Zombie Turn

• Emily Cheetham, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2013

I sprint to a dark scary room waiting for zombies. A cool shudder trickles my spine, as I fall to the ground. I doze off due to the gases.

I wake up and feel blood slipping down my leg. I feel my body heating to 99 degrees. I feel my heart stop beating, my body temperature rises again but to 103 degrees. I catch a glance at myself from the shuttered glass. I look flesh cold like a cadaver.

What is happening to me? Suddenly my brain reaches zero activity it’s happening I’m a zombie. I see a crumbled up body in the distance. I limp over to the body on the wrecked path, but he loudly groans at me as he reaches for me I hit him and he falls to the ground in agony, but taking my arm with him. He hits the ground and his head rolls up to me I look at him astoundingly. I limp off back to the dark room armless.