ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

Chapter Four: Two Zombies in My Room

The zombie burst the closet door open.

I wasn't there.

By the time he had burst the door, I was crawling through the pipes in the closet. It was dark, but somehow I could still see.

The zombie roared loud. It was a monstrous roar. 

With his monstrous strength, he ripped the door off its hinges. 

But that was okay. 

I had fixed that door possibly a hundred times already.

The zombie smashed the walls of my SP. I kept crawling. My knees hurt like never before, but I kept crawling. 

I stopped when I got to the end. 

I climbed out to find myself at my kitchen. 

No, I didn't want to be here, most possibly because there was a zombie right in front of me. I am very happy to say it didn't see me.

I thought.

The zombie roared again. I ducked back under the pipes, and started crawling again. 

I couldn't think of anything else to do. I had to get out of the house.

I took a left when I thought I should and I took a right when I thought I should.

I think I wasn't supposed to take that left, though.

I peeked out the broken pipe and the end, and I saw the zombies eyeball. The zombie screamed. 

I turned around to crawl again, when I heard the zombie screech. 

I felt the zombie crush the walls. 

My legs started to stand up, I lowered my head and started running. 

I went faster on my legs than on my knees. 

The only problem is that my head kept hitting the holey ceiling. 

The ceiling was rough, my head was throbbing with pain, and my legs didn't want to move anymore. 

The zombie howled in pain when he got to the bedrock walls. 

That gave me my chance. 

I grabbed my pistol from my pocket, aimed it at the other zombie and shot. 

I hit the zombie in the eye, which must have hurt, but hey, I'm not a zombie.

The zombie fell to the floor, and I jumped out and ran outside. 

Oh no.