The person looming in the pale hallway light was slightly odd. It appeared to be missing its head.
I did the only logical thing to do in a case like this: I screamed like a schoolgirl and tried to wake up.
It didn’t work. This meant two things: A) I’d been awake all along, and B) The laws of nature had just been horribly and grotesquely broken.
I ran and hid amongst the covers in my locked room.
Cowering worked for nearly two hours, but unfortunately I hadn’t turned off my alarm clock.
The video game people always managed to find one…
And then I wondered what I would tell my boss. “I’m being besieged by zombies” wasn’t exactly the best or even the most original of excuses.
Then I noticed the stench.
And I stormed into my room and grabbed the phone. I called 911.
“911, what is your emergency?” came the cheery voice of someone who listened to people’s emergencies all day.
Then my gaze fell on the flyer I had found last week on my door.
Eventually, the fear of zombies breaking in overcame the fear that they would find me afterward
Zombies, it read, are dead. Therefore anti-oxidants cause irreparable damage to their necromantic fields. Green tea, pomegranate juice, grape juice, most berries, and many spices can destroy zombies.
I left the computer and grabbed all the grape juice I had out of the refrigerator.
The bottle hit one of the zombies with a sickening crunch, and it fell back and exploded in a cloud of noxious juices. The grape juice burst from its plastic bonds and splattered all over the zombies and the carpet.
Together, the zombies grabbed me in their strangely soft and sticky, yet obscenely disgusting claws and started dragging me toward the door.
As I regained my sense of smell, I realized that there weren’t any zombies about. Instead, there was a large group of people, walking around and glancing fearfully at everything that moved.
walking around and glancing fearfully at everything that moved.
Something moved near me.
I noticed that her hair was supposed to be carefully kept in some sort of cinnamon bun shape, but had come undone and had several strands floating at odd angles from her head.
At that moment, however, a loud noise startled me.
A computerized Stephen Hawking voice began to speak.
“For the past century,” it said, “mankind has been trying to stomp out prejudices of race, religion, gender, and other such identifying factors. They have eliminated the vast majority of hatred and bigotry slowly and steadily. But even today, groups are persecuted, hunted down, and killed for no reason other than simple dietary preference. It is a crime.”
“And this is a wrong that must be righted. As your Martin Luther King Junior said, ‘The time is always right to do what’s right.’ And that time is now.”
The screen changed again, this time showing a odd looking laboratory-type setting
but reeled back as the scent of advancing zombies infested my nose
Her face flickered and vanished
I halted my running.
Pippiedooda wrote:The person looming in the pale hallway light was slightly odd. It appeared to be missing its head.
As you already say 'the person' I would change 'It appeared' to they appeared and 'missing its head' to they're head.
I'm not too sure about the ending... It seems a bit off, somehow.
blackpencil wrote:Good job! Except one part were the Zombie Watch Committee guy answers the phone saying "Brains?" Wouldn't one be a bit suspicious? Strange way to awnser the phone i think