Personal Narrative: The Zombie Apocalypse
Zombies, walkers. The dead. Whatever you call them. They're everywhere. No joke.
I guess you could say it's the Zombie Apocalypse. It started out normal. I came home from school and made some food, I heard a knock at my door, I thought to myself, Okay, answer the door. I asked myself why I was so scared, Am I socially awkward? Nah. I answer the door. No one is there. Why am I so worried? I don't even know. I shut the door. I walked upstairs and turned on the TV.
*BREAKING NEWS*
I wasn't normally "into" watching the news. It's kind of depressing. Rarely positive. But I stayed, it seemed "important". The Zombie Apocalypse is happening, find a shelter, food, and a trusted adult. Bullshit. I turned off the TV. I'll have to tell that one to my mom when she gets home from work. I stayed on my phone for like an hour & then decided to do something productive like, shower. Is that productive? Doesn't matter. Well, an hour an a half later I got out. That was a long shower, but it was so warm. I got dressed and then laid in bed and turned on the TV again, The Zombie Apocalypse, why the hell is this even a thing?
I bet it's all fake, or just a prank. People shouldn't be gullible enough to believe it, if they are, why? I stay sitting there watching the news broadcast. It …show more content…
Atleast 50, What do I even do? At this point I feel totally visible to them. Do I hide? Do I leave? Some many decisions, but yet I have no clue. Did one see me? Are they coming? What if I get bit? Is my family okay? Stop. Just stop. I was thinking of the worst. Luckily, I was a hunter, I knew how to shoot a gun and cross bow. They were in the garage. Outside. With all those dead creatures. I check the basement, and find a baseball bat, That will do I guess. But I know for a fact I can not take out all 50+ of those zombies by myself. There is no way. I checked the front of my house, still no walkers, I said screw it to the whole I go get my guns and kill 50, or more,
I guess you could say it's the Zombie Apocalypse. It started out normal. I came home from school and made some food, I heard a knock at my door, I thought to myself, Okay, answer the door. I asked myself why I was so scared, Am I socially awkward? Nah. I answer the door. No one is there. Why am I so worried? I don't even know. I shut the door. I walked upstairs and turned on the TV.
*BREAKING NEWS*
I wasn't normally "into" watching the news. It's kind of depressing. Rarely positive. But I stayed, it seemed "important". The Zombie Apocalypse is happening, find a shelter, food, and a trusted adult. Bullshit. I turned off the TV. I'll have to tell that one to my mom when she gets home from work. I stayed on my phone for like an hour & then decided to do something productive like, shower. Is that productive? Doesn't matter. Well, an hour an a half later I got out. That was a long shower, but it was so warm. I got dressed and then laid in bed and turned on the TV again, The Zombie Apocalypse, why the hell is this even a thing?
I bet it's all fake, or just a prank. People shouldn't be gullible enough to believe it, if they are, why? I stay sitting there watching the news broadcast. It …show more content…
Atleast 50, What do I even do? At this point I feel totally visible to them. Do I hide? Do I leave? Some many decisions, but yet I have no clue. Did one see me? Are they coming? What if I get bit? Is my family okay? Stop. Just stop. I was thinking of the worst. Luckily, I was a hunter, I knew how to shoot a gun and cross bow. They were in the garage. Outside. With all those dead creatures. I check the basement, and find a baseball bat, That will do I guess. But I know for a fact I can not take out all 50+ of those zombies by myself. There is no way. I checked the front of my house, still no walkers, I said screw it to the whole I go get my guns and kill 50, or more,