Home Alone by Narzane

Jack woke up not smelling fresh Bacon on the stove. He had slept in late today because he barfed yesterday after eating some bad tuna so his mom made him stay home from school. He got out of bed and walked to the Kitchen in his Pajamas. There was a note on the fridge. “I had to go into work early today and your father had to go on a business trip to California, Their has been some kind a Disease over there and his boss is making him check it out, don’t worry I will try to be home as soon as I can, don’t open the doors for anyone. Love mommy” Jack made himself a bowl of Cheerios and turned on the T.V.

IT was turned onto the news. Jack was about to turn the channel onto his usual cartoon channel when he saw a sight that almost made him barf again. It was without an arm and a hole in his chest covered in blood actually walking! He stared at the T.V in horror as he saw at least three dozen more just like the first one walking around. The news chopper tried to stay still as they kept the camera focused on them.

He then saw the police forming a barricade with their Cars and they started to shoot them. He couldn’t believe it but they still kept moving regardless of being shot, but then in the crowd he saw his dad, well what remained of his dad. His cheek was completely ripped off. Jack turned off the T.V and started to cry. He sat there crying with his bowl of cheerios still in his hands when he heard a noise. It was a low moan that sent shivers down his spine. He heard a “Bam” sound and he looked out the window at his neighbor’s house. He saw Mr. Bryant with a shotgun in his hand shooting something that looked like a person. Jack squinted and tried to see who Mr. Bryant was shooting at. He looked with an expression of terror on his face as he saw a woman covered in blood slowly stumbling towards His neighbor.

Jack sprinted to his bedroom and looked out the window to see dozens more of those things wandering around. Jack heard a Banging on the front door and then he heard it on his back door. He stared at his front door as it started to break off the hinges. He ran into his bathroom, locked the door, and hid in the tub. He tried to remain silent at he heard his front door burst open with the Back door doing the same. He sat there while they wandered through the house. He then heard banging on the door; He hoped his mom would be home soon.

Biography: I am a new writer from Michigan just starting to make ZS’s. I live alone. I hope to keep on making more of these and to keep on getting better and better at it!

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