It was a cold brisk morning. It was how I like my mornings to be even though most people hate the cold, but the thing I didn't like about was that there were people running about breaking into houses and biting the home owners throats out. Other than that it was a pretty nice day. Other people would be panicking, but I was ok considering that I was always prepared for a zombie attack. It was worth it even though the neighbors always looked at me funny when I was putting metal bars on my windows r when I ordered a box of grenades form Ebay and yes they have those. Well, look at me now. I was sound asleep in my bed all peaceful until my alarm woke me up. It was a stupid alarm that my mother got me when I moved out. I set the alarm one night and it wouldn't stop. But today it saved my life.
As soon as I woke up I heard the pounding on my front door. When I got up I put my pants and shirt on and grabbed the gun under my bed (and if you are wondering I'm not insane just a little crazy so don't judge) and went down stairs to get rid of (kill) the threat. Then I thought for a moment if I opened the door I will get bitten and I will have to put a bullet into my own brain. So I went up to my homemade balcony to see whats down there and seen that there was a crowd of people and it wasn't the kind you jump into at a rock concert. There were about six zombies at my door and thought well can't throw a grenade or it will blast my door down. So I went with the only rational answer, I went back into my house and grabbed a machete, then went back to the balcony and jumped off.
I landed machete first and by that I mean I landed on a zombie and shoved the machete into its head. Then in a spilt second I got up and sliced the head into another. After that the zombies began to realize that I'm behind them. Before they turned around I sliced the head off of another and I think it was my neighbor, well that's what you get for putting your leaves on my lawn. Then I licked one to the ground that was fully turned around, After that in a full swing I sliced both the heads of the zombies. Once the zombie on the ground started to get up I slammed the butt of my machete onto its head and the skull cracked open and trust me it wasn't a pretty site, but to be safe I shoved the blade into its head for the finisher. The first words that came to my mouth was "LIKE A BOSS". After I got myself together and regained my breath I climbed the ladder to my balcony and went back int my house.
I then went to my bathroom and washed my machete in my sink with some water and a towel. I then thought "this is by far the best thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life. My parents, my friends, my girlfriends, everyone I have ever known has thought I was crazy. Well look at them and look at me. I'm alive and more than likely there're dead or half dead. After I was done with washing the machete I put on a cabinet and then washed my hands. Once all the blood was gone form my hands I went back to the balcony to examine my new world. Multiple houses on fire, gunshots in the distance, and the ambulance sirens going off near here. I couldn't help but smile. To other people this new world is a living nightmare, but to me it is a paradise.
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Living or Dead?
HorrorPeter Vein is different, well thats what everybody else thinks. Nobody could stand, not even his parents. But in this new world of flesh eating monsters being different could be your only means of survival.