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Here's something I wrote simply cus I could. It's based on me and my friends when zombies attack. Everyone dies. (Just kidding.) Go read it.
The dead person climbing in through the now-broken window of his parent’s bedroom: that was Sam’s immediate problem.
Note the word immediate.
The reanimated police officer started trudging towards Paul, the closer of the two of them.
“Um, Sam?” Paul stuttered, at a loss for words.
This was a human being. Although neither of them personally knew the woman, there was no mistaking that this thing was definitely a human.
It reached out for Paul, who tried pushing it back, but it grabbed Paul’s arm and started pulling it towards its mouth.
“She’s strong!” Paul yelled, struggling to keep his arm. The zombie gnashed its teeth, inches from Paul’s flesh. No more hesitation. Sam swung; cleanly taking the undead’s head off of its body. The body immediately collapsed on the hard-wood floor. Staring at that body, Sam began to wretch.
“Could you help me with this?” asked Paul, breathing heavily as he tried to pry the dead woman’s hand off of his arm.
“Er, sure.” Sam dug his fingers underneath the zombie’s fingers. “Are the girls and my mom upstairs?”
A relatively loud snap signified breaking bones, and the hand slid away from Paul’s arm. Rubbing it, he replied, “Yeah. Keith’s with them.”
“Does he-”
“Listen!” hissed Paul.
A gentle moaning wafted in through the broken window.
“Sounds like this one,” whispered Paul, motioning to the dead zombie on the ground.
“Shit.”
“Can we block the windows?”
“Those windows are triple-pained, I believe,” replied Sam. “Anything we do won’t last long.” He looked around briefly and sighed. “We have too many damn windows anyway.”
“So what are you suggesting? Do we run?”
“I dunno where’s safe and where’s not. I know my house, though. We’ll fight them off from here. Unless you have a better idea?”
“Not exactly,” replied Paul.
“Okay, you take that gun and stay in this room. You have the best view of the street from here.” Paul hesitantly removed the 9mm from the officer’s holster and sighted it. Paul laughed, “We’d joke about how we’d be ready for a zombie invasion. Not sure I like it now.”
Sam smiled. “Good luck. Hope all that Halo and Call of Duty pays off.”
“Sam, I can already see one. It’s not heading for your house though.” Sam looked out the window.
“Shit.”
“What?”
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”
“What?”
Ignoring Paul, Sam ran out into the great room. “JESSIE!” he yelled. “Call Molly and grab me your bow and arrows!”
Quickly, he ran back into his parent’s room. “Paul, I am counting on you to defend this house. Okay? Just for a little while.” Paul nodded and Sam left, running up to the second floor. The moment he reached the top, Kelly wrapped her arms around him.
“Now’s not the time, Kelly.”
"Ew, Kelly!" Keith said. Sam laughed.
“I know, I’m sorry,” she said as she let go. Jessie and Keith stood nearby. Jessie handed Sam the bow and arrows as she waited for their neighbor and her best friend, Molly, to pick up.
“Put it on speaker,” Sam told his younger sister, setting the weapon down on the futon in his room.
“What’s going on?,” Keith demanded. Sam held up a hand.
“In a sec. Look, I may need your help here in a minute.” Molly’s voice came on over the phone as Sam peered out his room’s window.
“Jessie!” exclaimed Molly. “Are you okay? This man came in but he was acting funny and he bit Sugar and-“
Sam yelled into the phone. “Where’s the man now? Has anyone besides Sugar been hurt?”
“N-no,” she stuttered. “Ben hit him over the head with a skillet. He’s not moving.”
“Good. Get as far away from him as possible. Don’t go outside. We’re coming to get you guys. Stay away from Sugar too. How is she?”
“She’s licking her bite.”
“I need your phone,” Sam said to Jessie. Turning it back off speaker, he held it up to his ear and continued. “We’re gonna be there soon. I’m gonna stay on the line. Let me know if anything changes.”
“So, what the hell are we doing?” asked Keith.
“Keen on going out there?” asked Sam, handing the phone to him. “Listen, will ya?”
Keith took it. “Guess so. What are they?”
“Zombies?” shrugged Sam as he started climbing a ladder into a miniature loft in his room. “At least, that’s kinda what I hope they are. Otherwise…” he trailed off as he paused and looked down to where the body of the policewoman would be one floor below. He crawled into his loft, a small space above his sister’s closet, which neighbored his own room. Jessie had a near identical loft in her room which was built above his own closet. Reaching into a space where the floor of the loft and the wall did not quite meet, he pulled out a box of 9mm bullets. He handed it down to Keith.
“Give this box to Paul downstairs. Please don’t ask questions right now. I’ll meet you down there.”
Keith’s eyes widened but he did not say anything. After he left the room, Sam pulled out another box of identical ammo and dropped 8 rounds into his pocket. Then he pulled out a gun. AS he climbed back down the ladder, his mom spoke up for the first time.
“Where did you get that?” she demanded.
“Now’s not the time, Mom.” Speaking to all the girls now, he continued, “Stay up here. No matter what, don’t go down the stairs. If you need to escape, go through the windows and get away through the back. Jessie, that bow is your best defense, but don’t be hasty to use it. The best thing you all can do right now is stay calm. We don’t know what’s going on right now. Oh, and try contacting Dad please. I’ll be back soon.”
He turned to go down stairs, but Kelly stopped him. Before she could say anything, he cut her off. “I have to go and I have to go now. Bye for now. I love you.”
Downstairs, Sam approached Paul and Keith back in his parent’s room. “Paul. I’m leaving protection of the house and the girls to you. Keith and I will be back soon with a few more people. Have you seen anymore?”
“Yeah, none have come this way, though. They headed towards other houses.”
“Damn. Well, we’ll be back soon. Good luck.”
Handing his gun to Keith, Sam hefted the axe over his shoulder. “It’s called a High Point C9 Compact. It’s a cheap gun but it works well and is entirely American made.” Pulling out the bullets that he had slid into his pocket earlier, he handed them also to Keith as he continued, “That’s enough rounds for another clip, giving you sixteen shots total. Just cus I’ve got more ammo upstairs doesn’t mean we should waste it. Let’s go.”
Keith nodded and the two of them headed towards the front door of the house. Back on the phone, Sam said, “Molly, can you put Ben on the phone?”
“Yeah.” After a pause, Ben’s voice came over shakily, “Hey Sam.”
“Hey Ben, we’re coming. Just hold tight.”
...signing out.
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