Zombie Outbreak

• Sunny Johnson, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2017

Prologue

Last Halloween, came the virus. It spread like wildfire. People died. But…then, they came back. Scientists couldn’t explain it. How could they? Biologically it’s impossible. That’s why I set out to where it all began, to find the answers. It’s nearly Halloween. I can feel it close…


The only sound I can hear is my shoes scraping against the floor as I walk. I haven’t seen any zombies for a while. That’s a bad sign. I heft up my AK-47 and peek to see what’s behind the wall. I find two zombies devouring the flesh of a man in the parking lot of a local Cheap Mart store. I hide back round the wall and check my ammo. I have enough for now. When the dead aren’t looking I sprint from behind the wall and crouch next to the bonnet of an old blue Mitsubishi. I hear the sound of the two zombies coming. They can smell me. I get up from behind the car just as one of the zombies emerges from the front. I raise my gun and fire, killing it instantly. I run to the other and hit it with the butt of my weapon. It falls to the floor, a big hole in its face. I dive over a shopping cart and peek through a window of the store. Dozens of zombies are walking around, either making a mess or eating the arms off of another fallen victim.
‘Yep, looks like the normal Cheap Mart crowd.’ I think to myself.
Then I see the lights. All switched off, not broken. There’s probably be a generator round here somewhere. I have to turn It on. I move away from the window and walk towards a door which inside probably has the source of turning on the lights in the mart. I jump and roll over a car, which although looked cool, was a huge mistake. The siren starts wailing.
“Ohhhhh, son of a mother!” I shout, as the noise gets louder. I look at the number plate and see it says-Jeremy-01.
“No one likes your crappy car man!” I yell.
Then I hear moaning. I turn to confront four zombies, they come from behind a bus and start walking towards me. I shoot the one in the police outfit with my gun, and turn to fire at the one behind it. As I pull the trigger, I get a horrible ‘click’ ‘click’ sound. Dammit! Out of ammo! I run past the girl-looking zombie and drop my gun and quickly climb the fence. Once I’m over I see a door. I try to open it but it’s jammed. Luckily, lying next to me is a black wrench. I use it to prize the door open.
“Ugh! It smell like rotten eyeballs!” I say in disgust.
I take a flashlight from my pocket and turn it on. I examine the room. Suddenly there’s a crunching noise in front of me. A zombie is walking on a pile of old letters. I kill it with my wrench. But more growling comes from behind me. I turn and see that the room is swarmed with zombies, and even worse, there’s no way out.