My Short Stories

The Diary Of Rosanne James

                                                       September 29 8888. Tokyo, Japan

        This is my diary. It's the zombie Apocalypse. It has started in 8885. That was three years ago. My name is Rosanne James. I was born and raised in Tokyo, Japan. I am 14 years old. My first language is Japanese but I'm taking English, which gets me to the subject as to why I'm writing this diary. My English teacher thought that if we wrote a journal while all this went on maybe we could, not only learn more on how to write in English but be able to remember this in the future.

        So a lot of us humans who haven't been turned in to zombies, are hiding out somewhere. But some of us are still going on with our life. All schools are still open, so we still have to go to school. So today what had happened is about 70 people have been turned into zombies. And this is daily! A lot, not all, of the human race have been turned into zombies.

        Well, I have to go now. My teacher is telling us that time is up. Well, Good-bye. Or in Jappanese   さようなら 

Love,

Rosanne  James

                                                         October 2, 8888. Tokyo, Japan.

        Ok, you will not believe what has happened since the last time I wrote in this journal. So I was walking back home with my best friend, Sakura Saito. We parted ways at a stop sign that was in the middle of both of our houses. When I got in I didn't see any one.

        "Hello is anyone there?!" I yelled.But I didn't get a answer. All I heard was a groning. Thinking that there was a zombie, I grabbed the baseball bat that we leave by the door. I folow the sound. When I get to where the sound was coming from, my parents room. All I saw were two zombies. Suddenly I realized that it was my parents. So I hit them over the head with the baseball bat. Then I packed up my stuff and ran towards Sakura's house.

        Luckily she let me stay with her. So now I have no more family. My brother, Haruto James, was one of the first people who was turned into a zombie. Well I have to go now. See you next time. I really thought this would be more stupid then this is.

さようなら,

Rosanne James

                                                          October 5, 8888. Tokyo, Japan

        I'm going to die. I have been bitten. I was taken to the doctors, and they said my bite wasn't bad as the others. But that I will still die. It will be about a week before I will be put in a hospital. The school said that I can take my diary to the hospital with me. they said that they would have someone to help me write. But the next time I'm writing might be my last time.

       So, I should tell you how I got bitten. This was how it happened. Sakura and I were walking home as usual. When suddenly out of no where a group of at least 15 zombies came out.  All we had was a baseball bat. So she took the Bat and I just punched and kicked. But in the end I got bitten. Sakura came out of this with out getting bitten luckily.

        And that is how I got bitten. Now I have to go. Next time I write will be the last time I write before going to the hospital.

さようなら,

Rosanne James

                                                                October 7 8888. Tokyo, Japan.

        So it's decided, I will be put in the hospital tomorrow. They told me that I will be held there, not so they can treat me, but so that they can kill me the moment that I turn. So by tomorrow, I will have someone be writing for me. I will be telling someone what I want and they will write it for me. The only reason that I can't write for myself is that they have to keep my chained up. So that when I do turn into a zombie I don't bite anyone. 

        So the next time I write it will be someone else writing for me. I haven't meet them yet so I can't tell you anything abut them. All I know is that they are going to sell what I've writen. So people will be reading this. 

        Well I have to go now. See you next time.

さようなら,

Rosanne James

                                                                       October 9 8888. Tokyo, Japan.

        So someone else is writing this for me. I let her introduce herself.

        Hello, I'm Joanna. My last name will be a secret though. I'm 16 years old and I'm American, but my dads in the military. So here I am writing for Ms. James.

        Ok so now what has happened with my time in the hospital. Well, I've seen many kids like me. They all come in looking scared and then when they come out the look like they've seen a ghost. It's really sad when I see a kid who is at least three years old come in and then don't ever see them come out. They only people who come out are mother crying over there child. Dads trying not to cry, but you can tell that they want to cry so much.

        But with me, they saw I may not live very much longer. They have to kill me as soon as I turn into a zombie. But fortunately Sakura has visited me.The school has given me cards. I've also heard that a boy about 2 years younger than me has been turned into a zombie. He was found in the court yard as a zombie. A girl, who was brave enough, though a ball at his head.

        Well I should go now. I'm getting really tired. Bye.

さようなら,

Rosanne James

October 10 8888. Tokyo, Japan

        Hello, It's Joanna. Unfortunately Rosanne James had turned into a zombie last night and was killed. So this is the end. Not the end of the Apocalypse, but the end for her. Goodbye for now.

さようなら,

Rosanne James

Thank you for reading. I had no idea what I was doing at frist but this turned in to a good story. Hope you enjoyed it.