"Thanks Dad" I say as I go back into the study and take a box of bullets. '500 bullets for those who enjoy to hunt.' Yeah, enjoy the hunt of zombies. I empty the box into my front pocket of my rucksack but keeping a few and placing them into my coat pocket. I run into the kitchen, whilst double checking that Mum isn't going to attack me. I grab a handful of bags of crisps, a few packets of cookies and a couple of chocolate bars. I invade the fridge and decide to steal a bottle of water and a bottle of coke. I shove a spare change of clothing and 2 portable chargers that I had taken 3 weeks ago from Mum and Dad's room. I quickly grab my favourite hoodie and shove it on.
I lock the door and place the key under the plant pot. I walk out of the gate and refuse to look back as I reach the end of the road.
There are no people but there are arms and legs and body parts all over the place. Blood is smeared on windows. Cars stationary and empty. Shops ruined. What a wonderful world to live in.
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Zombie Virus - Shit Is Real
JugendliteraturMy best friend was most likely one. I ran from her. My parents were one. I shot them. This really cute guy was one, I nearly shot him before he came running and screaming at me like a stupid idiot. This really cute guy wasn't one. After witnessing h...
