PLEASE READ THIS…
by Ethan Davison
You’re probably crouched up in a corner, not daring to go outside because there are zombies at every turn… and it’s all my fault.
Let me explain.
My name is Mr. Smith, science teacher at Kippax North Acadamy. As well as teaching, I’m an inventor and spend hours in the basement of our school.
It all started with a movie. One movie. My son wanted to watch a scary film for film night, so I found one. I’ve got to be honest, it was pretty scary. It was about a farmer that died and turned into a zombie. It had blood gushing from its mouth and… and… Well, I really don’t want to say much more about it.
Just before my son went to bed, he said to me, “Wouldn’t it be cool if zombies were real!”
That’s when I thought, why don’t I make one? A creature of the undead…
I know what you’re thinking: why make a dirty, flesh-eating zombie? Well, as a kid, I always had a fascination with zombies and that movie brought all those fantasies back. I’d make it a zombie butler.
That same night, I snuck out of home, leaving my wife and child sleeping. Unbeknown to me, my dog Digby followed me to my lab – in the school basement. I was up all night, making the machine that would change my life forever.
The next morning, just before lessons started, I asked my son if he wanted to see the completed machine and disaster struck. I don’t really know what happened, but what I do know is that out of the contraption came Digby the dog, but with a major difference: he was a zombie dog!
Digby pounced on my son, knocking him to the ground, and then bolted for the door. I chased after him to stop him escaping, but it was too late. Digby ran out of the door, barking and growling loudly. He was heading for the classrooms. As the dog entered the corridors, I ran to my desk phone and called the Headmaster to warn him.
“Now this is going to sound crazy, but there is a zombie dog loose in the school,” I stammered.
“Don’t be silly,” said the Head; “there’s no such thing as a zom…”
I heard a low groan.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.
Quick as lightning, I ran into the school and found that the Headmaster wasn’t the only one who had been bitten: half the school had. It was a horrible sight. Students running from their friends (well, the zombie that was trying to attack them). The only good way to describe it was hell.
I turned around to run out the door, but something was in my way. A zombie! I just did the first thing that came into my head: I punched him. Now, trust me, he didn’t thank me for that. Before I had chance to do anything else, the beast grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the ground. I could see it getting ready to attack but it didn’t have time; I was already slipping under his stale breath and speeding down the corridor.
Unfortunately, the nightmare wasn’t over. I turned a second corner and stumbled upon the worst sight I have ever seen. Three zombies were hunched over a body, their necks craning forwards as they gorged on flesh.
I turned back to run again, when I saw the silhouette of something else. A zombie. I was certain. You could tell by the way it moved. Only…
“What’s going on Dad?”
“Don’t worry son,” I said, with a trembling hand pressed over my lips, muffling the sound. “Everything will be O.K.”
My son was clutching his arm, blood streaming from a bite. A dog bite. A zombie dog bite!
I slowly backed away as my son’s eyes clouded over. Before I knew it, my son, my world, was no longer human, he was one of them.
With a gasp, I barged through the three monsters in my way and into a classroom, as a pain shot through my hand. Then I realized something, something horrible. There, on my wrist was a bite mark and it was swelling up. I was speechless, my heart was pounding out of my chest. I could feel a horrible chill oozing down my arm and I felt it… death.
Now save yourself… because… I’m standing right behind you!