" Fire! " I screamed, pointing at a single zombie. My brother took the command, and blew the monster’s brains right onto the ground. " Let’s move! We need to get the survivors! " I yelled again. Eric, my older brother, ran to the front of the truck, and we were off. We just drove through the hordes. Bump. Bump. Bump. We simply ran over them. Easy as can be. I am starting a little late, though. I was starring at the telivision. Eric ( Who is 14 ) just sat and listened. " There have been reports of zombies, crowding the states of New York, Maine, And Ohio- " " OHIO!? " I screamed. " Oh shit… " Eric started. " We’re screwed. " He said. " Agh. Um… " I began, as I started to brainstorm. " The roof! " I said. " What about food? " Eric grumbled. " …Yeah… " I grunted. " We need to help. " Eric said. " Help what? " I questioned. " The survivors. Duhh. " He moaned. " Oh, well…Yeah… " I replied. " Okay, we need to get to the police station. " Eric said. " Why? " I questioned again. He scoffed. " Guns! " He said, in a louder voice. " Oh yeah. " I said. " But how do we get the- " " Truck. " He interupted. " What? " I asked. " THE TRUCK! " He pointed outside. " Oh " I said. One GENERIC TRAVEL MONTAGE later… Eric cocked the pistol back. He laughed. " Hey kid! Get off that! " A policeman yelled. " Why? I bet I have a better shot than you. " He pestered. " Hit that one in the head, then. " The cop pointed outside, to a zombie about 90 feet away. POP! It’s blood splattered onto the ground, it fell, then landed on its knees, then fell flat on the ground. " What again? " Eric said in a cocky, sarcastic tone.
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