Zombie Land

Chap.3) S

Seth thought, "Don't look down, don't look down." Over and over again.

You would wonder why a kid - who is scared of hights would climb a tree to get away from zombies . . . but then again Seth is also afraid of zombies . .  so . . .

Seth was safely in a tree - of as safe as he could be - as the fear of falling and becoming a zombie snack was never far from mind. A cluster of twenty zombies stood, clawed, moaned, or stared with red eyes at either the tree or Seth - whichever was unknown.

Seth Paker was a not-chubby-not-skinny thirteen year old - he was pretty smart but had a litte promblem of proving that fact. With his blonde curly hair and glasses people thought he was more comic-book nerd than book nerd.

Seth looked at the full moon and feared about werwolves - until he heard a moan and remembered that everyone was now a zombie.

Seth sighed, it looks like he was trapped for awhile - it wouldn't be his first or last time getting trapped by zombies. And how everyone turned into zombies was a wonder to Seth - he had been in math class and a girl next to him tryed to bite him - then - the next thing Seth knew - everyone was, they followered him out of the school - not a slow or fast pace to it - and he went up a tree, he waited three weeks and then they were gone.

Seth doubted twenty zombies were to wast their time waiting for him to get down - they had zombie things to do - or thats what Seth believed anyway.

How Seth made it two-years - let alone a week - wasn't clear to Seth either. His brother Brett said he was stupid and couldn't live a week the woods that was around there house - he was right. Yet Seth knew Brett is, er, was a zombie. Seth killed him - and not even meaning to.

Seth was being stalked by a girl zombie and he graded a bat that was by the door of the house he had broken into to get some food - he swing it back with a lot of force and knocked off Bretts head, who Seth hadn't even known was about to bite him from behide. So, Seth made a get-away, his brother now really dead - not that Seth minded much - he was a git.

Seth sighed and sat own on a tree bracnch - big enough to hold his weight and allowing him to rest his head under his bag - filled with a bottle of water, six bruised apples, two candy bars, and a can of coke.

Seth was ready. Seth slowy fell asleep, living wolves howled, a soft wind picked up, the zombies moans lowered, and a stray cat ran past a flickering lamp light in the street close to Seth's old home.