Personal Narrative-The Zombies

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

“Ladies and gentleman, I would like to welcome you to the House of Horrors!” The man in the red, striped top hat greeted the 8th-grade classes of Burdick. The man seemed to be one of those ringleaders in circus, but more…… Psychotic?

The ceaseless passage of trains, grip-cars, trolleys, carriages—surreys, landaus, victorias, broughams, phaetons, and hearses, all with iron-clad wheels that struck the pavement like rolling hammers—produced a constant thunder that did not recede until after midnight and made the open-window nights of summer unbearable. (Larson 28)

The most important game of the year was coming up and I was ready. Everything was going perfect for me, because I was the starting QB as a freshmen at Englert High School. We were playing Joston High School the number 1 team in the nation since 1960, it was going to be a tough game because they had the number 1 ranked defense, but we had the best offense. The day before the game was just a normal day I went to school and had football practice after school. A couple weeks ago one of the other teams that we had played earlier in the year wanted another game so we decided to play them. They had been the hardest team we had played all year, we had only beat them by a last efforts field goal it hardly went in as it bounced in off the crossbar.

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

The morning started out with a routine tour of duty, hauling 62 freight cars and a caboose. Little did the crew know that down the mainline another event was unfolding. A track gang and a foreman traveled by motorcar to pick up some switch ties. When the group arrived at Red Desert, they were approached by a sheep herder, who needed assistance getting his sheep across the tracks. The foreman assigned two men to flag each direction of track. He also ordered that switch of each side of the passing track to be opened. (That means that the switch is in a middle position, not thrown to either side, which will always lead to derailment.) This would cause the signals to indicate a stop signal. As one of the men opened up the siding switch, he saw 4005 roaring down the track, the workman tried to close the switch before the engine could pass… it was too late. The engineer applied the emergency brake, however, at the time 4005 was going about 50 MPH (80 KPH). The engine, tender, and first 18 cars turned on its’ side, The massive and near full tender smashed into the cab of 4005, destroying it completely. Although the engineer and brakeman were killed instantly, the front brakeman survived the wreck and gave an account as to what happened. “The switch, they threw it right in front of us, they didn’t give us a chance. I felt the engine rock. I don’t know how many times it rocked. The next thing I knew I felt the steam

In the beginning the car's breakdown.In the middle all the power went out.In the end of the story they

“Get down,” I say, pushing my agent-in-training Xavier to the ground. “Turn on the voice detector and don’t say a word. I’m recording.”

What ferocious brute inhibits rage within oneself? Temper is such a malicious tumor that grows inside. Its wicked intents serve to destroy and it makes me wonder, does abhorrence live within the core or is it a virus that strikes like cancer? When tempers flare and irritate the soul, death chews on what has yet to rot and sucks on the sweet juice. It leaves the dry and blistered remains, waiting patiently for the distraught spirit to come to its own terms.

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

It was the day where my life would take a huge turn. The day where the test would choose the faction I would be a part of for the rest of my life. Everyone knew what to do and where they were going, because the test had given them a clear answer. Since I was Divergent, it was up to me to choose. They had their whole lives planned out in front of them, but I was on a different boat. I didn’t know which faction to choose, I didn’t know where I wanted to go. The choosing ceremony was held in the main capital, in the tallest building there was. Hundreds of people just like me were there with their friends and family standing right by them. All the other factions were there as well to welcome any newly chosen candidates. There was a serious amount of pressure on my shoulders. I didn’t want my parents to feel ashamed of me by choosing the wrong one. Few minutes later, after everyone had sat

Max woke up with a muddy face next to a neon light sign labeled “Bobbies Grill”. As he gets up he wonders where he his,but the last thing he remembers was being in his room getting ready to play the brand new game “Zombie Battle Arena”. As he sits there thinking about what's going on he gets one crazy idea “I’m in the game.” At first he thinks it’s a silly idea then he thinks it could be possible,and then it hit him he has to get ready for when the zombies come. The first thing he does is run inside of Bobbies and tries to find something to use to protect himself,but all he could find was a baseball bat and he thought to himself “It will have to do.”

I’m standing by the scratched up wooden door. Inside I can hear the disgusting creature inside sigh after his last kill, as well as a small ‘Im telling’. I hesitate to walk in, but the door opens anyway and out comes the victim running straight down the stairs into the light below. I felt bad for the ginger, I really did. So I walk in and see the horror before my eyes. Oren is sitting on his bed putting his Pokemon cards in his prefered order, then he looks at me and goes back to the cards. As I look around I see that the small creamy room is still the same as before, the after effects of a tornado.

Carpe diem - seize the day. There are many instances in life when we, as humans, refrain from seizing opportunities that are out of our comfort zone. But letting this fear of change cloud our vision does nothing but harm us; new experiences open up our minds to enriching possibilities. The point Mr. Emerson is trying to get across, which I find to be extremely apparent and true, is that if we don't step out of our shells every once in a while, we will let these opportunities for knowledge slip through our fingers. A few years ago, when a friend of mine suggested that I volunteer at a summer camp, red lights went off in my head; I had never been surrounded by so many young children, especially not during the chaos only found at a camp.

All the steam locomotives were being fired up for the day’s work. The Tom Thumb locomotive was pulling out of the shed to take a load of passengers up to Western Springs and back. Big old locomotive 128 was building steam and waiting for the turntable to be pointing its way. The big locomotive puffed out of the sheds and onto the turntable where it was turned and backed down onto its passenger train. The Tom Thumb was just pulling out of the station blowing its shrill whistle when all of a sudden it derailed beyond the switch track. Locomotive 128 just had started its journey and was gaining speed. Nobody was to now what happened next. People in the passenger cars jumped as the train applied its brakes. But it was too