ignored them. I bet they are out there surviving right now and if they were here they'd be laughing in my face that they were right and that I was wrong. That was to be my downfall, my lack of preparedness.
The undead have made it through the glass and are making their way inside. These are my final words… always be prepared for any situation. No matter how stupid it may seem, it may end up happening to you when you least expect it and there is nothing worse than being in a life or death situation and not knowing what to do. Also, I hope that whoever finds this learns from it and can use it to better protect themselves and whoever may be with them against this menace of biblical proportions and in these crazy times. Goodbye, and good luck to you.
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