Out of all the movie monsters, zombies are the worst. They’re slow, rotten corpses that realistically can’t catch anybody unless the character is written like a dumbass. Don’t get me started on the concept of running zombies. How are zombies capable of running if their muscles are decaying flesh?
That’s what I used to think. Seeing a horde of real zombies in the flesh in front of me, how can I not be scared shitless?
I can’t stand to stare at these walking, rotting human beings or else I’ll go insane. As soon as I was about to sneak away, I saw something horrible.
It was my family.
Mom, dad, and Lauren are shambling along with the horde. Dad’s skin has gone completely gray and his eyes are pure white. Mom is missing her legs and her intestines are trailing behind her. And Laren, Lauren, is in worse shape than my parents. It’s so bad that I can’t even describe it.
Nausea overwhelms me, and I let out the contents of my stomach. This is not happening. This, and be real!
I have to get out of here! I got to get far away.
If I stay here, the zombies will slaughter me or I’ll go insane from watching them walk around with their guts hanging out. I ran away.
“Going somewhere?” I hear a sinister voice coming from behind me.
The evil presence stops me in my tracks. I can’t move! It’s as if my limbs belong to something else and won’t listen to my brain.
Suddenly, I floated in midair by some unseen force. It feels like I am a toy being picked up by a kid to be examined.
The mysterious force turns me around, and I am forced to face a nightmare.
Towering over the mindless zombies is a large zombie, decked out in medieval royalty robes that have seen better days, and a crown sits on his head between two ram horns. Yellow piercing eyes stare at me like it was staring into my very own soul.
“It’s very peculiar that a human was able to survive Terrene’s assault. You must have divine protection from some deity. Regardless of your circumstances, my Master wants an audience with you.”
I can’t do or say anything. I am completely paralyzed.
The talking zombie extended his left hand in front of him and spoke in a language I don’t understand.
Out of nowhere, a giant sword appeared right in front of me.
Funny, just a few hours ago, I doubted the existence of magic. Now I am going to die immediately when I am proven wrong. The talking zombie does not hesitate and moves the sword towards me. All I do is watch as the sword approaches my heart.
As death approaches me, I felt nothing but utter rage. I am angry that I am going to die in a lousy way.
I’m angry that I am weak to save my family.
And most of all, I am angry at myself for running away.
The sword pierces me directly in the heart, killing me instantly.