Title: The Night the Zombies Came
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It was a normal Tuesday afternoon when the world I knew turned upside down. As I walked home from school, I could hear the distant sirens wailing in the background. It was a sound I had grown used to in our small town of Millfield, but today felt different. The sun hid behind dark clouds, making everything look grey and ominous.
Suddenly, a loud crash pierced through the air. I glanced toward the source and saw two figures staggering down the street. They walked with an unnatural, jerking motion, their clothes ripped and stained, and their skin appeared pale and decayed. I blinked hard, thinking this must be some sort of joke. But as they came closer, it became clear that I was not looking at actors in a horror movie; I was staring at zombies.
Panic gripped my chest as I turned to run home. My heart raced as I sprinted down Maple Street, and my mind filled with thoughts of my family and friends. What about Eli, my best friend? He lived just a few blocks away. Was he safe? I hoped he was inside playing video games, completely unaware of what was happening in the world outside.
As I reached my neighborhood, I noticed more zombies wandering aimlessly, their glazed eyes searching for something—someone. I spotted a few neighbors peering from their windows, too scared to step outside. I knew I had to reach home quickly. But when I finally arrived, my heart sank. The front door stood wide open, and the living room was in disarray. It looked as though a storm had swept through our home.
“Mom! Dad!” I yelled, but no answer came. My voice echoed in the empty house. I dashed through the rooms, desperate to find them. My younger sister, Lily, had taken refuge in our secret hiding spot under the stairs; I found her there, trembling and clutching her favorite stuffed animal.
“What’s happening, Josh?” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. I hugged her tightly, trying to comfort her. “I don’t know, but we have to stay quiet and hide until help comes,” I replied, trying to be brave for her sake.
As we crouched together in the dark, I recalled all the zombie movies I had laughed at with Eli. I never thought they could be real. Suddenly, the sound of moaning filled the air. The zombies outside were getting closer. I remembered Eli had mentioned a place he wanted to go during a zombie attack—the old school gym, which had thick walls and plenty of supplies.
“We need to get to the gym,” I said, hoping it would offer safety. Together we tiptoed out of our house and into the street. Zombies roamed like lost souls, and I was scared every time one turned in our direction. Just as we reached the corner of our block, I spotted Eli running toward us, his face pale with fear.
“Josh! You made it!” he exclaimed, relief washing over him. “I thought I was the only one left!” We quickly explained our situation, and together, the three of us began our trek to the gym. It felt like an eternity, shuffling between shadows and hiding behind cars as zombies shuffled by, searching for their next prey.
Finally, we reached the school. The door was still unlocked, and inside, we found a large group of students and teachers barricaded in the gym. Mrs. Thompson, our science teacher, stood with a flashlight, trying to calm everyone down. “We’re safe here for now,” she said, but I could see the worry etched on her face.
As night fell, we listened to the groans of the undead outside. Fear hung thick in the air, but in that gym, I felt a flicker of hope. I glanced at Eli and Lily, thinking about how our lives had changed in just a few hours. I knew we had to stick together and find a way to survive until help arrived.
The night wore on, and as we huddled together, I promised myself that we would face whatever came our way, whether it was zombies or anything else. Together, we would make it through, because as long as we had each other, we could fight back against the darkness.
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