I'm walking home from work. I hear a growl. Assuming its just a grumpy cat I keep walking. There are some more growls. I'm put off by this so I fasten my pace. Something grabs my ankle, so I sprint.
I'm now at the door of my house, banging on it. I'm surprised to find it open, so I walk inside. My "mom" jumps on me, about to sink her teeth into my shoulder. I push her off as hard as I can, I then grab a knife and stab her repeatedly. I start to sob- But then I'm interrupted by someone. Or something.
The door swings open. I forgot to lock it-! About 5 or 6 zombies charge at me. Luckily, I can run faster then my whole class. I snatch a few kitchen knives- and stab them in their vital places. Their hearts, eyes, and the remainders of their brains. After making sure they're dead, I pack a bag hastily and get the hell out of there.
