The voices are getting louder. They’re real voices, I know they are. I’m not imagining them. Smashes fist into window sill. Whatever I do, they keep talking. Babbling. Shrieking and swearing, cackling like witches.
It was hard to imagine that I was alone at a time like this. I want to cry and scream but I didn’t want the LIVING DEAD to be distracted. I tried to peek but I failed to do so because my body was numbed. I was so petrified until I couldn’t move every single of my body. My heart beats so fast as the voices of the zombies are getting louder and closer. I tried to relax myself by closing my eyes and in the process, I realised that my tears are flowing on my face. I wiped the tears and noticed that the tears were very sticky. “This is no tears, this is saliva” I said to myself. I glanced upwards and …..
“ZOMBIEESSSSS!!!!!”
I realised that it was already too late to swallow back what I’d screamed just now. My foolishness had drawn me into the worst situation of the movie. Now, not only one zombie that is looking straight at me but hundreds of them. My only option is to run away from that ugly creature. I ran as fast as I could and failed to escape from them. The zombies were everywhere. It looked like that I was trap in a pool of zombies. They gave me no choice but to surrender my life to them. I fall to my knees showing how relinquish I was to the circumstances but then I hate to surprised you, while I tried to put my knees on the ground, it stumbled down on a hard unit which I believed a pipe bomb. Quickly my eyes search for an escape and I found out an old house to hide. The plan I had in my mind was to get into the house after I throw the pipe bomb at one place. I wasn’t sure that it will work since I follow this action from Left4dead – a game of zombies where you get to kill all the zombies with one blow of pipe bomb. In the game, pipe bomb was the best weapon you’ve ever have because of the ticking sound from the pipe bomb will drove the zombies away from you and head straight towards the pipe bomb.
So the plan actually was a success. The zombies were distracted by the sound of the ticking sound and I managed to escape from them also blowing the whole group of them in the same time. I thought it was the end of my nightmare right after I blow up all the zombies. But the remaining zombies outside of the house proved me wrong, my nightmare was just begun. Suddenly I heard a noise in a closet like a noise of someone who is trying to get out. Quickly I find myself a protection and my eyes found me a baseball bat. I walked slowly and carefully in approaching the closet. My hands were ready to hit the zombie in the cupboard. I opened the closet and hit the beast inside it only to find that it was a boy in the same age as mine. I helped him to get out from the closet. He introduced himself as Johnny. He was an inch shorter than me. I asked him how that he got here and what happened to this world. He told me that all this zombies were actually a human. They were infected by a mysterious disease from a wreck spaceship that fall from a sky a week before this. The disease had turned them into a living dead creature. I asked him again if there is way to help them changed back into human but he was speechless which tells me that the only thing to do is to run away from them and avoid getting infected.
Then I heard a noise of a splashing window at the back of the house. I know the zombies were coming to after us. Johnny asked me to follow him somewhere. Clueless of the direction where to go, I followed him to the basement and there was a secret passage. Everything was white and built by a high wall. It looks like that we were in a maze. But it was too late, we were tracked by the zombies and this forced us to run away in terror. As the images of the zombies were fading, I found out that Johnny was gone. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I gave up and end up walking alone in this puzzle of nowhere. I really hate this part so much. Why do I have to face a puzzle in this panic situation? I walked and keep on walking until something caught my eyes and stopped me from walking. I found a big crow statue jointed on the wall with a red button on its nose. Before I managed to press the button Johnny stopped me from doing it. He told me not to push it because it was a gateway to hell where all the zombies were kept. Then he leads me into somewhere I’ve never seen before. I trust him in this situation since he seemed to know all the way in the mazes. The place where he leads me on was a place with a big screen that I’ve never ever seen before. It was full of unfamiliar buttons. The place was a total mess and I could see there was a pilot seat in front of the big screen. It was sort of an outer spaceship. Wait, did I say spaceship? I stare at Johnny while he performed me an evil smile on his face. I tried to run but it was already too late. He shut the door before I noticed that I was in that hell and there I was . . . shedding my tears, depressed on knowing that my life will going to end soon. I could see a lots of zombies were coming slowly and happily seeing me as a food to eat. I heard Johnny’s voice laughing and telling me that he was the master of the zombie. The gate of hell that he told me not to enter was actually a safe place with full of zombie-killers that will kill him and his minions with an instant. I was completely tricked. The feeling of anger gave me the strength to choke Johnny to death but the zombies hold me from doing so. I closed my eyes and wait for my death to come.
“GAME OVER!!”
That big words were the words that appeared on the television screen. “Oh no! Darn it! I lost the game”. I was completely pissed off by that villain that called himself Johnny. He tricked me and made me fall into his traps. I promised to myself that the next time I see him, I’ll kill him for sure but first I need something to eat. So I decided to went to the kitchen to get myself a dinner. My eyes were hurt after playing that game for 8 hours straight. The house was completely soundless. I didn’t think much of it since the clock was showing half past eleven. Then I heard a knocked from outside the door. I asked myself who it was coming at this time. Probably it was my dad, he used to be back at home during this time. “Wait up!” I shouted. As I opened the door, the only thing I could spell was the word z-o-m-b-i-e-s.
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