Creative Writing: Zombies

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Zombies are stupid.

Not the Zombies you’re thinking of. The Zombies I’m talking about aren’t green, and they can still talk. They are like humans except they are a little less smart. And instead of eating human food, they eat… brains. Real zombies aren’t anything like what we make up in our heads. They are much worse. They can smell your brain, can hear your brain function, they can even see your brain, inside your head. That’s right, they can see inside of your head! I sometimes think I’m the only person left on Earth, but then I see my 4 friends beside me. They always help me when I get too worked up. That’s sort of my thing, I always get worked up and nervous for everything.

“Calm down Michael,” They say. “Calm down, we can survive,

It was bizarre.

“I’m have ravenous hunger!” He replied, “And call me crazy.”

“What the heck does ravenous mean?” I questioned

“It means I’m starving!” ‘Crazy’ informed me.

Then I looked through my bag for my BBQ chips, which I hate, and offered it to him.

“Do you want some, you can have it.”

Then he just looked at me like I was stupid and gave me the silent treatment. I was confused, and kind of mad.

“What do you like,” trying to be kind. “I have some skinny pop if you’d like.”

“I can’t eat that junk, I need something else… that you have. However, you can’t give me it, every human and animal has one”

Then I got mad. He wanted something to eat, he knows I can help him, and he gives me a riddle to find out what it is he wants! “BRAINS! IF YOU USED YOURS, THEN I WOULDN’T BE SAYING THIS! I WANT BRAINS!” He screamed. Then, everyone stared at him. I was scared now. “You’re joking, right?” I asked, while slowly scooting toward the window. Then he jumped out the window, stood up like nothing happened, and ran towards a goose. The goose tried to fly away, but ‘Crazy’ jumped so flipping high, that there was no way he was human. He then, ate the brains of the goose. A Zombie. He was a Zombie.

We were now in panic of course. Where were we going to go once we were in the helicopter. Did I mention that I am afraid of heights. And if the roof was filled with Zombies, then how would we get to the helicopter. Then it arrived. The helicopter pilot landed the helicopter on the roof not even caring that there were zombies. When the Zombies got too close, he tilted the helicopter forward the they would be sliced by the blades. Once all the Zombies were off the roof, we got aboard the helicopter. “Hi, my name is Austin, and we are going to be riding to Europe, where there are no Zombies,” The pilot said. “Can we stop by my house to pick up my parents, please,” I asked “Yeah what about my dog,” Dex asked. “That’s all you care about?” Max questioned. “Nobody is going anywhere besides Europe. Everybody here is probably dead. Or they might have left with some of the other pilots. You’re lucky that you called when you did. I was in the middle getting ready to go to Europe myself.” Austin said. “But what about my children? They need me,” Mr. Chow claimed. “They might already be in Europe. But I apologize, sir. We aren’t making any stops so just be happy that you were one of the few lucky survivors.” Austin told