Zombies Who Fall

• Dakota-jade Dyer, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2013

I used to be a hair dresser, I loved cutting peoples hair, talking to people, I got so many friends in that job, but now the world has changed, now I’m a professional Zombie hunter, I even have a certificate to prove it.

This is the story of how I got into the business of zombie slaying, it all started a long time ago, about four weeks ago to be exact…

I was being a Zombie, wandering around, eating brains, wanting brains, you know, normal zombie stuff, but after I nearly attacked the love of my life, I changed.

He had perfect blond ringlet hair slinging across his perfect white skin, his t-shirt ripped as a zombie pulled at his biceps, which were smoking hot.

I had fallen in love, do you believe in love at first sight, it was like that it was beautiful.

Wait, there was a zombie attacking him, I better stop it, I had never had this feeling before, why would me, a simple zombie, try and stop another fellow zombie from a meal? Why do I, a simple zombie, have this feeling deep inside me that I should save this human, this meal? What is wrong with me? A simple zombie, I am not.

I have a pair of scissors, I pull from my hairdressing apron, that I have had on for about a month and a half, I really need a shower, if you ask me but, if I shower, I melt, or that’s what I’ve heard.

I pull the scissors out and wield them as a weapon, there was no way I was letting this human die. I quickly (for a zombie) run up and stab the zombie in the back, oh, I forgot that it’s undead, just great. Aim for the brain, that’s what I think. I pull back and start madly stabbing the brains of this undead scumbag, mwah ha ha, sorry, I got a bit lost in the moment.

After I finally pull my scissors clean out and the zombie falls on the ground, I take the hand of my prince charming and run.