GUYS, zombie story with cliche ending
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I copied and pasted from my Google Drive, so things like apostrophes may be missing here and there because GTQ can be a butt.
The Epidemic~
The irritating beeps of my alarm clock caused my hand to slap down on the snooze button. Of course, the stupid device didnt turn off the first time, so I was forced to pull the plug. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, moving like a zombie as I began to get ready. Lazily throwing on clothes, I combed through my hair. When my morning tasks were completed, I headed downstairs. I swear, a pin being dropped could have been heard.
Stepping down the stairs, I looked around as I made my descent. Nothing moved, nothing made a sound, nothing was there.
"Mom?" I called as I realized that she wasn't in her usual chair, sipping away at her coffee. This made the house entirely too quiet. Even so, I shrugged, thinking that she decided to go to work early. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, leaving my home. As soon as I closed my the door, my jaw dropped. There I stood, gawking at the sight before me. No way.
Moaning humans limped as they roamed the streets. They hissed quietly like irritated snakes, their glazed eyes flicking about. Seeming to be caught in slow motion, they dragged their bodies all around. Scarlet red trickled from their pale, lime green faces. Flesh hung loosely, exposing infected muscle. Saliva foamed around their mouths, oozing out of the corners of their peeling lips. My face washed over with a look of recognition. Could it really, finally be happening? Excitement and anxiety danced around in my stomach.
I heard his familiar voice before he reached me, as I knew that hed come right to me after he saw the situation.
"EMERSON!" Michael exclaimed, running up next to me. His eyes were nearly bulging out of his head. Humorously, he trembled with happiness. A twinge of doubt rung out in my mind.
"Mike, I must be dreaming."
"No, no, no! This is as real as UFC. All those long hours spent watching The Walking Dead and all those zombie movies will finally freaking pay off!"
"This is bad, like, really bad. I mean, come on. These things are only okay on the big screen. We could get killed!"
"Dude, listen to yourself, you're slipping. Snap back to the moment. Take a minute to admire their ugly faces." He sighed joyfully. I really did glance over, and thank goodness I did.
"Michael! Get inside!" I screamed as I noticed one of the creatures charging at us. He let out grotesque noises that were pretty deadly sounding to me. Michael and I bolted for my house as fast as jaguars racing for their prey. I slammed it shut, locking both the deadbolt and the chain. My heart pounded in my chest, and I heard the thumping in my ears. The two of us made our way to my room.
Michael stood there, in deep thought. His eyebrows furrowed, his nostrils flared a bit, and he pursed his lips. That quickly, he had devised a plan. He spent the next half an hour explaining his ideas, which were really just bits of information compiled from our favorite movies. I listened close, genuinely interested.
We were to first attempt to figure out what caused such a huge spread of the epidemic in such a short period of time. Of course, the beginning idea he had was radioactive contamination. I immediately knew he was referencing Night of the Living Dead. It was a logical thought, as the waste could cause serious psychological effects. Unfortunately, that did not explain why the humans were so mangled and injured.
"I know what you're thinking," he stated. The contamination would set the humans off, and if they were infected at a high level, it could cause thoughts of self-harm and cannibalism, couldnt it?" I took his explanation in, staring intensely at the floor.
"So whatever this thing is, it's making them crazy?" He nodded.
"Think about it. Delusions and hallucinations could be bouncing around in their brains at this very moment. However, I may be overthinking this."
"Very true. Do you remember, in health class a few weeks ago, we were learning about that disgusting illness? Your tissue would begin to be destroyed, but everything you needed would still be intact. You would be pretty much dead. Nucleus, no Neck crease, no Necrophi-...oh, my, no, definitely not that."
"I think the word you're trying to desperately find is necrosis." He rolled his eyes, a bit irritated. I gave a positive thumbs-up. Recalling having my health book, I scrambled over to my desk, searching through my drawers like a pirate trying to discover treasure. I let out a screech of triumph when I found it in the bottom drawer.
"And the holy grail, my dear friend." I stretched out my arm, allowing him to snatch it from my hands like a greedy child. He frantically flipped through the pages, quickly skimming over each one. His expression turned upset and disappointed. I didn't even have to ask what the matter was.
"That would explain most of it if necrosis was contagious." I groaned, taking the book back and proceeding to do some research of my own. Jumbled medical terms stared up at me, only causing me to grow extremely confused and frustrated. I slammed the book shut, trying to tap into my brain. Everything seemed so difficult to understand.
"Michael, I really-" My sentence was cut short due to a cacophony of high-pitched shouts and the crash of broken glass. Michael and I jumped up, him having the courage to take a peek out of the room. He creeped over to the door, slowly reaching for the knob and turning it. I watched as he opened it just a bit, and yelped when an arm shoved through the crack and scratched Michaels shirt. Painful howls broke out from whatever it was.
"Emerson, run! Jump out of the window! Do anything! Find your mom! Just save yourself!" He stepped out of the room, prepared to take down whatever was waiting for him on the other side. I stood, my gaze switching back and forth between the window and the doorway, window, doorway, window, doorway. My decision was made.
I was sure to take a running start, and I dashed forward, busting through the window. I tucked my body in midair, and waited to smack onto the ground. I waited, and waited, and waited, until finally...BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
My body flung itself out of bed, and hurried to silence the clock. I gasped for air and rushed to the window. It wasnt broken, and everything else was the way it was supposed to be. Outside was beautiful. The sun was shining, the faint sound of chirping birds made its way into the room, and a light breeze pushed the autumn leaves around. I went to that same drawer, and sure enough, the health textbook sat happily on top of my papers.
As silent as a mouse, I went to make sure my mother was in her chair, sipping away at her coffee. Thankfully, she was. As soon as I was back in my room, I called Michael with my cell phone. A breath of relief escaped my lips when he answered.
"Man, what the heck do you want? It's too early for this," he mumbled.
"Thank you."
"Thank me for what, you weirdo? I haven't done anything super great for you since, like, ever."
"You'll understand someday, just thank you."
"You must be stoned or something. I'll see you later, man." He laughed and hung up. I shook my head. It wasn't actually happening, and for once in my life, I was okay with that fact. -
dude...
can you write more as well??? -
OMG
THAT WAS FUNNY
Also you're a very talented writer and I am impressed.
BUT LMAO -
This was a lazy thing done because we only had two nights to do it and I did it the night of the second day. 0-0
But I do have this other one, o.o -
@Rain: Ohhh. x3 Gracias.
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