ZombieStuck

Day 1

John

I slammed the door shut behind me and locked it. I breathed heavily from all the running Id been doing. There was banging at the door and scratching. Moans sounding so inhuman filled the house.

I ran up the stairs away from the door. I needed my hammer. I never carried it around anymore, I mean what's the point if there were no threats...at least not until now.

I closed the door to my old room and locked it shut. I started to rummage through my red chest and grasped onto my warhammer of Zillyhoo. Sounds ridicules, but it's my kick ass weapon.

I look out the window and there are several bloody people still at my door, I didn't recognize any of them thank gog, but I felt sad for them anyway. I took a deep breath and climbed out my window and dangled down a little bit then dropped and rolled to the ground.

They saw me and I bolted. Dave's house is closest to mine, I'll head there first and figure out what the hell is going on.

Dave

"Bro, Bro, what the hell are you doing?" I step back, my bro rushed at me again and I dodged to the side. He was all pail and bloody, his eyes were bloodshot through his cracked glasses.

I picked up his fallen katana and pointed it at him, "Bro, this better be some sick joke. I don't want to have to put you down."

I backed up against the wall and bro charged me again. I shut my eyes, but I still heard the katana sink deep into his chest. His nails raked my shoulders and I opened my eyes to see him trying to pull me closer. His mouth dripped saliva as he tried to latch his teeth onto me.

I pushed him back and he landed on the ground with a thud. I grabbed another katana from the wall and shoved it down through his chest where his heart was and into the floor.

He still flailed trying to get himself up and I feel my back hit the far wall and slip down. I take off my shades and for the first time in forever I cry.

John

I slam down my hammer onto to Dave's door. There was no answer, but I could hear someone sobbing. The door cracks and the final swing sends it falling to the ground.

I walk in slowly to see the carnage of the living room. Dave's bro Dirk was flailing on the ground with two katanas in his chest, he moaned and groaned trying to grab at me. Dave sat on the ground looking up at me with a tear stained face.

He put back on his shades and stood up. "Dave I'm,"

"Shut up John and give me your hammer." He said.

I shakily hand him Zillyhoo and in the next second he slams it down onto his bros head crushing it. He slammed down again and again, long after he had stopped moving.

I placed my hand on Dave's shoulder and he leans back onto my legs and silently cry's in the puddle of his brothers blood.