I woke up this morning, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went out to my bus stop. Something was different about this morning; it was foggy, very foggy, which is weird for a spring day in Leola, Maine. It’s about 7:10 in the morning and my bus is starting to pull up. I look inside, I see a man driving. It’s not my bus driver, my bus driver is a girl. Something isn’t right. I don’t know who this man is. The door opens…
“Interesting weather isn’t it?” The man asked.
“Yes it-” I began to say but was cut off by the man telling me to hurry and get on.
On our way to school we picked up Haylee, Jade, Alee, Zach, William and Jayden. After we picked up Jayden something seemed different. There were people, lots of people, everywhere. They seemed different, they were slower, like zombies. Then we heard moaning, like someone was hurt. I soon realized that they were not people they were certainly zombies.
“GO! DRIVE! ZOMBIES!” Alee yelled to the driver. He listened and started to drive. We soon passed Justyce’s house. “STOP!” I yelled, “I need to get a friend.” I ran out of the bus and to her front door. I stood pounding on the door for several seconds waiting for her to answer. She never did. I opened the door slowly and carefully. “Justyce?” I whispered, “Are you in here?” About as soon as I said that a zombie tried to attack me. It was Justyce, a zombified Justyce. I slammed the door and ran as fast as I could back to the bus. I got on and yelled, “GO! GO! GO!” The bus started to move as I sat in my seat. We got about two blocks, trying to find a safe place to stop, when the bus died. The engine stopped working and smoke started coming out the front of the bus. All us girls start freaking out while the boys stood there acting tough, bu...
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...d kill me like we did he others when they were bitten, but he didn’t. He let one of the zombies that he hadn’t killed bite him. “Why did you do that? You’re going to die now.” I said concerned.
“I don’t care if I die. At least I’ll be with you.” He replied confidently.
By this time I feel myself getting weaker. Knowing I only have a few minutes left to be alive, I grabbed Zach’s wrist and started running towards town.
25 minutes later Zach and I are completely zombified and walking through town. Suddenly two people come out from behind a sign and shoot us both in the head. Just then I wake up in a cold sweat, sit up, and turn to look at the clock. “Its 2:07am, I should probably try to sleep again.” I whispered to my kitten. As I lay back down I begin to hesitate, fearing I’ll dream that again. “I’ll try anyway.” I whispered again, and eventually fell back to sleep.
Tom and Benny Imura live in a post-apocalyptic world where zombies have taken over most of the land and the remaining human survivors stay locked behind tall walls or fences. Benny is about to turn 15, and in the survivor town of Mountainside, that means he must get a job or he would lose half his rations. His older brother Tom wants him to join the family business. Tom is a renowned zombie hunter. But Benny isn’t interested in having anything to do with his brother, even if he “got to whack some real zoms” (Maberry, 2011, Ch. 1). He thinks Tom is a coward—after all, his first memory is of Tom taking him and running, leaving his mother to die on First Night. She had been wearing a white dress with red sleeves, and he remembered she was screaming (Maberry Ch. 40). He idolizes the other bounty hunters who live in town. They’re so much cooler than Tom, they’ve killed thousands of zombies and they make lots of ration dollars. But after hating every job he tried, Benny finally breaks down and asks Tom for a job. When Tom brings Benny with him to the ruin for the first time, Benny learns that he had it all wrong. Nothing is at all what he thought it was.
Like zombies we all stood there, blankly staring forward until another bus pulls through, looking up only when one comes to sight hoping it’s the right one. As the buses came and went I heard the faint roar of thunder beginning in the distance, I love the rain. I could not wait to get off campus so I could enjoy the storm in the comfort of my house. My bus finally arrived, and eagerly I boarded knowing as soon as I got home rain was sure to start falling.
“I know we will. You don’t have to be afraid. I’ve known lots of people that have done
Death is the scariest part of living. Humanity has always been acutely aware of this horrible inevitability, and as a result of this almost near obsession with mortality certain practices, precautions, and even religions have been developed to ease the weary minds on death. Self- preservation, preparedness and survival motivate almost faction of human interest and behavior but becoming prepared for the conceivable anything and asking all the “what if” questions in the world still might not save humanity when analyzing how many devastating catastrophes can essentially wipe out life on this planet with ease. Not hard to imagine, mass extinction in history has happened at least five times estimated as far back as 440 million years ago at the end of the Ordovician Period. (Sjøgren) Most people expect to live a long and fulfilling life and eventually die naturally, peacefully surrounded by family and friends, but what if the Grim Reaper takes on another form, a zombie? At first the idea seems comical, but can one be completely sure this ghoulish creature could not be created. Only the foolish would deny that a zombie apocalypse is more than plausible. To analyze this realization completely is crucial to not only the survival of the human race but the entire planet as well. This thesis focuses on zombie popularity in culture and media, how an outbreak could come about, human zombie preparedness, how nature would stack up against the undead, and ultimately given the evidence which would survive the apocalypse, the living or the undead?
On the way, Jason found out that the other threes names’ are Tom, Sam, and Samantha. After they had left the store, Tom said that he thought that he had overheard something on the news about concussions causing a new type of disease. As they were walking, carefully going from building to building, they saw a helicopter trying to retrieve a group of people from a building then the door on the top of the building burst open and out came at least 10 zombies. The helicopter didn’t see them until the were already on it and then the helicopter tried to “shake” them off by flying in the air but there was too many and the helicopter lost control and crashed into a building. After seeing that the group, went into a hotel and found whatever they thought would be useful. Jason found some food and baseball bat. Samantha and Tom found flares that were in the emergency box under the front counter. Lastly, Sam and Frank found an axe and a gun. The group then thought about what they should do, Jason said,”I think that we should stay here and try to protect ourselves”. Samantha and Tom both agreed with him. Frank thought we should try and get to the top of a building and use the flares to try and signal for someone to help them. Sam was very adamant that they should head to the Eiffel Tower because he thought it would be more safe there and that they would
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BUS DRIVER: Hey Kid! Are you going to sleep there all day or get off my bus?
I was lying in my bed, shocked and didn’t know what to do. Right then, my sister Kathryn, came out of her bedroom and went down the stairs. Me and my sister, Amanda, jumped up out of our bunk beds and followed after Kathryn. “Why are you here?” Said Kathryn. It was six o’clock in the morning and a policeman was standing in our living room. Well, I guess that’s one way to start a morning. He told us that he had been notified that there was a child in the road a couple blocks aways. He said that she told them her name was Heather and she only had pajamas on and no shoes. My sister Hannah came upstairs and the policeman told her what was going on. Hannah stared at the
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I could feel my arm slowly oozing out blood; neither stopping or slowing down. And like a dazed idiot I laid there and look up at the sky. And it wasn’t because the sky was pretty; it was raining and the sky had a green tint. I laid there cause the fact that I was bitten seemed unreal.I needed time to process this, but there was no time. If I laid here for another minute I would get trampled by a horde of zombies coming towards me. So I slowly got up and walked, like a zombie which I will be in a few hours or so, to the store I barricaded in. As I slowly walked towards to the store I could hear the zombies groaning behind me and it sent my senses on edge. I couldn’t hear anything but the groaning of the zombies. I couldn’t even hear the shotgun going off or the
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It had been wet and cloudy since that morning--a typical Oregon day--and as I made my way to the back of the bus, the faint smell of rain mingled with the rubbery-plastic smell of hundreds of little rain boots. When I finally got to my seat, I was rather unnerved to find that not only was someone sitting in my seat, but that that someone was none other than Nathaniel Larson, the most obnoxious kid in the 5th grade. I took a deep breath and said, in the kindest voice I could muster, "Nathan, you...
Frost, the only thing I saw out my bedroom window, kept me focused on my homework. Temperatures dropping so rapidly, it dropped twenty- five degrees in an hour. The temperatures, frigid, plumbing to negative fifteen by the time it was over. Sunday nights are for the procrastinators to do their homework, surprisingly, one is me. Suddenly cellphone vibrations filled the room, it was from one of my classmates. The picture message downloaded for a few minutes, and it stated, “If you think this girl is a w****, s***, and a b**** forward this on.” I sat there in a moment of silence, mice scurrying up and down the walls. Being a junior high student, I really didn’t put much though into it. You don’t think for your future you think for the time now. The message referred to one of my ex girlfriends, so that made me forward it on with out any thought. Making that decision shocked me for what awaited me at school the next day.