The neighbours were a elderly The neighbors were an elderly couple. I had known them since I was five and I had always thought of them as second grandparents. Tristan and Sara were so sweet and kind. I never thought I would see Tristan swinging a chainsaw at Sara. She looked like a wild dog had gotten to her. Her clothing was ripped to shreds, her skin cut as badly as her clothing. She was sobbing and sitting on the floor, it would've seemed normal if it weren't for the fact that she was gnawing on her own flesh. Tristan was a crying mess as well but for other reasons. He yelled at her but she just kept on eating. Then I watched the old man run the blades through his wife's head. He fell to the ground and wailed. I turned to my girlfriend who held me close. Then I ran to the bathroom, the scene made me sick.

Once my stomach had calmed down, I stumbled out of the bathroom and fell face first onto the bed. Oh how I wished this was just a dream. I wished I would wake up in the morning and everything would be normal. No flesh eating zombies, just normal humans.

I woke the next morning to the sound of knocking on the front door. Everyone else crowded around the door, waiting for me to open it. I grabbed my grandfather’s hunting rifle that I kept in the master bedroom for safety and made my way to the door.

•knock knock•

"Who's there?"

•knock knock knock•

"I said who's there? I won't open the door until I get a-"

I got cut off as the sound of the door being hit hard. I jumped and squeaked in result. It happened two more times before I tore the door open. A girl about our age stood before me, she reeked of dried blood and rotting meat. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, reaching out to me and in a moment of what could have been fear or pure adrenaline; I pushed her down and held the gun to her chest. She squirmed and moaned at me.

"If you can speak, speak now or be blown to bits." I barked at the girl, making sure the gun sat right on top of her heart. She looked up at me and coughed, choking on what looked like murky lake water. "Sorry Hun."

I had to look away as I shot her. I heard her moan but it didn't stop. She had a bullet in her heart but she kept on living. I cried out in fear as Levi came up and took the gun away.

"The head."

I looked at him with complete confusion, "What about the head!?"

"They don't die unless you get their head. Watch." He then shot the twitching girl in the head and she instantly fell limp.

I slowly made my way back into the house. I had just waked up moments earlier but I was already exhausted. "I refuse to leave this house until this so called 'zombie' outbreak is solved."

Perry chuckled, “You have to be kidding me." He said sighing.

"What?" I snapped back.

"You actually believe this zombie shit? I mean, come on. There are no such things as zombies."

Everyone looked away when he said that. After what had happened in the last 24 hours, we weren't so sure anymore.

"You have got to be shitting me... Have you all gone crazy?"

In less than a second, Jordan had taken ahold of the front of Perry's shirt. It worked well because she was a few inches taller than him.

"You wanna say that again? I think the zombies would love some brunch."

He mumbled an apology and Jordan let go. "Well looks like we will be here for a while. There is a general store in town, right Theresa?" I nodded and she continued. "Jake, You will come with Theresa and I. Levi, Perry and Petra, try to clean up a bit. Do not let anyone in. If we don't come back by sunset and you don't hear from us. Stay safe."

Petra stuttered but then regained her speech. "W-why do we have to stay? I don't want to be eaten..." She trailed off afterwards and Levi held her close, wiping her tears away.

"Don't worry about it. Perry and I will protect you. No zombies will get past us." Levi said, dropping the gun on the floor.

Petra chuckled, "I feel so safe."

And with that, I grabbed my keys and the three of us left.