ZOMBIE

Chapter 1

Let The Bloodshed Begin!

Last Resort blared through the stereo inside my room. I was lying on my back staring at my TV where The Grudge was playing; a Stephen King book lay next to me. My parents were mostly away at their jobs or away in other places for business, so I was left home alone a lot. I was one of those people who loved the horror genre and loved excitement in my life.

It was Sunday, and tomorrow I had to go to school, boring old school. Outside I heard the screech of tires coming to an abrupt stop, so I just turned my movie up louder, it was up to the part where the main character is looking at the security camera and the shadow rises out of the ground.

What I didn't see outside was a car screeching to a stop next to the cemetery, which was conveniently positioned right next to my house.

A man, black skin, around 5 foot 11, got out of the car and walked silently into the cemetery.

He weaved through the gravestones, finally coming to rest at a small gravestone near my house. Inscribed on the gravestone was Petey Williams, gunned down April 3rd 2007.

The man said quietly "Rest in peace bro."

Just then he heard a long moan that chilled his blood from the other side of the cemetery. Over there was a pale man staggering along.

"Hey, buddy, you alright?" the black man called out. His only answer was another moan.

The black man walked up to this newcomer and asked again, "Are you alright?"

The pale man leapt forward and bit into the black man, and only then did he notice the scars and bruises all over the man's body and the man's completely glazed over eyes.

He screamed but it was too late, the teeth were already down into his flesh.

I heard the scream, but turned my movie even louder. After about 5 minutes I heard moans and a scratching sound coming from my window. I got up and pulled back the curtains. There pressed up against the window were several people with deathly pale skin. I had seen enough movies to now what they were, especially as Halloween was still a few months away.

I stared at the ceiling and said, "Finally, something interesting!"

I ran downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed 2 knives; I put them into my pocket. Then I knelt down and looked in the bottom draw, where there was normally my dad's gun.

Today though, it wasn't there.

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath. There was still a lighter in there though, so I grabbed that.

I ran out the door pulling a knife out of my pocket along the way. The knife was long and gleaming.

A zombie leapt at me as soon as I was outside, so I dug the knife into his forehead. The zombie collapsed at my feet still writhing.

I jumped his body and ran down the road, several adult zombies on my heels.

"Screw you!" I yelled and threw the knife over my shoulder. Amazingly it found its mark in one of the zombies' temples.

I laughed out loud, but it was choked out when a five year old from down the road jumped at me, she had a large bite wound in her neck.

I managed to kick her in the stomach and run down another street. At the end of this street was the local mall, it was two stories tall and probably the biggest building in this whole town. It had pretty much everything, clothes, food, sporting goods, but more importantly safety and weapons.

I ran through the car park with a few more following zombies starting to trail behind.

I ran to the door and kicked it, sending it flying open. I turned around and slammed the doors shut and turned the key that was always kept in the lock, and security had glued it there so it would still open the door but kids couldn't steal it.

The zombies pounded on the doors, but these doors were some type of hardened glass and not even someone hammering their fists into it for hours straight could breach it.

I stuck my tongue out at them. A hand suddenly grabbed me from behind and forced me into a wall. A knife flew up to my throat.

"Have you been bitten?" the woman who had grabbed me asked.

"Huh?" I asked, a bit scared.

"Have you been bitten?" the woman repeated, a bit more harshly.

"No!" I said.

She let me go roughly and retracted the knife. "There are five people here that haven't been bitten, the rest of the people who were in here made a break for it. We stayed for safety."

As she talked four other people appeared from places around the mall.

I looked around for a minute then walked slowly over to the gun shop. I grabbed a handgun down and a holster. I wore the holster and stored the gun in it. Then I swung down a rifle and hung it over my shoulder.

"What are you doing?" a short man wearing glasses asked me.

"Stocking up, we can't stay here forever. They'll find a way in. We'll be safe here for a while but that won't last forever. Now I know it's scary, but sooner or later we have to go out there" I answered.

"I agree, and I plan on getting out of here as soon as those zombies get in. Cause if they get in they will trap us in here, the whole town is probably zombies now so we can't exactly fight them all off!" a teenage girl explained. She had brilliant blue eyes and black hair that hung down to her shoulder blades.

"Exactly what I was trying to say, what's your name?"

"Suzie, I was shopping here with a friend when this all started and she freaked out. I tried to calm her down but she went running, right out the door and into the arms of my neighbour. He was a zombie."

"I'm sorry to hear that" I said.

"I'm John, and when the time comes I'm getting out of here too, if you'll allow me to come" a man said.

"Sure, anyone who wants to come can."

"You're all crazy! If you even step a foot out there you'll be killed!" the woman who had put he knife to my throat yelled at us.

"Tell us two things, the first is, what's your name?" John asked.

"Regina."

"The second is what do you plan on doing when the zombies break in?"

Regina just stood there for a moment not saying anything, then I turned around and walked towards a camping goods store, Suzie close behind.

I grabbed 3 big camping bags from one of the walls in the store and threw one to Suzie. We then walked down into a random food store and fitted as much food as we could into 2 of the bags.

The other bag I filled with whatever weapons I could find, which turned out to be lots of guns, 2 butcher's knives and a wooden baseball bat.

As Suzie and I were walking back to where everyone else was I heard a bang from inside a nearby McDonalds.

I slowly walked over to the store with my rifle in my hands. Suzie stayed behind but watched me walk into the store. I walked slowly around the counter and looked around, and then I heard a bang and what sounded like clawing on the door into their kitchen.

I walked over to the door and slowly turned the knob. As soon as I did the door flung open and sent me crashing into the cash register making it pop open.

A man with rolled back eyes and very pale and bloody skin stumbled out and sent his fist flying towards my face. I rolled to the side and his fist came into contact with the wooden counter, which splintered under his force.

I fired 2 shots at him but both missed his head. He stumbled again towards me and once again I fired at him. This time the 4 I fired connected with his head. He fell to the ground and I put a foot on his chest, and then fired a few more times into his head, which now was only a lump of mush and blood.

I looked around for a second then my eyes lay upon the money in the cash register. I pulled out a couple of twenty dollar bills and dropped them over the zombie's body. They floated gently down and landed on the dead man's chest.