The Rise of The Fallen

Chapter 1

In a broken down town over the Coast of Florida, there was a boy named Grant. He lives with his family, in a broken down apartment all by themselves.
"Grant," his mom yells. "Wake up, we need you to run over to the garage and take out the zombies corpse".
"Okay!" Grant yells down the stairs. He throws on his torn up clothes and goes to the garage. He sees the body's and grabs them.
As soon as he was gonna take out the corpses, a zombie comes and attacks him.
*Groans* the zombie does. Grant sees a baseball bat and grabs it. "Get off of me you undead fiend!" Grant yells.
The zombie knocks away the bat, but Grants parents heard him yell!
His dad comes down with a rifle and shoots the zombie in the head. "Are you alright?" His dad says. "Yeah, I'm okay," Grant says. "At least it didn't bite me."
His dad checks him. "Yeah," he explains. "you have no marks other than a couple scratches."
Grant is relieved.
"Umm, son," his dad says.
"Yeah." Grant awnsers back.
"Me and your mom have been thinking, we think you should go on your own from now on. It will be safer if your not here."
"WHAT!" Grant yells at his dad with pure anger. "I will die out there, there will be more zombies out there, than here. Just tell me why you want me gone."
His father sighs with depression, looking at Grant with tears. "Son," his dad says. "Me and your mother, we have been bitten."
Grant looks at his dad with shock as he shows him the bite mark. "Go now." His dad commands.
Grant, without hesitation leaves his dad running, thinking that he will turn soon.