Personal Narrative: The Zombie Apocalypse

When I was mad and wanted to kill people and then it was the zombie Apocalypse. I found people a lot of people ,and they said can I join you. I said yes if you follow my lead and follow my rules and everything will be all good.

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It’s a dark and cloudy day at Salome High School. Not a single living being to be seen, why is that? You see it started out as a normal Monday morning; I was grabbing my breakfast from the lunch lady when she sneezed as loud as a horn on my food. I was appalled and walked away; however, everyone else seemed to enjoy the snot filled waffles. I decide to take a nap in the library until the first bell rang, little did I know it wasn’t going to. I awake to a loud thump outside, I ponder the time I spent sleeping. When I opened up the blinds I was shocked to see all the blood on the window. I know exactly what this is, the zombie apocalypse. You see, scientist have been predicting the apocalypse for a few months now and I’ve been preparing. I grabbed

Looking through the dusty back window of the 1998 Volkswagen we were in, I sat and watched the colony disappear from view as the dark night began to swallow it whole. I had wanted to leave for forever, but there was always a firm grasp which kept me there, my family. A single tear slips from my eye, rolls down my wind-burnt cheek, and clings tightly to my chin before its final descent into the open air. As a child, I too clung tightly to familiarity, but now, with my future at stake, it's time to flee, to leave behind everything, and embrace the rush of the unknown. I reach my hand across the center console and rest it on the back of Ethan’s soft hand. The warmth of his love momentarily fills the lull in my heart where my

I was trying to run as fast as I can from my village. I knew the Black Plague was coming after me. I was only a mile away from the outside of London. My village, Lakonia , everyone died but my dog and I. The year was 1466. I could hear people talking from ahead. After another couple minutes of running, I was in London. No one seemed in pain or infected. I knew this was the place for my dog, Scar, and I, Titan.

I was staring into the eyes of that zombie. They were gray, dead, emotionless, and looking back at me.

Lillian Hendrickson and her family were in this run down paper factory for twenty years. When Lillian first got trapped in this building she was four years old. Her parents both worked in this paper factory and when they heard the zombie apocalypse was coming they grabbed Lillian and her brother, Liam. The zombie apocalypse was the cause of aliens coming and giving humans a “remedy” so they could resurrect loved ones. Everyone thought these aliens were very kind, but when they realized that their resurrected loved ones tried to bite them they got the idea that they weren’t. The whole world was in panic mode. With in four hours more than half of the world's population was a zombie. That brings us to present time where the apocalypse has ended

Random zombie apocalypse at my school? Not really surprising considering the food that's served at lunch. First things first, as soon as I figured out about the zombies roaming the halls I would find some form of protection. I am assuming there are no ways to leave the school so I would make my way to our world history/ancient artifacts classroom where there are older weapons are kept. Yes, I would be using priceless historical items, but then again I want to live. The next two things I would be worried about are food, and a safe place to hide. I would make my way up to the library where there are very heavy doors that I even have trouble opening at times, and I’m not even a zombie. On top of that the doors lock which pretty much make it impossible

When it comes to a major crisis, especially by world domination from a zombie outbreak, it is essential to know the basics of survival such as materials, protection, and location.

Slowly, I stood up. I quickly went through my mental checklist to make sure I had the five things I'd need in a rush. You never know when you're going to have to make a run for it. Topographic road map with population charts, check. That quick trip the the history hall was worth it. Wooden pencil, check. It’s a good thing I was the artist that preferred these over mechanical pencils. Can opener, check. Canned food doesn’t mean much if you can’t get to the food. Butterfly knife, check. As much as I prefer to avoid the zombies, sometimes you need to dispatch one. It’s us or them, now. A .40 caliber, 15 round Glock 22, check. I try not to use it, but it’s handy in a pinch. I quickly shove everything into my bag and stand, looking out the window

To prepare for any natural disaster coming to your area one must use ambidextrous or versatile plans to evacuate.

You never really notice the end of the world, it just happens too quickly to acknowledge. I faintly remember my life before the outbreak, I’m just like any other Florida college freshman, aside from the fact that I have anxiety and minor depression. I live on campus and one day our dorm advisor advises us that classes will be cancelled, and that we should stay in our dorms due to a sickness going around. I don’t think much of it at first but, I turn on the on the news, and they say that some kind of flu in South America has made it way to the U.S.

A door, set into the side of the building offered a quieter entry. Opening the big hanger door, set into the front of the quonset hut, would have been too noisy. We didn’t know what we were walking into. Just as Dave was reaching for the doorknob I put a hand out and stopped him.

Super confident I was. Confident that I would would make it out the zombie horror house without a scream. As I approached the entrance door, my heart began to drop slowly and horrifically. As I walked inside all I saw what seemed to look like a hospital type of theme. A door barricaded with the words “DON’T OPEN DEAD INSIDE”. All the lights broken, wires hanging down the ceiling and blood all through out the floor. As I turned the corner I saw a door, as I walked inside it seemed to be a way out that lead me to a field. A large field filled with crops and grass as I walked further in I began to see to something that seemed to be red. It was blood scattered all over the floor, as a look further I saw what seemed to be half of a zombie's body still dead but alive crawling towards me. I tried my best to avoid it but some how it got near me I

I get up, confused. It’s as if I've been asleep for decades. Well, I probably was.