Personal Narrative: The School Virus

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3 days ago it was a normal day with the children at school and I was at the office filing some papers. My coworkers yelled out my name, “Ryan”. I came over just thinking they did something stupid and needed my help. I look at the TV and they watch the news in fear. A virus has spread in southern Asia. This virus attacks the brain and makes you crazy and hungry for human flesh. Zombies are in the back rushing towards the reporters. As I watch, live reporters are being mutilated on camera and everybody at work also had their eyes fixed on a TV. Nobody thought it was real and that it was just a hoax somebody was pulling. I resumed working and when my time was over I picked up the kids from school and drove home. My wife was cooking dinner when we got home …show more content…

I drive into a alleyway hoping to lose the cop and wait. The blaring sirens pass and I drive out the other side. I reach the school and find out it on lockdown. I reach the office and beg to let me see my kids. They let me take them and we drive home. When we get home we lock the doors and fortify the house to keep us safe. I went out to the store to grab supplies and food for a couple months. I go back home and find a scared little boy and girl. It starts making me more worried of what could happen. We go to sleep but in the middle of the night I hear banging on the door and the kids screaming. I took a peek through the hole in the door and found a zombie without legs and guts spilling out and leaving a trail of blood towards the door. My wife pick up our shotgun and stands in front of the children. I turn on the TV to see if anyone can stop this or if anyone is trying. The reporter starts talking about how scientist are finding a cure. I lay on the couch and fall asleep while the TV is on. The next morning we make breakfast and let the kids watch TV so they can be happy and then this happens for over 3 months. The news just announced a cure but it's been

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