The Walking Dead

One stormy night, I was in bed reading a book about paranormal activity. It was already late and everyone in the household were already asleep, except for my elder brother who went to his friend's birthday party. I was busy reading my book when suddenly our dog started barking. At first, I ignored it because it was only a few barks, so I started reading again. Our dog barked again, this time it seemed that it was barking at someone or something. It was followed by knocks at our kitchen door.I silently walked through the kitchen. You need to pass by the hallway of our kitchen first and turn to another way on the right side before you can actually see the kitchen door. Our dog is still barking and bawls together with the silence of our creepy village. As i slowly crept through the darkness in the hallway, i immediately opened the case full of sharp knives and utensils inside and randomly picked anything that my hand could reach. I got a knife and unknowingly, a fork. I have no idea why our dog stopped barking so I ran to the kitchen door and I froze in horror right at the door when I saw many tapping hands and also in the window. And as I closely ran through our window, all that I could see are people full of bloods on their bodies and they're not even actually humans. They're quite like zombies! I rushed upstairs to wake my parents up. I don't care if they yell at me. I'm really in panic and I don't know how to tell them fully what I just saw. I told them that there are many zombies outside our house. My father grabbed his pistol in the bedside table and we rushed downstairs. I know they were fully awake to what they are seeing. My mother was really shocked. She cupped her mouth with her full hands with all the terror she felt. Dad shot the glass of the door and bloods of zombies were just oozing everywhere. He wants to go to the house my brother went to to pick him. My mother said to just stay here inside for it's too dangerous but Dad refuses to listen and went on shooting with his gun. He continued shooting and forcefully kicked the door open and we quickly ran. We're running for our lives. I just feel a whole rush of adrenaline all over my body. Two zombies attacked my mom and in panic, I stabbed the other one with the fork I was holding right through his head while my mother tries to fight them off. My father shot the other zombie. We continued killing zombies. Another zombie attacked me but as I turned around I saw my brother kick him in the chest, knocking him on his back. My brother is alive! I hugged him tightly and didn't care much of the happenings because of the truth right now that he's alive. Unknowingly, my mother were screaming and screaming and as we turned to her side, she was already surrounded with zombies. My father keeps on shooting the zombies around her as we try to kill all the zombies on our way attacking us as we run through mom. I was crying and my brother was yelling at mom. She was screaming out with her lungs, yelling our names but we're too late. It's too late. We saw mom lying on the ground with her stomach ripped open an arms and legs sucked by bloody zombies. My father shot the remaining zombies that were surrounding our mother's body but we stopped him and grabbed his hand while my brother led us to his car surrounded with blood. My brother slashed two zombies' necks, runs another zombie through and slits its neck. Dad kicked an undead in the mouth and gave the other one a headshot as I stabbed a zombie with the knife and threw it onto the ground, stabbing it again to kill it. We rode away not looking back. While in the car, I can see the guilt in my father's face maybe because he didn't save Mom. I looked out of the vehicle and looked at the surroundings. The grey concrete road was pitted with rough holes, splashed with blood, a lot of blood, and scattered with bullet casings. Across the street a large building was billowing smoke into the dark blue sky, the flames licking up the outside of the building and setting alight to a pair of curtains that billowed out into the wind. Looking around he could see the streets were deserted, nothing moved . The faint radio crackle in the house we passed by, the whistling wind and the building fire was all I could hear. I can see no hope. Not even the fact that we survived. This is just the start of surviving. This was not the end I wished it would be. "You either die a zombie or you live long enough to see your friends and family become zombies". Right now, I don't want to aim for survival. Now that the best mother I had was gone. My mind was blank. I don't have any future anymore. I just can't believe that this is a real nightmare. I don't know where we're going and how long this will take till we stop. I feel like I am trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough. We are all lost at sea, washed between hope and despair, hailing something that may never come rescue us. As the sun was slowly on its highest peak, I don't really know why I'm still hoping. Maybe because we're not just the only people left in this world. Maybe there's still group of people somewhere hiding and surviving just like us.