The freaking zombie apocalypse. (Boyxboy)

A/n: This is my first story, and I'm saying this because I want you to be mean and tell me what's wrong with it, got it? be honest, please. I care about your opinion, really. I'm trying to improve as much as I can, so if you see any errors, well, TELL ME! >:B

Everything used to be normal. It was never like this, I only read about this in horror stories that didn't scare me at all. It was all just a fictional story written in an attempt to scare us, until it really happened.

It was just another normal day for me, I just got back from school and everything was fine till noon. I was in my room and that's when I heard my sister's frantic steps running upstairs, without even knocking, not that she did knock anyway, she opened the door, with horrified look on her face. She looked like she was about to cry any minute now.

"Rod! Roderick! Hurry up, we're leaving!" She said gasping. "Why? What's going on?" I asked her confused. Then I heard a screech and a loud crash following it, I immediately looked out of the window to see what was going on. Mrs. Thompson's car was upside down on our lawn, I stared at it for a minute trying to figure out what I should do first. Help or tell someone, but I paused when I saw two figures approach the car.

At first, I thought that they were some of our neighbors who heard the crash trying to help. But when I got a better look my breath caught in my throat. I identified one as Gilbert, a friend of mine who lived two houses away, and the other was a stranger. They were limping instead of walking and they had missing limbs, which was definitely disconcerting and disturbing. I looked back and my sister, Erin, was gone.

I forgot about what was happening outside and started running around the house looking for her, I soon heard someone in the kitchen so I headed downstairs, the T.V. Was on and it was on the news channel. The headline made my blood run cold as I read it.

'People rising from the dead.'

I instantly thought about one thing, which was dead but at the same time living, zombies. I've read some stories about them but I wasn't so into them, I wasn't a zombie-geek, but I knew some important stuff about them that might help me survive, for a while, if it's really the apocalypse happening outside. I made my way to the kitchen, where I saw my sister shoving as much food as she could in her purple backpack. "We need to run, Rod, it isn't safe anymore or we'll die." she sounded hysteric, but she was trying to stay calm. He eyes were looking left and right frantically, as if the reanimated life forms would pop up from nowhere and attack. She was in no state to think rationally.

"Erin, calm down. We need to think this through." I tried to calm her down a little, there's an important question I had to ask. "Where is mum and dad?" She stared at me for what seemed like hours, her terrified face was turning into a sad one. "T-they.." She said hoarsely "They turned to one of them.. I.. Didn't know what to do.." She sobbed. I froze feeling numb with shock, but I tried to not let my parents' death affect me, and I felt this need to survive no matter what. "Where are they?" I asked her, this time more demanding.

With a shaky hand, she slowly pointed to the back door, which was opened ajar. Before I had time to act and close it, one of the undead, my dead mother to be precise, limped inside making me freeze with fear, I had to think and fast. Erin squeaked, which caught the zombie's attention, and backed away from it pushing some of the recently washed plates on the floor before falling on the kitchen's floor making even more sounds.

I had to act quickly, so I ran around the zombie and closed the door grabbing the kitchen knife in the process while I heard Erin scream frantically while the zombie climbed over her. Erin had both of her hands on the zombie's shoulder and was pushing the zombie away I aimed the knife for the head and stabbed the zombie making a loud crack sound as a result for cracking the skull. Erin continued crying on the floor staring at the dead corpse in front of her, which used to be our mother.