Zombie Outbreak

*BOOM*

Cries..my brother crying again. My mother tried her best to keep us safe. But they just kept banging and banging on our door. We lived in a small trailer, in a big trailer park. We locked all of our doors, and we were hiding in our cramped bathroom. The bathroom door was right beside our front door. We heard screams, cries, gun shots, even a chainsaw once. The world has gone to shit. I haven't seen much, but once it started on T.V. we've been locked in the bathroom. This one zombie kept banging on our front door. Maybe he'd go away, but he seemed to be attracted to my brothers screams. Our door wasn't much, and if this zombie got in, we better be ready, because this bathroom door won't hold. My mom can't risk her life either, my brothers only two.

*BOOM*

"What was that?" I asked nervously, but quietly.

Everything was silent. Dead silent.

*BOOM*

"Ahhh" everyone screamed!

The zombie broke through our front door! He was now banging on our bathroom door, and it wasn't holding. If only daddy were here. He'd make it all better. I had my doubts. He was at work, helping to rebuild broken homes. Mommy said he'd be fine, but I knew the cold truth. Daddy wasn't coming back, and we were all on our own. We would of left by now, but dad had the car. We would have to run. And we weren't running out there. If it wasn't those creepy, flesh eaters, it was the people who went mad and shot anything that moved. My mom said we'd wait it out until it died down and there wasn't as much noise. There were probably 200 people in our whole trailer park. And at least 150 of them were walkers.

*BOOM*

The door broke open! "Devon, mom!!" I yelled for them. They were my top priority, not this piece of shit trying to break in our bathroom.

He grabbed my mom! Oh shit!!