Not that bad

It was a usual night where everybody was doing their usual stuff. Mom and dad was still out with their friends. I was laying down on my bed, I picked up my phone and started looking through the news. "Zombie breakout video", etc. I let out a sigh, then my brother Zack came rushing into my room telling me about the zombie breakout. I told him it was a fake video that went viral as news. He's a believer in supernatural stuff. He then showed me this video. There's people running around with blood on them and biting others. I can't tell what they are really doing since the video was blur. "See, it's zombies. This place is not so far from here! Isn't this awesome?" My brother said. I looked at him with a confused look, " You do know nowadays people are good with acting and special FX right? It's all fake." That's where I was wrong.

Then I asked my brother to go to my room to sleep since it's quite late and I was feeling sleepy. I locked my door and went to sleep, note that I'm a heavy sleeper. I woke up at six o'clock, which was the usual time I wake up for school. I changed my clothes and was going downstairs when I was shocked. My family was in the living room, their faces showed worried expressions. My mom was sitting on the sofa with my brother. There were barricades like chairs and table on the door and windows. My dad is sitting in front of the barricade with a hatchet in a hand. I looked at my mom but my mom just gave me a keep quite hint, like one finger in front of the mouth.

I looked out the window, they were people standing outside. All covered in blood, just standing doing nothing. This is when everything goes wrong. My phone started ringing at the full volume. The people outside went crazed and started banging on the door and window. My brother ran to me and said, "I told you zombies were real, but these are attracted to sound like they are blind". My dad ask us to go hide, seeing the barricade failing. I just stood there still confused. My mother and brother went upstairs while I stood there numb. The door finally broke and one of them charged in, my dad gave it a swing and blood was splattered on the ceiling. That's when I started running.

I ran up stairs, ran into attic. Since I didn't think zombies could be that smart. My dad's scream was heard. It echoed in my head. Fear was getting to me. I hear multiples footsteps running up the stairs, doors breaking and my mom and brother screaming. I was the only one left, and terrified. Then I heard someone say "I know you are somewhere here... It's not that bad being one of us". I was shocked, I didn't know zombies could talk. I opened the attic door slightly and they were all covered in blood, " It'll just hurt for a while, and all the pain goes away". I can see one of the living dead woman talking, it's so human like.

It's been two days, I'm struggling without food and water. I am very exhausted and whispered under my breath and said " Maybe it's not that bad after all".