"Dad? Can you get me a new gun?" I ask. "I don't know." he replies. we walk along the street until suddenly, BAM! A car slams into Dad. "Dad!" I shout, but it's no use. The car doesn't stop, let alone even turn. It smashes into an old aspen tree. Uhm . . . things start hording around me and my neighbors Lou the macaw, Bread the dog, Lilac the elf, and the human twins Tim and Tom. The things have pale drunken green skin that makes me want to throw up. Were these? No. There is no way they could be. But the skin, the gurgling, the hands perched in an 'I'm gonna get you' way screamed "ZOMBIE! ZOMBIE! ZZOOMMBBIIEE!!!!!" I always bring pistol with me for security. I shoot enough zombies (six to be exact) for a pathway to open. "Follow me." I mutter under my breath, unsure if the zombies have good hearing. The survivors and I race to my house. When we got there, I ended up partially regretting it, cause I saw the worst sight I have ever seen. Mom was a zombie.
inspired by the z-logs by @lavacat2020 all characters by me
