Zombie

• Tom Wyatt, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2016

It was pressing against my skin, hands cold as ice, pressure like a brick being thrown at me from a mile away. I couldn't get up. It's strength was to hard to handle. The brain eating beast was screaming into my face, saying nothing, just screaming. It's blood red eyes staring straight into mine, it's crispy pale skin standing out in the sunlight. I finally managed to break free of it's grip. Running as fast as my legs could carry me nearly tripping after each step. It jumped at me. I lunged my body to the side only just missing the attack. It was coming at me again, only this time I stood my ground, my fist coming in like a rocket, and... BAM!!! It collapsed to the floor as i hit the side of the zombies jaw. It was dead. I kicked it in the stomach and walked away after spitting on it's rotten flesh. I had survived the apocalypse and it was up to me to recreate Earth and all of humanity.