My Zombie Apocalypse - Essay

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My Zombie Apocalypse-
Written from the view of me in a zombie attack
Back of book-
When you wake up in the morning you expect it to be sunny and happy and normal like always. But it wasn't like that for me not today, not this morning. It was dark darker than i had ever seen it. It was like the sun had gone out. Usually if you get up early enough you can see normal people running, trying to get in shape. But what was running past my house was not normal, not even close to normal. You watch movies about zombies thinking how funny and stupid they are and thinking that it would be so cool to have a zombie apocalypse happen that there would be no school, nothing to do. But let me tell you from experience, it is not as cool as it sounds.
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Then as it reached the window of my front door, it pressed its face against the glass while its breath fogged up the window. It backed away then took a running leap and crashed through the window. At that exact moment I closed my eyes my life flashing before my eyes, and then the world went black.

Chapter 2-
I could smell smoke, but where was it coming from? Had mom burnt the toast again? I smiled and was about to get up and laugh at how my mother couldn't cook anything I froze halfway in my smile. It all came back to me the fog the scream and that thing whatever it was. I jumped up as quick as if someone had shocked me. I swayed and fell and I was about to hit the ground when a strong pair of hands caught me. A deep grumble like voice whispered in my ear, "Hey I gotcha." I recoiled automatically from the strange voice and the hands that gripped me. I stumbled away and turned around to look at this stranger. I felt my eyes pop out and my jaw drop like a fish out of water gasping for air. He smirked at me as if he usually got that kind of reaction at first sight. He was hot! He had dark black/blue hair that swayed to one side and curled up in the end. It was wavy and went down to the collar of his shirt. Then I looked at his eyes, oh how beautiful his eyes were, a rich green that was bright as grass in the summertime and peaceful as the trees that filtered sunlight through them. Stubble covered his face as if he hadn't shaved for a week. His teeth

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