Panic and confusion control my mind. Good thing mom likes to hunt. I think. Mom. Oh no. I wonder if she knows about this. She did watch the news. I can't think about her right now, at the start of an apocalypse. I scurry down stairs to moms gun room. I search for a hand gun. 5 minutes later, I finally find one. I run up the steps to the kitchen and grab a sharp, smooth stake knife. With the hand gun and the knife in each hand, I run to my bedroom to find a backpack. I pick my dark green one I sometimes use for school. Then, I run to the kitchen again and get around a dozen water bottles filled with fresh clean water and bring them back to my backpack. Bullets. I need bullets. I jog back down to the gun room and get as much ammo to last about 3 months and fill my backpack, once again. I grab a picture of me and my mother, and stuff it into my bag, leaving the rest of our family photos behind, thinking mom will take them. I go to my living room and peak out the window. I'm not confused anymore. I know what is happening. Cannibals. Sorry not cannibals; flesh eating monster. Zombies. Yeah zombies is the word. All I can think about is my mother. But I can't stay and wait for her. I have to go out, and fight. I slowly make my way to the door and take out my knife from my bag, thinking that I'll have to kill to survive. And not just the animals.
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Cannibal Slayer
HorrorWhen zombies roam the earth, you trust no one. 16 year old Isabelle LeVine learns the hard way. She starts out alone, but soon understands there are still people out there. Good ones. Bad ones. Odd ones. She'll have to not only deal with the blood t...
