The Apocolypitic Nightmare

Chapter 3

Toby's POV

Down the narrow lane way, up through George street I ran. I was running from zombies the flesh eating monsters had chased me all through the local shopping concept. I was running for one place in particular..... The butcher, surely they would have some large butchers knives there, I mean come on. I grabbed a large rock and threw it through the butcher window. Glass went everywhere but that wasnt my top priority at the moment. I decided to make a quick checklist in my head.

1. Grab some butchers knives and any other things that may be necessary.

2. Kill these bloodthirsty drop dead ungeorgous creatures.

3. Get out of here alive.

As I ran through the butchers I found at least 10 different sized knifes. Some in which would become very good at slicing off heads. There was a loud banging and rasping sound at the door. "Shit I better hurry up!" I told myself. I grabbed 6 of the knifes and ran out the back door. I ran and ran and ran then one of the zombies lunged at me but I cut of his head and his body slumped to the ground. My lungs were bursting for a rest. I ignored the pain in my chest and kept running. I looked behind me and saw a massive group of zombies chasing after me. I tried to urge my legs to run faster but nothing happened. My feet were all of a sudden stuck like they were set in the concrete but the zombies were catching up fast. I tried to move my feet but they were stuck.

5 more steps and they would catch me!

4 more steps and they would scratch me!

3 more steps and they would tear me up!

2 more steps and they would devour me!

1 more step and .......

I woke up with a gasp and to a severe thunderstorm, I was covered in sweat and my head felt clammy. I checked my alarm clock which was on my bedside table. It read 3pm.

Unknown POV

I was walking down the street when the little old lady walking next to me suddenly grabbed my arm. I looked at her face and I thought that she must of been having a seizure because her frail body was shaking uncontrollably, she was frothing up at her mouth and he pupils were dilated and her eyes had definitly not been red before when she grabbed my arm. What ever this change was, it was making her short petite fingernails turn long,sharp and a dark purply brown/black colour. It looked like she had a serious case of fungal disease. While I was distracted by the sudden change and her now disfigured looks I was scratched by one of her hideous fingernails on my arm. The scratch turned a sickly green colour around the outside. I finally knocked the lady/whatever she was now near her neck with a near by branch from a tree and with a strong blow to her neck again, her head rolled off and onto a nearby road and was driven over by a 4x4 car. Oops. Luckily there was no one out on the streets to see this. I heard a faint wailing sound off in the distance. It sounded like an ambulance. My instincts told me to run so I fled.

Alison's POV

It is now the holidays and I am happy just lounging on the couch watching the footy and eating popcorn. (I know healthy right). When all of a sudden my step- father Frank stumbled into the house. I swear he hates me with every part of his dark heart and he hated my mum as well. Every time he would come home he will yell and abuse my mum, and I would be unable to move at the sight of someone treating another human being like that. I would be helpless. This brought back memories of my mum and I. She had my vivid green eyes and slightly tanned skin. My real dad on the other hand had bright blue eyes and sandy brown hair. He also had a brilliant white smile and I guess it suited because he was a dentist after all with a smile like that.

I tensed, something didnt feel right. I looked at Frank and he looked back at me and for a second i thought that his eyes turned red...wait they were definitly red and he had white frothy stuff at his mouth.He then tried to leap at me and I dodged easily grabbed a vase that small pebbles in it and threw it at his head. Smash! Frank fell backwards and hit the ground with a heavy thump. I think that he was just knocked out. There had been some serious cases of people who had frothed up at the mouth and whose eyes had turned red. The special scientists studying this particular thing had said that it could be a possible outbreak of a virus that is contagious if you are scratched or bitten at. They think that it is a similar affect to a zombie. It could be possible but who would believe it I mean come on zombies arnt real, but then again anything is possible.

Toby's POV

I woke up 6 hours later. My clock on my bedside table read 9:00. I got up from my warm bed and went downstairs to greet my parents. "Mum! Dad!" I yelled. No answer. Maybe they are out in the front garden talking to the neighbours. Once again I yelled "Mum! Dad!" Still no answer. Weird I thought to myself.

Then the phone rang and I ran back inside the house to answer it. Just in time and i picked up the phone." Hello, who's this?" I asked. I was answered with a 'who else would it be man?,its me Drew."

"Hey man whats up?" I asked. I rang to ask you of you wanted to go the movies today. "Umm sure let me find mum and ask her if its okay". I turned around to the sight of two people with red coloured eyes and frothy white stuff around their mouths, also with elongated browny coloured nails. "Mum? Dad?" I got groaning and rasping as a reply. Shit! I yelled and dropped the phone as I ran out the house. I took my bike which had been left on the front lawn the night before and I rode to Drews house as fast as I could pedal. Leaving those things behind that were my mum and dad but not any more.

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Third chapter is finally up :):)