"And then.. the guy dissapeared the same day as the crash. There was only this note left behind: no escape." "Dude, ya think that's a scary story? I'll tell you a good one.. So one day.. it was really foggy..." I was getting tired of these people's "terrifying stories". They were so bad. None of them made any sense, were scary, spooky or creepy at least, and it was tiring and boring. "AND SO... A GUY NAMED SCARYHACKERMAN666YOUWILLDIE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE, RAISED HIS GIANT CLAW-" "Hey!" "Who's that guy?" "Is he on - fire?!" Sure enough, some person had came outta nowhere with a glitched, distorted TV head, and it was on scarlet fire. "shoulnt be campin aRound heRe, youll be shuRe to die." "What?" "havnt u heaRd? the infecshon? betteR get to a bunkR, u usless pepol. sRsly, am i th onle smaRt 1?" Smart? Your grammar is horrible. Better correct it if you wanna be smart, I thought. "well? waht R u waitin 4? c'mon, we must get to a bunkR." Gathered around the campfire in the woods, no one knew what was about to happen.
The guy disconnected. I went into the woods to take a shower in the bathroom cabin. I entered, but the water felt like sand. It got in my mouth, and a minute later I was running back to camp, choking. I coughed up... sand? What?
"GUYS!!!!! THERE ISN'T WATER!!!!! IT'S SAND!!!!!!" But no one was there but the shadow of some sort of creature that looked like it was made out of black needles.
Suddenly, lightning struck the tents and they set on fire. I ran into the woods, followed by burning trees. I dived into the lake, as the burning treehouse us campers made fell towards the lake. I braced for impact. Silence. Holding my breath underwater, I saw the shadow of the treehouse hitting the water. It turned into a silhouette.
"If only..."
Black.
Black..
Black...
I woke up in a small tool shed with a survivor. "What... happened....?" "NO TIME TO EXPLAIN." The person said intensely, securing the tool shed with what I thought was a thousand locks. She calmed down. "Listen. Zombies are invading. A big number of us are scattered throughout the woods, and some are... let's just say, gone."
"They've been turned into zombies... some of us, and not those lame, green movie zombies either. They don't moan, groan, anything like that. They look exactly the same as normal people... except they aren't."
"Their heads twitch, their legs seem to move separately from their body, and their eyes glow yellow."
Just then, a hand burst through the door. "RUN!!!!!!!!!" We ran through the woods, and I felt as if intense music was playing. It was. " What?" A mixture of fear and confusion flooded me.
We ran through the woods under the nighttime sky. There was a tree with a survivor on top. He waved at us, and we stopped. "DON'T WORRY!" I yelled. "WE'LL GET YOU DOWN FROM THERE!"
But we couldn't. Zombies reached the tree, and started chopping it down with an axe. The tree fell and hit the ground. The person stayed there, on the ground, still. I couldn't believe it. But Anne (the girl's name), told me to keep on running, because the person would turn into a zombie soon. We ran and ran and ran but soon were surrounded by zombies. All the other survivors have to be dead by now, I thought. But just in time,
the sun came up. The zombies started burning, but one of them got to the shade of a tree.
After a couple hours, a truck passed by and we secretly got on it. We were all safe...
Right?
At night the next day, no one was there...
But the zombie in the shade of the tree, who g o t u p.