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Fighting for Survival

Zombie Attacks.
I knew it was coming soon, I could tell, it was a feeling deep in my stomach and I knew something wasn’t right. I never thought it would come to this, I never believed it could happen until today. I grabbed my bag, inside I had a tactical tomahawk for personal safety, a fire starter kit because well, you have to do something with the bodies after, energy shots for those late nights, beef jerky to keep my protein level up, and good ole bandages and ointment for when a zombie accidentally gets me, but hopefully that doesn’t happen because who knows what could happen after that.

I opened the door to see what was going on, on the outside. Cars were flipped over and on fire, trees we burnt to a crisp, doors were ripped off of houses, windows smashed, but there wasn’t a zombie in sight. This only concerned me even more than the whole zombie situation. Something wasn’t right; I stepped out of the house and onto the front porch. From the corner of my eye, I could see it coming towards me, faster than I expected. I reached behind into my bag and pulled out my tomahawk and in one swift movement off went his arm then his head. He dropped to the ground; I struck a match, dropped it and the zombie burst into flames.

I was hoping that this would be the only zombie but that probably wasn’t the case. There had to be more, but where were they. If they weren’t going to come to me, I was going to go to them. I went back in the house to get my dad’s old tool belt and the sharpest and biggest kitchen knife I could find. I put the tool belt on, put the knife in a slip pocket and did the same with the tomahawk. I left the house and closed the door behind me. I turned back around walked down the stairs and down the driveway. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs I could see three zombies attempting to flip over a car. I knew I had to get rid of these three before more came along so I wouldn’t get ambushed. I walked closer, trying to be as quiet as possible, but I blew it when I stepped on a branch and it snapped. All three zombies turned and looked at me and then started running towards me.

I grabbed my knife in one hand and the tomahawk in the other. I turned and kicked the one in the stomach catching it off guard; it hit the ground but got right back up. I turned and slit its throat. The other two came at me, I swung the tomahawk and got one in the stomach and it crumpled to the ground. The last one grabbed my arm but not much later I cut his hand off. I grasped the knife in my hand sunk it deep into its stomach. It fell to the ground. I reached into my bag and pulled out the fire starter kit, put the zombies in a pile and watched as it burst into flames.

As I watched the bodies disintegrate, I thought about how many more zombies there could be. Hoping there wasn’t many left. That this was the ending of it all. But I spoke too soon; I could see hundreds of zombies coming up over the horizon. I knew that if I didn’t find others to fight them off this could be the end of a civilization. This was not the end, but only the beginning.
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Published: 1/7/2013
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