Gess This is How it Begins...

Well this is my first blog post and I want to do this to let people know what I think. Also i want to get some of my story ideas out to the world so I think I will have fun with that. I had one idea that is a short story: A Day in the Life of a Zombie.

Steve was driving in his car down Cove St. The radio was playing the news. "This i an important news bulletin" said the radio. Steve turned up the volume. "The has been a hazardous outbreak of a strange chemical called XZ-537." Steve seemed worried and he kept listening. "This chemical is a 'zombiafing' chemical. This means that any dead mammal will be revived thus becoming 'undead'. That life form will be indeed a zombie. A zombie will look as a decaying mammal. They will not any pupils meaning they have white eyes. If a zombie hasn't seen you they seem disoriented and lost. Their is no cure. Do not try to confront a zombie full front. Find weapons and find friends to hold out. Bord up windows, nail down doors. Seek shelter. There is an evacuation point. The army is driving out any survivors." Steve was scared now. he quickly drove to the nearest gun shop. There was blood all along the street. Steve knew what happened survivers took all the guns. He had to find a weapon.

Steve drove through town trying to find weapons or survivors. Then out of nowhere a hand smashed through his window and grabed his chest. the hand was green-ish and was cold and clammy. "A Zombie!" Steve thought. Steve immeditly grabed the hand and twisted it. Bones snapped and flesh toor. The hand reared back and steve floored the gas. Two bodies slammed onto the hood of the car. "Crap. Crap! Crap!!" steve felt terrible. Shock was almost apon him. his head started to spin his eyes darkened around him. Then a fealing of cool water all around him. He was sudenly jurked from this feeling when a loud crashing noise filled his ears then a milisecond later a giant cushon wall came from nowhere and slammed his body and face. The air bag, it hurt badly. Steve was dizzy and in pain. He opened the car door and stepped out. When he got out he herd a screem. A high pitched shrill screem. He covered his ears the screem hurt. Steve fell to his knees in pain. Then something had pounced on him. A zombie. Steve instintly trough his fists into his attakers cheast. His hand were then covered in a cold, wet, sticky mess. The Zombie's insides. steve through off the body and shook his hand to get of the blood. Then from behind a pair of teeth sunk into the back of his neck. Steve was done for. He knew it.

"It's over" he thought "but im not going down with out a fight!" he grabed whatever zombie bit him and turned then slammed his fist through the zombie's skull. steve felt cold brains in his hands. "Go back to satan!"Steve told the now re-un-animated corpse. Then a wave of nousia hit him. He grabbed his stomach and then he heived. His mind was clouding. He couldn't move. his eyes darkened again. He was going to die. He knew it. He is dieing. he rolled over on his back and looked into the sky. It was the last thing he ever saw as a human.

A zombie was on its back. It was a completely new zombie. He had no recalection of it past life. It was hungry. Hungry for a warm creature. With freash beating blood. It got up and the started to lose ballence but regained it. It walked slowly and clumsaly. Then a loud noise rang through the air. A gunshot his brain told him. He knew a living creature was behind it. His mouth started to water. He started to run. More and more zombies were soon running with him and then he saw the human behind the shot. A tall muscular man with a shotgun. Zombies were just a bought to overrun him and when it happened he wanted to taste that fleash. Zombies got past his defences and started to grab him. He screamed loudly for help but none came. This zombie was on top of him now devouring his fleash. The fleash was the best thing he tasted ever. He ate till there was none left. He moved on away from the corpse of the man and went to find more. He eyes started to drag down. "Your tired get some sleep" his mind told him. It didnt know where this came from and he didnt care. He sat on the ground and closed its eyes. A dream came to him a man who was in a car and tried to run from some zombies. The car he was in slammed into a brick wall. The man got out. Then got attacked by a zombie. He had killed the zombie by punching it in the cheast. Then another bit him. The dream started to darken. The man grabbed the zombie and punched it. The said something he couldnt understand. then the man fell to his knees and barfed. The dream was almost completely black now but he saw the man flip over on his back and then the zombie woke from its dream.

It got up and started to look for more to eat. Then he saw a human with its back turned. A perfict chance to eat. It snuck behind the human and bit into its neck. The human cringed and then turned and grabed the zombies sholder then took it fist and smashed its skull in. The End

well that my story of: A Day in the Life of a Zombie. I just thought of it and made up details as i went. i hope i have more interesting storys to come. -ZCF