GUYS I AM SO SORRY THAT I HAVE BEEN POSTING!! I have BEEN BUSY WRITING ALL THESE PAPERS FOR SCHOOL.
I have a way to apologize for tho!! one of my papers was to write a fanfiction of one of my favorite cartoon shows and write how I think they will survive a Zombie Apocolypse and I though why not post it on here as I'm sorry so....
Here you go please enjoy!! ( Even tho this is trash)
The clock next to my bed on the ground, chimes loudly. It was 7:30 in the morning. I looked at the calendar right next to it. It was October 15 in 2016. I still can't believe it has been 6 years when we were little kids and I was head-over-heels for garu. And literally, 5 days since the zombies came. I turn my head around, looking at the small place that I can call my room. It looks more like a prison cell, except for the fact I can leave whenever I feel like it. The mattress I lay on is a dull gray color, pushed all the way to the end of the wall opposite to the one with a door. The left and right wall, the ones at my side, are the same color as my mattress, the life drained out of them.
Now, the wall my bed is against is the risky one. This one is not even fully covered. It looked like someone had just slammed a wrecking ball straight through it
And then, as an afterthought tried to patch it back up with planks of wood. Of course, it didn't help much at all. There were still some verily large gaps between the pieces of wood. It wouldn't take a lot for them to come over and just snatch the wood off and grasp me in my sleep and turn me into a full sized meal.
The thought scared me to death. I scramble out of the bed in search of my water bottle, tripping of the blankets as I do, making a thud against the ground as I fall. My eyes go wide as what I just did full sinks in. I scoot all the way to the back of my room and wait. 1 minute goes by. 2. 3. Maybe I'm just overreacting.
I crawl over to my bed silently, still cautious and not taking any chances. I shuffle around my blankets, shaking them to try to save my water bottle for forever staying in the darkness. Like the others. My lime green bottle falls out of the blankets, make a 'clunk' sound as it hits the ground. I shakily let go of the blanket. That's 2 noises in a row. There is no possible way that they didn't hear it
They came so fast and I didn't have time to back. They ran straight into the wall, hands clawing through the many holes to try to get a bite to eat. One grabbed my hair, yanking me into the wall and closer to his mouth. I screamed loudly, kicking and waving my arms around like crazy, trying to get free.
A shot got fired, its sound echoing and bouncing off the wall so loud, I was sure I was deaf. Uncle dumpling rushed through the door, with Ho and linguini behind him, rifles in their hands. He pulled out a butcher knife and chopped off the hand that was holding my hand hostage. He kicked the zombie away and carefully peeled the handoff my hair. He pushed me out of the door, you could tell it was meant to be soft but it carried much more force than intended. I landed on my stomach, scrapping my elbow against the floor.
I push myself off the floor, sitting fully on my backside. I look down the hallways, surprised it was quiet. By this time, everyone would be up eating breakfast. The realization of it sins in. I'm supposed to be making breakfast, well should be making breakfast. Our compact of survivors had used the last of the food last time. Well isn't this a perfect way to start a morning. I push myself up, landing on my feet and jog to the bathroom, getting ready for the day.
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When I walk into the training room, all eyes turn on me, faces showing a different emotion. Ching, my best friend, had a bright smile on her face. Her hair tied up in a single ponytail. Her twin tails were getting in her way. The flower still planted prettily on her hair. Her clothes consisted of a short-sleeved purple shirt along with some navy blue pants and some army boots. Sadly, her chicken, won, wasn't able to make it with us. She doesn't seem so down about it but I know I the privacy of her own room, she still cries. I smile back, letting her know that she's not alone in this.
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