Zombie Music Festival

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~ 3 Weeks Later ~

We are running through the back streets to my house. When a zombie appears from an alley making Jake trip, I quickly glance back and what I saw was not pretty. The zombie that appeared had his skin peeling off and his dirty clothes are torn. He pins Jake down, bites his arm and then completely rips the flesh free. Jake's blood curling screams echo through the lifeless streets. I keep running with the guys. I soon recognise my house, and I run faster because I know we aren't safe. The key is still behind the flower pot on the window, I quickly unlock the door and let the guys in. My dad was an ex-police officer who still had his radios. I quickly found it in the attic and start trying to communicate with anyone but all I could get was static, until I heard a faint voice. "Hello... Hello is anyone there?" I question.

Then the static clears "Hello... are you OK?" says someone with an Australian accent.

"We are survivors from the England Zombie attack, please send help!!" I ask.

"OK, where are you?" he responds.

"Near the Download Festival, how long will you be? There are 5 of us" I state.

"OK, support will be there in two days, hang on till then and meet at the festival grounds but be quiet getting there, as noise attracts... those things" he says.

"Sure, will do" I claim.

I walk downstairs and tell the guys that there is help coming, "Good, we will survive" Andy predicts and then they start cleaning out my pantry, looking for canned food.

Two days later, we are picked up by a helicopter and flown to a safe zone, so we can be transported to Australia. A week later all the places where the virus had taken over are bombed, destroying all Zombies and Life.