Personal Narrative: The Zombie Dogs

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

Imagine, if you will, a brisk night wind coming fast across a lake carrying a pungent smell, something you can’t quite identify, but is nonetheless familiar enough to send a shiver up your spine. As it hits the trees, they creak out a somber call in the still night air. Or was that groan something more…human? You notice, for the first time, the absence of tires humming on pavement and you wonder if it’s that late, or maybe just a slow night. The soft tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk is the only accompaniment your slow breathing has as you move towards the warmth of your home, holding thoughts of a warm bed in the palm of your hand to keep the chill away. You don’t notice at first, perhaps because the reality of what you’re hearing is

I was battling my own demons that I have finally put to rest for good, mic drop, #byefelicia, boom. I can assure you, I wanted to do it alone to prove something to myself, but I did call in Calvary to guarantee this, like they say, "We are all in this together" and I made the choice to kill the chicken by cutting off its head not foot, I’m done wasting time.

I shot at him during the fight. I left after that. I remember that. After I shot at him.

I’m fairly certain that if I don’t act within the next few moments, all will be lost. However, the beast still has its steely-blue eyes trained on me, waiting for any sign of movement. I know that if I make even the tiniest sound, it will attack, and all I have worked for will be for naught. My determination to stay still is quickly fading. Wooden floors aren’t made to lie on, and my limbs are beginning to twitch. The beast swishes its tail slightly from above, its muscles tensing to pounce, and my arm jerks reflexively. This is all the ammunition needed for attack. I roll to my side, cupping my ears to muffle the explosions.

I immediately holstered my service pistol and switched over to my long baton. Toribio closed the gap between us sufficiently fast, so I decided to use the long baton. I knew that my taser would be ineffective at such a close distance. I

He just nodded and ran off, so I followed him. I thought we were starting to get away from the Rotters, but then, they started stumbling out of car wrecks on the side of the road and from the treeline. They were closing in on us from everywhere, so I took out my pistol and started shooting one down. With six shots, I downed three of them.

My first reaction was to fight, and I sprinted, pain forgotten, over to the creature, my hands already in fists, a fierce look on my pale face.

I opened the bag grabbed my gun, then slung it over my shoulder. I stuck the gun in front of my pants and stuck out my feet first through the window. I jumped out and then closed the curtains over the window and slamed it shut.

Quickly lashing out she got me with a punch to my stomach, forcing me to double over in pain. Recovering quickly I grabbed her wrist and twisted it, causing her to drop the gun. I kicked the gun away just as she was about to dive for it, and we both started to wrestle for the gun, which the bitch got ahold of.

Like a bullet in my hip. I staggered back, barely maintaining my balance as I threw myself towards the attacker and hammered my fist into his cheek.

“Ha-ha! You’re it!” yelled Hunter as he got further away from me. I then ran full speed at him.

“Zombies everywhere!” I yelled out for help but no one heard me, I was alone, with a hungry mob of zombies right in front of me and nowhere to run. As I held up my tomahawk, I heard silent gunshots in front of me, with an annoyed face I mumble “Carl.” I knew he couldn’t handle them all, so being the nice person I am, I decided to help him. When they were all dead, I walk up to him and silently yell “I had it!” “You sure about that? ‘Cause if I wasn’t here you’d be dead by now.” He says. I push him lightly and we laugh “Come on.” I say. Then, we walk on to find the others.

Four seconds was enough time for the one thug who stepped back around the corner to come out again and spot me. She brought down a katana at me, but was still too slow to avoid the projectile stun gun I used on her. Ejecting the packet as soon as I was sure it had made contact, I reloaded and stepped behind the first two who had suffered under my first attack. They were blind firing their weapons. Trying to at least, as I had made sure to jam every gun in the area. I used my taser to safely drop one, then the other, counting to five each time just to be sure. The sword looked decent enough for me to take, along with it’s sheath this time. Tattletale’s comment regarding the knives at our warehouse was

Once you have a safe place and the things you need, you should go out and if you could, try to travel into the woods where no one would probably go. If zombies find you, it would be good to have a companion, but if there chasing you, you could try to fight them off or just sacrifice your companion.