Outbreak

Date: 2/17/2019

It was the start if the zombie outbreak. I packed a big black staircase of things I needed, grabbed a rather big automatic gun with a strap and left my house. I made it all the way to my grandparent's house a long ways away. There, I stopped and wanted to rest. They were just eating in the kitchen when the doorbell rang like a normal doorbell. I looked out the peephole and there are about five people, all with guns pointing at the door, wanting to get in. I didn't let them. I could hear them getting into the garage and started getting my shoes back. I left through the glass door, out and hoping to get Into some woods behind their house. Someone saw me and and started shooting at me with a single round gun. I was in my back, scooting backwards up the hill as all five of them were now shooting at me with these fire-spitting BB guns. They inched closer with their guns. One of them was Tory, someone I knew. I kept asking them why they wanted me; everything they could ever need was in the house. Lots of food, water, shelter. They never said which and I ended up needing to hold one off of me as I laid on the ground, partly strangling them. Scene changes and I am back at home. I barricaded the front door and went to get more clothes from my sock drawer. I see just hoards of kids in our backyard and the park. Kids coming from Terry's house too. I see some coming upstairs and the sliding basement door was left open and unlocked. I closed the door, still more kids outside in the snow, and locked the door, barricading that as well. I go back upstairs and the front door is open, larger kids waiting to shove inside. I closed the door and locked it, needing to shove it to keep it closed. Hunter came upstairs along with more kids. He opened the door. I got mad and was told to let the rest of them in. I did and locked the door again, barricading it heavily. The scene cut again. It was like springtime, there was no snow. A picnic table was in our backyard along with our old shed. Uncle travis was there, wishing we could give all the kids up to someone who would watch them. One fainted a few tines. They're all pretty sleepy. One kid in a cactus costume goes nuts and I ask a little girl if she knew the symptoms. She did. Soon, a war struck out in my backyard that only I and the kids were fighting. I grabbed a metal bat from the shed and just went to town whacking the sick kids who were trying to bite everyone. I smashed one's face in and it deflated like a balloon. Everything felt so surreal, like I wasn't in my own body, and I faintly remember my mom telling me I was right. At the end, during the fight, I realized that there were a ton more kids inside that could be infected and I felt true fear before waking up.