💀Molly's POV💀
I run upstairs and look for my dad's toolkit. "Crap where did he put it?!" Than suddenly.....BANG!....it was a gunshot. I run into my bedroom and look outside my window. There's a man outside shooting those things. He takes out two while backing up. He trips backward over a curb and he.....he gets eaten alive by three of them. They just start to rip his.....
"MOLLY MY TOOLS!!!" My dad screams. I run into my parent's room crying at the sake of that man outside. I see the toolkit, grab it, and race downstairs. My dad starts getting planks and putting them against that doors. I go to James and Leeanne to try and comfort them. My mom turns the tv on when I get to James.
"This is quite possibly *static* epidemic since the Black Plague *static* civilians must head *static* Atlanta." *Zip* the tv, lights, everything turned off.
"Leeanne are you okay?" James asks her. "I want mommy!" James and Leeanne both start to cry. I walk over and hug them both. I start to cry too. I really liked Carrie.....and now she's dead. I try to keep myself from crying but I can't. "Why are you crying Molly?" James asks. I say "There was a man outside and he got devoured by those....those..." "Walkers" James interrupts me.
"Nice" I say. My dad uses his flashlight and points it at himself. "Okay everyone listen up. We are gonna keep it quiet for tonight and just lay low. James, Leeanne, and Paul can sleep upstairs in our room. Molly." He points at me. "You will sleep with your mom in your room. I'm sleeping down here." "Thank you" Dad says. "Now get some sleep guys....if you can. It's gonna be a long night."
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It's Never Too Late
FanfictionFollow in the path of James, a boy who is caught between struggles everyday in this new world of a zombie apocalypse. From average everyday school kid to zombie killer, James tries to survive surrounded by friends and family. *This story is a drama...
