Pleaseread this, I started writing this about 45minutes ago, following a dream I had, so what do you think, creative critismisn, complements, all is welcome, thanks. Xo.
The Shape shifting Zombies…
Jimmy, Ally, Mikey, Flo, and Me.
Bang. ‘’Mikey you got it, dude’’ yelled Jimmy, as the stone slung from the catapult, caved in the head of the lone meerkat. ‘’We’re eating dinner tonight!’’ Jimmy told the others, as Mikey went to collect the carcass that was now set to be their dinner.
It was 2021, a virus had spread, a virus of which, meant that anyone who had died in the previous six months, would be brought back to life, purely to turn any other living, into the same as them, with a quick and simple scratch into either their neck, or one to their tender forearms, a hideous disease which had already taken the lives of another 4 of their comrades, would slowly and agonisingly takeover their bodies, spreading throughout their veins… the difficulty they’d all suffered over the past two years, and their friends would never, ever, be forgotten.
The government it seemed was corrupt, denying every detail of what was happening, but how much longer could they continue to do it? Facts are facts, and sooner rather than later they’d have to face up to the fact it was happening, and regardless of what they did, it for progressing, evolving…
‘’Ally snap out of it’’ said Flo quietly, Ally apologised teary-eyed. ‘’It’ll be okay’’ I told them, I didn’t know if it would be, but what else could I say? I decided to go over to Mikey and Jimmy, trying to light a fire to cook the meerkat, but we were in the desert, where night means night, it got cold there at night, very cold, and if we didn’t light that fire soon, not only would we have no meal, we’d have nothing, also we couldn’t see a dust storm coming, and we needed our fore warning for those… I think I’ve forgot to mention a few things, firstly, these ‘’living dead’’ were also shape shifters, which had ended badly on three different occasions, but all, when the living dead had taken the forms of one of us, and this is how all of our friends had come to their ends. Secondly, a crowd of the living dead, has a tendency to form, following major dust storm.
As I day dreamed, which felt more like a nightmare, as I felt the chilly breeze, which brought me to, followed by a screams, Flo and Ally had seen something, we had to get out of here, we didn’t know where we’d go, we just knew we had to, as we grabbed our forever packed backpacks, we ran, Jimmy with the meerkat in his arms, it was no use leaving the meerkat for them, they’d walk straight past it, they could only smell fear, worry, nervous-ness, which for our clan was pretty unfortunate, you see we were fearful, scared, petrified even, what were we going to do? How much longer would we be on the run? 2months, years, decades, forever even?
