The House at the End of the Street

Chapter Nine: Apocalypse

Almost immediately, the zombies were knocking at the door, trying to knock it over. I grabbed a few chairs and started blocking the door.
"Help me!" I screamed, snapping the rest of the crew back into reality.
Gracie and Jack went to the back of the living area and grabbed a bunch of chairs, but the zombies started pushing their way into the library doors.
"Oh hell," Jhett said, pulling me aside as a huge creature, it had a human head, the torso of a human, and below the torso was a ghostly tail, grabbed about seven zombies from the door and threw them, trying to get its way into the library.
The scariest part of the monster was that it pulled itself, meaning it didn't walk, it grabbed onto the ground and thrust itself to move forwards. It could go at least 50 miles an hour.
It grabbed at the inside of the library as we all ran upstairs. Once it got half inside, it released a 'nails on a chalkboard' sounding screech. I grabbed my machete from my room and tried to fight back, but the monster grabbed me by the leg and threw me into a bookshelf.
"Zack!" Seth screamed, running to me.
I looked up just in time to see the monster smash Seth with a wooden bookshelf. Seth flew backwards and into the kitchen, where the bookshelf broke through the wall with such power, it knocked Seth out.
Seth looked up at me and laid back on the floor and I took my chance and slid on the floor next to the bookshelf to help Seth, but he was too weak to move.
"Leave me, Zack. It's not worth it!" Seth could say before he fell back on the ground.
"C'mon, Seth! Just get up!" I responded, trying to lift the bookshelf on top of him.
"Go! I'll be alright," Seth said, reassuringly.
I stood up and turned around. I saw Madison running in his direction to help Seth.
"What are you doing?" I asked, stopping Madison in her tracks.
"Trust me. I know how to do this!" She said back, running the direction Seth was.
I ran back in front of the monster, still half in the blocked doorway, and grabbed one of Conner or Gracie's arrows and thrust it into the eye of the monster.
"Get upstairs!" I yelled, shoving everyone upstairs.
I could see out of the corner of my eye the beast smash through the doorway and send out another blood-curdling screech. About a dozen or so zombies also entered the building. The monster ran after me up the stairs, but I was able to hold it off long enough for the rest of the group to hop out a window.
"Back off, ugly beast!" I screamed, waving my machete in its face.
It backed off a little but came back with another screech. I kicked it in the face and tried running upstairs, but the monster grabbed me by the leg and started pulling me into its mouth.
At that moment, Jack and Gracie came running from the upstairs room and grabbed one of my arms, Gracie let go and shot at the monster. One of her arrows landed right in the pupil of the beast's eye, letting me go and Jack pulling me up the stairs.
The beast was about to grab Gracie, but I pulled her out of the way just in time for the beast to miss and crash through the stairs. I jumped out of the window and onto my face as zombies surrounded us.
"Yay. Death fun times," Jack said, sarcastically.
We all got into a circle, Gracie and Conner pulling out their bows, Jack pulled out a slingshot, Jhett getting his broom handle, and I put the machete in front of me, ready to beat Zombie ass.

I took the first blow from a zombie that had crossed my path. Gracie and Conner shot arrows right into the zombie's head, stunning them long enough to run past. Jack launched rocks from his brand new slingshot he never used. It also stunned the zombies, but long enough that we could run.
I took my chance and stabbed a zombie in the gut, throwing it back over my shoulder, the rest of the group running past me as I held them off.
"I've got this! Go!" I screamed, the rest of the crew following behind.
I stabbed a few more zombies before running after the group. They were so far ahead of me that I couldn't tell where they had gone. I was slapped in the face by branches of all sizes, big ones to little twigs.
Then, I tripped over onto a rock and fell into some mud. A hoard of zombies came running at me as I laid there trying to get out of the mud, but it turned out, it had me stuck in it.
"No! This is now how I go out!" I said to myself, knowing full well that I was going to die.
Things looked grim for me, but then, a huge masked figure jumped down from a tree with six others and started fighting off the zombies. Six of the seven had broken wood baseball bats and the last one had a broken metal one. The guy who had landed in front of me grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the sticky mud.
"Ya might want to run, kid. I'm Thomas, though. It's not like you'll know that for long," Thomas said, pushing me the other way. I couldn't see his face in the darkness, but I had recognized his voice.
"Get outta here, kid!" One of the guys screamed at me.
I started running in the other direction, realizing that I had dropped my machete.
"crap!" I screamed, running back to where I was.
I went back over to the mud and saw one of the guys getting mauled by a HUGE wolf, probably four feet tall and eight feet long. It snapped its head right back to me and stared at me, the guy's guts hanging out of his body.
I started backing up until I was about twenty feet away from it and saw my machete laying on the ground next to me. I knew if I made a swift movement, it would attack me, so I slowly squatted down, but fell over. I hated squats. The wolf began sprinting faster than I could comprehend.
I grabbed my machete, rolled over and the wolf jumped over me and quickly turned around. It started walking towards me, stalking me and not taking its eyes off me. BOOM! An arrow that came from nowhere hit the wolf in the head, making it scream a horrible screech.
"You alright, Zack?" Jhett asked, running over to me with the wolf still near, and helped me to my feet.
All of a sudden, the wolf started to pounce on Jhett, but BAM! BAM! BAM! Thomas was standing across from us with an old WWI musket in his hands. He had shot the creature dead. Jhett was cold with a single expression on his face... fear.
Thomas helped both of us to our feet before actually introducing himself.
"I'm Thomas, and I'm part of a small group of people called the Crimson Wolves,"
"So, you're furries?" Gracie asked, starting to laugh a little.
"No, we hunt furries, wolves for example. Now with an apocalypse in our future, we decided to switch twenty minutes ago," Thomas finished.
"Nice. So, who was that?" I asked, pointing to the corpse of someone.
"He had recently joined, not a big deal. He was a jerk," Thomas said, lighting a match on a dry tree branch.
I could finally see his face. He had bruises all over his face, mostly around his eyes, a giant scar stretching from his hairline to the bottom of his jaw, going across his left eye, and his left eye was a light grey like he was blind in that eye.
"Holy crap!" I said, falling backwards.
"Yeah, that's what you get when you hunt wolves," Thomas replied, leading us out of the forest.
"Where are the others?" I asked, turning to Gracie.
"They are in a cavern somewhere, I helped them hide," Gracie said, tugging at my arm to go after them.
"Where are you guys going?" Thomas asked, turning around.
"We're going back to get our friends," Gracie said, tugging at my arm harder.
"Dude. You belong with us," Thomas said, grabbing my other arm.
"No, Zack. You have friends," Gracie said
Thomas let go of my arm and I fell into Gracie. I stood up and dusted myself off.
"C'mon, Zack," Gracie said, pulling me into the empty darkness of the night.
"Good luck surviving out there," Thomas said, but eventually, he disappeared from our vision.
Gracie and I ran to the cavern and saw the rest of the group, still sitting next to one another.
"Let's go," Gracie said, helping up the rest of the kids.
With that, we got up and ran towards the rising sun, hoping to stick together and not die. We ran to the beach where we sat down in the sand and watched the sunrise over the trees behind us.