My Own Zombie Story

‘’NRAGHURGH’’ moans the bloody zombie, as it drags its half rotting organs across the nauseous floor, towards me. I’ve been hitting it with a chair the last few frightening moments, but this terrifying beast continues. He’s stinky, death never smells of flowers, and I bet the eye he’s missing is stalking me from a deep dark corner somewhere unknown, cursing that the slimy worm left in the gross hole in his decaying skull stole his place. His nuclear body makes things even more scary. Before when he was human, he was a victim of radioactivity. He got cancer, and his organs had begun to decay way before he died to become a zombie. It’s the radioactive apocalypse. The maggot infested body is inching closer. His face is gone, but it can still be frightening to watch him try to do an evil grin. Blood stains on his clothes. Blood stains on the walls. Old but fresh screams, sounds of horror flowing through this old building. Thousands of lives have been ended here. Mine will too if I don’t… Burn him! That’s what I will! Smush him to bits, get the car fuel, light the last three matches I have, burn him. I grab the gun and hit him over and over again, until the zombie is in three bloody bits on the floor. I poor the fuel all over him, and I can see he is in pain, wounds wouldn’t like fuel in them. Fire dances from my hand to the corpse. His arms flare in pain. Then he stops moving. All that is left is just the black burnt bones. Now let's get a move on before his friends come. Let’s survive!