its 5 in the morning and i'm tired at hell. so i though why not write a story. here you go. 5am story.

it was a dark day when the troops fell. the king had tried his best, but they were too weak. it was time to give up.

there were many funerakls the nexyt day. everyone was very sorry for the loss of so many good people. there was a lot of crying and everyone was very sad. rip, they said. you qwere muc hloved.

but thehn, at the stoke of midnight, there was a flash of lightning that struck the gravestones once, twices, three thimes. the zombies rose form there tombs. they growled and howlde in the moonlihgt. the villagers sat in their houses, terrified. then the zombies broke in and ate their brains out.

when the sun rose, there was nothing left of the   village. The raid had killed everyone. well. sort of. they were al lturned into zombies. the town became covered in vines and moss. nobody ever found the town ever again. the zombie twon still lives to this day. well maybe not lives. dies. idk.

the end

that was a glorious story ritten in the wee hours oof the morning. it took about ten minutes to rite. i hope you al lin joyed it. goodnight..