Never Give Up With Out A Fight

• John Moonie, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2015

Boom! I ran and I ran not looking back. I was freaking out to the unbearable sound of creatures screeching. Still, I couldn’t let that stop me from finding some place to go where I would be safe. Luckily I saw an old car nearby. Hoping that the keys were in there, I sprinted over to it. Suddenly I was stopped in my tracks by the sound a car crashing. I turned around! Tears brimmed in my eyes as I stumbled towards the car. At this point I was running…. now sprinting towards the wreck. What I saw made me lose my breath!
“Tim” I shouted. It was my brother he was stuck but out of nowhere Boom! The car blew up before I could take another step. I was safe from the crash but my brother wasn’t. Tears weren’t brimming they were falling out. I went over to wreck searching for any remains of my brother but all I found was some tyres and smashed glass everywhere. There was nothing else, but as I turned around I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It looked like some sort of arm.
I walked over to it and examined the pale, bruised arm for a couple of seconds and I knew it was human. It was my worst nightmare coming to life, a zombie apocalypse.
I knew at that time I would not rest until I win. Until I avenge my brother. Until I kill every single Zombie in this good earth. I stormed over to the old car wiping the tears from my eyes. When I got to the car I pulled the boot open and found the keys. “At least one thing’s going my way today” I mumble. I grabbed the keys in frustration and looked in the back seat of the car. I clenched my knuckles. I was staring into the barrel of a Remington 870. I grinned and picked it up then I sat in the front seat put the keys and turned the keys. “Let’s roll” I said.
I smashed into the factory I once worked at then I got out of the car. About 3 meters away from me was a ferocious abnormal zombie. It was twice my size and twice my strength. I raised my double barrel shot gun to his face and shot four times then I raced over to a nearby shed and reloaded. I jumped out and shot him. I kept on reloading and shooting him but when I shot, nothing happened. “Damn it. I’m out. I raced over to the car and got in, but out of nowhere the zombie smashed the car and the glove box came open and there was a pistol in it. So i shot him in the face once. He fell to the ground but I knew it wasn’t the end; it was the end of the beginning.