short stories

My very own grave

This one was also for my English class, enjoy.

I never thought I would return here, my very own grave. When the zombie apocalypse started I assumed that I was free, competing in silly walk tournaments and eating brains was a fun way of living. However, when the living started fighting back we were quite confused, it was not like they were using their brains anyways. So, imagine my confusion when the little living, who strangely resembled a horse, tricked me into going back into my very own grave. She chose a grave at random, but it was my very own.

Don't get me wrong, it's a lovely grave but being stuck in here gets a little boring. It's not like I can go swimming with Michael Jackson or play chess with the queen of England. Now I'm just stuck here, in my very own grave, thinking about the stars, time and my place in the universe.

Baby Shark, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, great, they build an elementary school right next to my grave, I guess I'll at least get some distraction.

A B C D... it's the fifth time I hear this song today, maybe I should take some dirt to put in my ears.

I have already counted up to a billion, what more can I do with my death. I could write a novel, "The chronicles of the zombie under the elementary school", too long. What about, "death, my daily life", that's a good title. What should the story be about?

I forgot, here, in my very own grave, I don't have paper nor ink. How am I going to write my novel, guess I won't get famous after all.

This is getting too boring for me, I'm digging my way out of this grave.

No! no! no! this can not be true. My grave, my very own grave, all this time. It. was. open.