Day 1: Introduction to Madness
It was a relatively cloudy day, and on any normal day, Mark was at home, watching T.V. in his quiet house in the suburbs. He heard his mother scream, but he simply assumed his father was playing some kind of joke, as he would do that on such an occasion. But only seconds later, she called them both. When he and his father arrived, Mark's mother said in a quizical voice," W-what do you m-make of this?" Shaking, she opened the door. Standing before them was a man in a jumpsuit, his face expressionless and his skin greyed. Mark shut the door quickly, and he asked his mom," Did he bite you?" "No, but he tried. Why?" Mark grabbed the doorside table as he responded," If it's what I think it is, we need to block off al the doors and windows. And we need to arm ourselves."
Soon the Andersons were blocking off their home to the outside world, and Mark explained that this could be the beginnings of an undead assault. He'd seen enough stuff on the internet to know what a Zombie looks and acts like. Hopefully, this is something they could wait out of...
Day 2:
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Day 3: Beginning of the End
The days past had worn horribly on Mark and his family, and their supplies were running out. His parents passed the hours babbling on about what to do, and Mark would occasionally check to make sure the house was secure, but that's when it happened. As he was inspecting one of the windows, more zombies than Mark had ever seen started crowding that spot outside. A few hands broke through, and soon other barricades were breaking as well. He got back with his parents and used what weapons they had to beat back the ghouls. However, they were tired and weary from barricading on the first two days, and soon his parents collapsed. Mark tried helping them up, but the zombies were too quick. Crying his eyes out, Mark hurriedly rushed up the stairs.
Without second thought, only that of escaping this horror, Mark jumped out the second story window. Luckilly, he landed on his feet, without breaking any bones. Crying and bawling, he rushed down to the forest. Whenever he was troubled, he would go to the lake, as calm and serene as it was. Flying from tree to tree through the woods, Mark finally reached the lake. He kicked a few zombies out of the way, but stopped to beat them to a pulp. He'd never hated any creature as much as this. Rushing to the lakehouse, Mark realized something else. He'd never feared a creature that much either. As Mark blocked the door off, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Chasing it through the building, it soon dissapeared, but then he heard something. A voice chimed up in his head, and it nearly yelled at him," Don't let this get to you, boy!" And he yelled back," Who the hell are you! Who do you think you are!" "Who do you think I am?" "A FIGMENT OF MY DELUSIONAL RAGE!" "Yes and no. I am as real as you think I am, but understand... I can help you through this..." Mark broke down. Now he was going insane, there were voices in his head! But, he understood that priority one was to suvive, no matter how he took it...
((YAY TO CORNY ENDINGS!!!))
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