terror rains the streets

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Screams, screams were all that could be heard as I awoke from my slumber. At first they sounded distant, least a few blocks away. But they were drawn closer. I hopped out of bed careful to lock my bedroom door and took a  peek out the window.


I made a horrible decision. People were running around screaming, their loved ones jumping onto them and ripping into their flesh, the unimaginable had happened, people turned on people and as the chaos erupted. This was it, the start of a zombie apocalypse.


I grabbed my bedside lamp and went down stairs to ensure all the doors were locked and secured shut. Stupidly i placed my lamp on the coffee table. Then I went to check on my parents. I really wished I hadn't because when I did I saw my dad lying on the kitchen floor, gun in hand staring at me while a zombie ripped into his cheeks, tearing chunks out and shoving them into his mouth. I wished he'd learn some table manners, geez. I backed away slowly and not too carefully as I backed into a cabinet and knocked a mirror on the floor. Next thing I know I had a bloody flesh-eater chasing me ever so slowly. At first I played with him, making him follow me in circles. Then eventually I had a big enough gap of time to grab my dad's shotgun.

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