Cracking and moaning disturbed my sleep. I rose my head, looking around, seeing my room basically destroyed. My curtain crispy and holey, a black mist staining the bottom edges of them. With my floor also having the dark blemish, I stepped onto it. I had a surprised chill once I noticed the floor was actually colder than I expected. It once burned, so what else should I predict other than hot, still a bit flamey ash?

I know what you’re thinking, with my home being a wreck, and even on fire at one point- why do I stay at such a place? To be honest, I basically have no other choice. Well, I do, not good ones. I could stay inside an old sewer. You choose which one you like best..
Another question in mind, what caused this? One word: Zombies.

I for one never seen one up close, yet. I only hear them. Whether they walk around my house, or just start to act obnoxious or “wake the dead” loud in the far distance. I ignore them, and carry out my stealthy hunt for supplies. I usually go to my closet, oddly enough the barely-not-burnt thing inside my hideaway. And check for my backpack, inside having whatever I need until next fill up. Mind you, I haven’t done this “Zombie Invasion” very long. Less than a week, I bet.

Although this time when I opened my closet, a dissimilar case came.. …show more content…
When I feasted my eyes upon my intruder, I became in no other definition than: shocked. A zombie, inside my closet, right here and now! I wanted to faint, yet not in terror. None the less, it nearly devoured all my stock! Thank heavens it didn’t wake up. (with it slumbering when I found it.) Remember when I said “wake the dead” loud? Yeah, try to refuse to do everything other than that. I honestly didn’t think they slept, let alone ate anything other than, you know, “brains.” As I thought about it, my stomach interrupted with a