Think I might try write a zombie story - it's the holidays and I got nothing better to do! :P
Chapter One - The Awakening Tom woke up to the sound of glass smashing. He bolted upright in his bed, and turned on his bedside lamp. He jumped as he saw a figure by his wardrobe, but then he relaxed when he realised it was just his reflection in his mirror. He wiped his long dark hair out of his eyes and got out of bed. Wondering what the noise could have been he walked along the corridor to his parents room. Tom was only 16, and he trusted his parents with anything. He wanted to ask them what the noise was. However, as the door swung inward, Tom was met with a ghastly sight. His father was sat hunched over the body of his mother, her stomach ripped open. He was greedily devouring her innards, tearing and biting at any bit of flesh he could get his hands on. Tom screamed and backed out of the room, not believing his eyes. His father turned around, and Tom choked with shock. A large chunk of his fathers face was missing, and his whole bottom jaw had been ripped off. All that was left of the lower half of his face was a nose, his upper jaw and a tongue. A gaping hole was left where his lower jaw should be, and the hole led straight to his throat. Tom turned and started to run. His father leaped up with a roar and chased him along the corridor and down the stairs. Tom ran to the front door and wrenched it open. Ducking through, he looked back to see his mutated father close on his heels. As Tom ran out of his house, he tripped and fell on his face. He quickly turned over and began to shuffle away backwards from his looming father. His father began to swing his arm towards Tom when a gunshot rang clear through the night. Tom's fathers head was blown to peices as he took the bullet straight to the face. His corpse wandered aimlessly for a fews seconds before falling to ground. Tom looked round for the marksman, and saw his old neighbour, Ted, with a shotgun crooked in one arm and a walking stick tucked under the other. Ted was 68 and had lived next door to Tom's family for 34 years. "Come quickly boy," rasped Ted. "That shot will have alerted more of them. they'll be headed here right now." Tom sat still for a moment bewildered. "Do you want to die, boy? Come on, or I'll leave you for them. No point draggin' you along, that'll just slow me down." Trembling, Tom stood up. He took the arm offered to him by Ted and together they hurried off into the night.
Chapter Three - Alone Tom woke up in the darkness. He panicked, not knowing where he was. Then he remembered the previous day's events. How he had cried himself to sleep, hearing Ted's screams over and over again in his head. He noticed his hands were still wrapped around the crowbar he had found. Pocketing it, he slowly opened the lid of the dumpster he was sleeping in. He peered out, and upon seeing no zombies, crawled out of the bin. He turned back to the dumpster and began searching for anything he might need that had been chucked out. The only thing he could find was an unopened packet of bacon, slightly past its expiry date. He shoved it in a pocket just in case he was desperate. Finding nothing else of interest in the bin he took out his crowbar and began to slowly walk down the alley. Upon reaching the end of the alley, he peered out into the main street. He couldn't help noticing the blood stain on the floor beneath his feet. His mind immediately raced to thoughts of Ted. He quickly tried to block them form his head. He could see no one, so he continued out of the alleyway. Suddenly he heard a groan to his left. Spinning round holding the crowbar in both hands, he caught sight of a figure sitting on a park bench. He was slowly backing away from it, when it suddenly snapped its head round towards him. Tom couldn't believe his eyes... It was Ted.
How can someone write such a good story? I think this is actually a book for the publishers to look at. Depending on how long the story is the story could become a book!
Oh. My. God I've double posted but it's been AGES since he writ the story! Hurry up for Christ sake! (No offence) *Sigh* Things like this fade away quickly...
Sorry i haven't updated in a while, I've just been busy and my computer broke down... but here it is! The long awaited...
Chapter 4 - To Kill a Friend Ted stood up from the park bench. Tom cried out, "Ted, you're alive!" Ted ambled slowly towards Tom. When he had reached within ten metres of Tom he began to groan. Suddenly Ted collapsed to the floor. Tom gasped and ran to Ted's side. Ted looked up at Tom. His faced was horribly disfugured, a massive gash running down the left side of his face, his left eye and nose mutilated beyond recognition. Tom screamed and jumped back. Suddenly Ted groaned, "Tom, help me. The zombies... They got me. Soon I'll become one of them. Agh! My face hurts so much... Tom, ther's no hope for me. Please, put me out of my misery..." His face suddenly changed its expression; it went from painful to inquisitive in a split second. Ted grunted, and began to shuffle after Tom. Tom stepped back, wondering if it was still Ted, or if he had turned into a zombie. Ted suddenly leaped forward, and grabbed onto Tom's leg. Tom swung the crowbar down onto Ted's arm, hard. With a snap and a spray of blood, Ted's arm was ripped in half. His forearm was now hanging uselessly from the tendons of his elbow. Tom retched at the sight. Ted however, only looked down at his useless arm briefly before advancing on Tom. His face had a lifeless look fixed upon it, and a hungry expression. Tom lifted the crowbar high over his head and brung it down onto Ted's skull. Ted's head caved in, and he collapsed to the floor, still. He was dead.
