The outside is amazing but it's not always good. If the world is being over taken by rotting corpses that try to eat you and your whole family, looks like your on the same path as me.
Taking in all info in history class is not helping me. they force history down you throat until your backstabbing teacher says 'you can dismiss'. it is not a a good day. When the lessons finally over I go to get my lunch at the cafeteria, I've never really had any friends besides my best friend Harp, we've been friends for as long a I remember and I'm planing to keep it that way. "hey" says a voice from behind me, I turn to see no other than Harp standing there in a tight thin dress and jacket. she sits next to me and begins eating her lunch. "How was your summer break?" Harp says out of nowhere. "pretty boring since I didn't see you".
"I'm sorry I was busy I just couldn't fit you in to my spare time" she replied. we settled to a comfortable silence as we ate, then before we know it the bells ringing for the end of the day.
My mum picks me up everyday after school and sometimes harp bums a ride off my mum to get home but today she was all good to get home by her self.
So I jump in the car with my mum and we drive off. "How was school?" says my mum doing the obvious.
"It was fine" I reply
Again we drifted off into a silence until we got home.
As i walk into my house I get greeted by my bigger sister Tess, She has always loved me, we never fight and we always hang out together. "How was school little sis?" she asks cheerfully. "The usual" I reply back. I walk upstairs to my room and pass out on my for a couple of hours. I wake up about 11 at night to the house moaning from the wind. I step out of bed onto the chilly ground and grab my phone, at first the light blinded me but I ajusted and stared at my screen "Shit" I whisper to myself, I have about 5 missed calls from harp and heaps of messages. She must be in a real panic to call this many times, just before I could ring Harp back i here the stairs creak. At first I thought it was my sister but it deffenetly didn't sound like her, it sounded like gargerling, like someone was struggerling to breathe. "Tess?" I ask Before I could say another thing a corpse steps infront of my door, the only thing i could hear was my own scream for these struggerling seconds.
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Dear Zombie
AdventureWhen a zombie walks into Bridget pagier's room the outbreak begins a whole journey through a broken city with the last of her family. Will you survive?