Not One of Us

Prologue.

My body trembled in fear as I covered my body with my covers. There were strange noises outside. Growling and hissing of some sort. I was too scared to check what it was and curled up in a ball. Sweat began to trickle down my neck and face making me more nervous and anxious. Where were my parents? Knock. Knock. Knock. I jumped and took a glance at my window. The sight left me in tears and shock. Faces were torn and ripped, blood continuously pouring out of their mouth and eyes. Zombies. They banged on my window, creating cracks and one of them managed to break my window. I knew if I didn't move I would die. I immediately jumped out of bed to escape. My covers tangled my feet and I fell helplessly. I screamed in horror as their boney hands gripped my ankle. All of them piled on me. One gripped arm, another on my neck. It was ready to strike. "Help! Please!" I screamed with all my might. I knew it was useless anyway. My screams were muffled because of my crying. This was the moment I knew I died. The zombie went near my neck, it's blood spilling on me. Suddenly I heard a gunshot.