Infected

       I'm in my bed. I hear an explosion near by. I suddenly stand up, and open my shudders. Its so bright it looked like heaven, but its not. An atomic bomb just blew up a couple of miles away from my house.

      Now, do you really think thats how the story will start? Of coarse not! That would be one of the most stupidest ways to start a zombie book. I mean, seriously, are you kidding me? This is outragous! I will never start such story like that. Here let me start it off the way it should be.

       I'm in my bed. Rain is pouring down hard. I think of what's ahead, wondering what I will do in life. I check the time on my phone. When I turn it on, the light blinds my eyes. I think to myself, 'I need to lower my brightness.' Its 4 a.m. I need to sleep. I've been having a lot of trouble lately with sleeping. I turn on my lamp, and walk to the kitchen.                                                                                           The lights weren't working in the kitchen, which sucked. I was too lazy too buy a lamp, even though this is the 8th day the lights weren't working. I struggled trying to find some Melatonin, finally grabbing hold of the container. I need to stop taking them, relying on stupid sleeping pills. Still I pour some water into a cup. I take a sip and put the pill in my mouth at the same time. As I swallow, I feel the tablet going down my throat. I hear a soft thud very near by. Then I hear faint taps on the floor. 'What the heck is it?!' I wonder in fear. Then I realized how much of an idiot I am. It was my cat, Skit. The sound of the thud was him when he jumped off the counter top.

"Dammit Skit!" I said in a harsh whisper.                                                                                                                He made a low meow almost as if apoligizing. I sigh, and go back to my bedroom and lie down to sleep.