To My Family and ⓒⓞⓡⓖⓘs.
The creature's figure was shrivelled. Its gnarled hands reached towards me lifelessly. As I looked into its eyes, I shivered. They looked so dead.
I backed up, tripping over a spare box on the floor. My breath hitched as I pulled myself back up, and I spread my hands in front of me as protection.
The zombie stumbled towards me.
I was petrified. My bones turned to jelly.
Run, you idiot!
Turning around, I clutched at the door handle and tried to yank it open.
Nothing.
The door was jammed. My blood chilled.
I gave it a few more pushes, tears welling at the edges of my eyes, then turned back to the zombie.
The zombie reached out a hand. It was so close I could smell his foul breath.
I shut my eyes and pushed myself against the door.
This is it. I'm going to die.
Just then, the door banged open, sending me crashing to the floor. A hazy figure flew in, feet-first, and kicked the zombie hard in the chest. It fell to the floor, where it struggled to get up. My savior swiftly pulled out a pistol and shot it squarely in its forehead.
My jaw dropped.
He turned to me, his face grim. "You'd better come with me," he announced. "The times have changed. One shot, you're dead."
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Despair
ActionA zombie apocalypse that is overturning, killing and ultimately destroying the world shouldn't be something that kids (teens) should need to handle. Yet that is exactly what Evan, a young 12-year-old with his life ahead of him needs to face. But no...
