Descriptive Essay: A Zombie Apocalypse

“Layla, I miss home,” Marley announces wearily as she rests her small head on my shoulder. I look over at her as we watch the bloody sunset fade into the treeline, making another day go by and turn into a miserable ebony night.
“I know Marley, but home isn't home anymore. Nothing’s the same. We can’t go back. We must keep moving on. We just got to survive somehow. Always forward, never back. Remember the rules again?”
Naiya pipes up, “I know; never trust anyone, we must keep moving, keep quiet, keep low, keep alert, anything can be a weapon, don't be greedy, there's no such thing as safe, only safer, always double tap, and…”
“...and do what you must to survive,” mom interjects, finishing off Naiya’s sentence. She appears behind us on the

Carter comes on to the intercom and declares that the school is being dismissed due to the fact that we are under an international state of emergency due to the fact that there is a zombies outbreak. A zombie apocalypse has commenced. All at once, students enter a full on state of panic; grabbing belongings, knocking things -including people- over, running out the rooms, and flooding the hallways. I quickly, yet proficiently bound down the hallways turning when needed. As a football player scurries past me, I quickly swipe his keys that were dangling out of his back pocket. They were practically screaming, “take me… take me.” During the frenzy, he failed to realized I jacked his keys. Sorry dude, desperate times call for desperate measures. I twirl my newly apprehended keys in my hand as my mind runs wild. I need a foolproof plan and I need to know exactly how to execute it. Well, think Layla. What do you need to survive?... Family, food, fortress… Ok first things first, family. Marley and Naiya stayed home with mom because they have the Flu. I need to contact mom and Papa Jimmy. I scurry outside, searching the parking lot. I examine my stolen keys. A ram is imprinted on the back of them. For a zombie apocalypse I'm turning out to be kind of lucky. I click around hoping my luck won't run out so fast and I'll be able to find the vehicle as swiftly as possible. Almost jumping with joy, I rush

Come on Layla, think. I need to get to my family and figure out how to keep them safe. Besides, during an apocalypse we are better in numbers. As of right now my family is my best bet and main concern. I’d say my group is pretty well off considering my three sisters and I ran track, my mom’s a nurse and my grandpa’s an ex-marine turned construction worker. I need to contact them. We need a rendezvous and all the supplies we can possibly get. Whether something seems useful or not, it is most definitely useful in some way. You never know what you will need. I pull the car over and duck it out as far off into the tree line as it can possible fit. I don’t know who will drive by and people will do anything to save themselves, including killing and stealing from a kid. I reach for my cell phone. Three bars, that’ll do. I quickly search through my contacts clicking on Papa Jimmy and make quick work of calling