The Attack

Not your average Zombie Story

all that matter where my kids, they had to be safe, I left them in their bedrooms as I bored up the in tire house, all lights went off only flashlights and candles, no one was getting in and we needed to get out I'd break the door down but right now we where safe. My children quiet as mice hid beneath the stairs, I told them not to make a peep and even put my baby daughter to sleep with a few sleeping pills. There I stood though, on the verge of a no sleep zone of almost twenty three hours, my eyes where heavy and my vision was blurred. Sitting upon my stairs I rested my eyes for just a minuet... ZZZZzzz.

' Scrape, Click, Scrach. scrape, click, scratch, scrap click scr- THUNK! ' Ryan came awY with a star, disorientated and turned around his eyes went to the front door, nothing was there.

'Scrape, click scratch' something was moving, what was that sound, sprinting through the house a little clumbsy he searched every window and door every open space anything and everything but their was nothing no where in the house yet the noises kept on going. Suddenly a shrill scream split the air, it was his baby daughter he knew it, scrambling the the front he saw his son laying on the ground his teeth ripped into the baby, the front door swung wide open. The nails wherent even damaged. Ryan watched in horror as his son ripped apart the baby and used the bones for different tools. Raising his hand, he

Offer his gun and aimed it as his little boy. Shaking, time slowed down, his stomach twisted his eyes waters, vision blurred. Ryan had his finger on the trigger when he heard the groan from behind, turning around it was tom late as several tens of zombies attacked stronger then before meaner then before and even more blood thirsty.

Author's Note

This was a short piece for a contest