Creative Writing: How To Survive A Zombie Apocalypse

When you are moving try to walk or run very quietly so they won't hear you. When using a weapon use a suppressor on it to not attract any more zombies. You can save ammo and it might save your life. Most important is stay QUIET so you won't attract more zombies.

“CRAP!” Emily cried out as she walked out the door, her voice trailing as she went.

In the possible occurrence of a zombie apocalypse, certain measures involving shelter, food, weapons, and fitness should be taken to better the chances of survival in such a desperate situation. Throughout the years, movies, television shows, and other miscellaneous hype have heightened a large number of people’s suspicion about the possibility of disease-ridden humans taking over the world. In reality, that atrocity is not exactly far-fetched. With so many vaccines and medicines being mass produced without the sufficient steps taken to test the results, the chance of humans contracting unimaginable side effects is a rational possibility. If

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.

Intently, we listened to the monotone voice who informatively warned the public to stay away from the zombies, to seek immediate shelter, and to cease using electrical devices. As I looked in the horizon, I saw a sea full of zombies with blood soaked shirts, bits of flesh between their broken, jagged teeth, and emotionless faces with eyes as white as the moon. Survival was key; therefore, I pledged to my family that we would not be transformed into zombies. Consequently, I acquired these life-saving reinforcements, a gun, an abandoned military semi-trailer truck, and a supply of meals ready to eat.

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

The sun was up, and it was already 2:00 p.m. on October 3rd. I could see the sun beating through the windows and into my room. Just like every other day, I had just woken up after a long night of work. Although, I was still a little drowsy. I could hear my siblings laughing and screaming all throughout the house. One kid ran around the house tapping slightly on every window, another sat on the couch watching Paw Patrol, my sister was making everyone lunch, and my little brother had found a medium sized hammer, with an orange handle. My little brother swung the hammer around with great ferocity. This game he had made up all on his own, he called, “zombie slayer.”

It is a dark day. It has just been announced that the zombie outbreak has just hit Kansas. Therefore, before I leave for school I prepare a duffle bag with some of the items I may need for survival. First, I would bring non-lethal viruses with cures to counteract the viruses. Secondly, I would pack a plethora of firecrackers with a flint and steel so I can distract the zombies. Next would pack my weapon; my weapon of choice is a katana because it does not make a loud noise comparatively to guns. With the katana, I would also have a sharpener for the majestic weapon. Finally, because of the occasion I bring out the special project I have been working on for a situation like this. It is a flying rig filled with supplies; electromagnetic pulses

Gazing through the glass windows as the noon sun hung low in the paint splattered canvas of a sky. Mara was lost deep within forbidden thoughts. Her emerald colored eyes became lost in the labyrinth of mountaintops that seemed to roll on and on perpetually. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sharp piercing of her flesh. In a daze, her glossy eyes floated down and landed on her hand. She watched as a thin crimson stream of blood trickled down her wrist, to her elbow and rhythmically drip…drip…dripped…into a rapidly expanding puddle on the clammy tile floor. Her voice cracked as she mumbled, “Garrett,” The man who slouched on the pleather couch in the room over invested his attention in Black Ops 2 as oppose to his significant other,

Your backpack should have some basic survival items in it like a knife, a bit of food and water, and maybe some medical supplies if you're lucky enough to have them. Make sure that you also have an adequate weapon like a Hatchet or a machete with you at all times. If you're lucky enough to have a gun, try not to use it unless it’s a desperate situation because you most likely have a limited amount of ammo and the noise the gun makes could attract more Zombies to your

A couple of hours later I walked the trail towards the village jail, in hopes to see Jason. On rehash, he was one of the uppermost honest and friendly folks on the island, and the best shot as well. Though I always considered myself one of the best at spearfishing, Jason was better, and a steadier aim; he literally never missed a shot. His interests and passions had always been so forthright and reliable that in societal context, he took in everyone’s trust for granted. And, as it turned up, Duende resembled him in personality, although she exhibited the unworldliness befitting of a native who never left the islands. Unlike Jason, who was in the islands on vacation from the U.S., and had both his parents alive as well as siblings, Duende never

I put out my arm, and she took my hand. I helped her up, and she skipped at my side. Her hair bobbed up and down, and her shoes made a squeaking sound every time she skipped. "Do you realize how not normal you

The first time I saw her she was perched on my chair at New Westview High in the English 11 classroom and was twirling a luxurious pair of earbuds around her elegant and slender fingers wrapping them around like whips. Lethal. Pestilent. Yet still there was something about her that was bewitching. She screamed anguished closures and shredded promises. Back then I just had a feeling. One of those nauseating, petrifying feelings but almost addictive when I went near her. She had these black and red beats that were colossal compared to her meagre face but she didn't seem to mind. They kept slipping off her sleek, smooth hair. Why would she have earbuds and headphones? Like what an idiot. Her fingers and feet tapped out the rhythm on the floor.

If you were asked to imagine a world without touch, could you? I’m sure I couldn’t have, not before 2035 when antibiotics became defunct that is. Since then no one has had any interaction with anyone or anything; we’re all far too worried about infection. Think about it: no hugs, no stroking your pets and definitely no going outside without all your protective clothing. And then a new virus gripped the earth, infecting all of us. We called it virus-T.