Zombie What?

P4 : INTRUDER

"How annoying." I whined, throwing my phone on my bed as I paced around my room thinking of a plan.

"F*ck she such an idiot-." I complained, rubbing my face. I started raking my hair back with my fingers, hoping it would help me think of something.

"During an apocalypse! During a god damn apocalypse!" I yelled, throwing my head back in frustration.

I looked around the room, my eyes looking towards the direction of my closet.

"F*ck it. It's not like I have anything better to do. " I shrugged, making my way to my white bifold closet . While opening it, it was followed by a creaking sound. The hinges were broken from the time where I punched it in frustration after losing an online game.

I pulled clothes off of my hangers quickly and stuffed it in my duffle bag that I found sitting on the shelf in my closet. I threw in a pair of extra shoes and zipped up a bag, tossing it over my shoulder, and headed downstairs.

Before I could fully make it down the steps I heard one of my windows break, like someone had threw something at it. The sound of someone stepping on the glass followed.

I quietly placed my duffel bag on the stairs. As I had no weapons around, I decided to go in empty handed. I walked down the stairs slowly, peeking the corner.

"What the hell!" I yelled, startling the boy who was in my kitchen eating a slice of bread. I walked up to him grabbing him by the collar.

"Ayo man chill!" He said before I had the chance to curse him out. He was a black boy who looked to be around my age. He had dyed blond hair and two nose piercings.

"What do you think you're doing, you can't just come into someone house, I might as well kill you now." I pulled him towards the stove, quietly turning it on to high heat.

"Hey hey hey chill!" He yelled as I tried to push his face against the stove but he held the sides of the stove pushing him self up, resisting the force of my push.

"Listen to me!" He whined as I pushed harder against his head. He managed to escape, causing me to lose my balance and place my hand on my hot stove top. I screamed in pain and ran to the sink, Turing on the faucet and putting my half cooked hand underneath it while the water ran.

AUTHOR;
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