The Walkers: A Fictional Narrative

My heart was beating erratically and I could barely breathe. The plan was going so well until Carver's people started shooting. The sounds of the walkers and the gunfire drowned out any words from the rest of the group. Sarita was still next to me and she was trying her best to fight through the herd. I decided to follow her, using my hatchet to take down the ones that got too close. Sarita was still advancing and right as I killed another walker, I saw one coming at her from the side.

Children between the ages 7 to 12 are exposed to many television shows. These television shows, play an important role in children this age by opening their eyes to new ideas, cultures and to new places. As a 5th grade teacher, I was surprised to hear how many of my students were excited about the return of The Walking Dead on February 14, 2016. Before today, I had never seen this show, but I knew it was not appropriate for 10 and 11-year-olds to watch.

I can feel it. The sweat running down my face. Down my body. The tiredness of my legs that have carried me many, long miles and the gasp for air I make every so meter. The ache from the hungry beast, gnawing at my insides in my stomach. The desert begging for rain on the surface of my tongue and in my throat. This is how it ends. Starvation and dehydration. It's almost too much to think at this point. I can see Rick and Daryl up front, looking back. Not at us, but something behind the group. Carl notices this too. "Walkers." He says faintly. I nod. Seconds later, Daryl is taking off in the woods, I'm too exhausted to argue so I let him be. Carol follows in after him. We need to find food and water. Mostly water. It's coming up on

““No, you can’t kill yourself, “I say. I’m on my knees, desperately plastering the bandage back onto his wound. “Katniss, “he says.

"No." Grunt and pant. "No!" Screaming, making a last desperate effort so hard Hannah thought she 'd rip something in her gut she got past the door and as soon as the man 's bare feet crossed it she dropped him, hating the way his head hit her shins on the way down but better than that the hard floor. Accidentally stepping in his arm, Hannah pulled the door shut then leaned against it as the walkers crashed into it. Fortunately the door had latched and for all they were unstoppable, walkers generally couldn 't figure out how to operate handles, even oversized ones that the hospital was equipped with. "Go eat someone else!" she screamed through the door then, Laughing on the edge of hysteria at her safety, Hannah threw the lock and slumped down on the floorr. While walkers howled and scratched their flesh down to bone against the door, Hannah sat and sobbed out her relief and the crash of hormones dumping into her system to counterbalance the adrenaline.

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 scooted back to let Susanna look out and assess the situation. The truck’s walls were canvas, and I worried if we talked someone would hear us. We’d be found before we had a chance to do any good. Before I could decide whether I could safely talk to Susanna or not, she slipped out of the back of the truck. Where the hell was she going? I was alone again, left to figure things out myself. I tried to ignore the sharp

A shaky hand reached for a boning knife. “I am sorry,” her voice cracked. Katherine had no choice but she wished she had. Only the cult was her protectors. No escape from them. No way out of this in Kat’s

People have always thought out a plan for a zombie apocalypse, but most people don’t overthink it like I do, and in my opinion overthinking is going to save my life. I have thought of a full proof plan that will keep me alive for a full average life for a human. My plan consist of traps and strategies that will be remarked as clever and witty.

The music and voices within the ballroom were suffocating. She put her trembling hands over her ears, hoping if she couldn’t hear, she could block out Angela’s words. Kat choked back the sobs in her throat. She wouldn’t cry—not here—not now. She threw Angela a scathing glare, turned, and crossed the threshold into the crowded hallway.

I trembled in fear and anticipation as the living dead staggered towards my favorite character, Daryl. He stood weaponless and trapped against a vine covered brick wall. I bit off my nail and heard the snap over the sound of the decayed, snarling zombie, and scooted closer to the TV. Just as the “walker” got closer to Daryl, the screen went black with three white words glowing ominously, “To be continued…” This is a frequent occurrence when watching The Walking Dead; it leaves me groaning in frustration at the unexpected ending, but hungry for more. This TV show is based on an apocalypse setting with zombies, or “walkers”, taking over the Earth. Humans that are still alive struggle to survive in the deadly environment. The Walking Dead has caused me to be slightly obsessive, extremely paranoid, and scared of things I imagine in the dark.

When the walking dead invade my school it’ll be the biggest mistake they did. My first step in coming out alive is gathering everyone in one room and devise a plan with them. I’d make sure everyone has a role and everyone works together to work at maximum efficiency. To ensure we make it out alive we’d have to use our creative minds to be able to gather everyday items and make them into weapons. I’d shaper a yardstick to make it into a spear to be able to pierce the zombie brains, also would go to the tool room and grab the biggest hammer to bash zombie brains.

The award-winning television show, The Walking Dead, is used as a tool to explain the complexities of the human behavior when faced with the need for natural survival. The show depicts the world after a zombie apocalypse. Society and government as we know it had been torn down. The show is an example of what lengths people would do to survive. Thomas Hobbes, John Locke, and Jean-Jacques Rousseau are some political philosophers who explain their versions of how political societies form and how societies stayed together when they follow their versions of the laws of nature. Thomas Hobbes’ ideas of the social contract and the state of nature

It was a normal day at work for Bryan. Bryan is a 25 year old man and he is a mechanic. He has a co-worker named Frank and they are best friends. They both enjoy working as mechanics but they don't like their boss Bob. Bob is always calm but today he was asking both Bryan and Frank a bunch of weird questions about what was on the news that morning. He was also acting a little paranoid. They didn't watch the news that morning so they asked him what was on the news. Bob kept saying there was a disease going around and people all around the world weren't acting normal. Bryan didn't believe him because he thought it sounded crazy. They go back to work and Bob went on telling other workers about the disease even though none of them believed him.

Muscles ached. My arms almost too weak to hold the axe in my hands. The adrenaline made me feel almost sick, like a fire roasting in my stomach, with an almost sweet pain. The now empty cafeteria stank with the ripe smell of undead. Familiar faces one and all. Eyes blank. A smirk crept to a side of my face. I never liked any of them.