An enemy bomb explodes in America, starting a disease. The soon-to-be pandemic spreads quickly and unstoppably. Although it only affected the few unfortunate people that just happened to be near the explosion, it gets transferred through bites. There's no cure. The effects of the sickness are atrocious. It's deadly, and once you catch it, there's no getting rid of it. Victims of the disease die, resurrect, and feast upon living human flesh. These creatures are otherwise known as... zombies. What happens when 14-year-old Aleena Johnson must go against all that's right to survive and protect all that she cares for?


3. Chapter 3


I almost peed myself when I realized what was on the other side of that door. My dog, Mojo, was scratching at the door, frantically trying to get in. 


“Dad! Let ‘em in!”, Tony, my 5-year-old little brother, screeched. Dad obediently opened the door and let him in. My stomach began growling, so I walked to the kitchen to make a sandwich. I searched through the cabinet and found bread, then I rummaged through the fridge, coming out with mayonnaise and turkey. 


“We need to start rationing our food if we want to make it, Aleena.”, my mother informed me. I ignored the comment and began eating my sandwich. 


“If you guys want to make it, you need to start learning self defense. Oh yeah, and you might want some weapons, too”, I replied to my mothers bossiness. I think I have all I need, honestly. I’ve got a stash of food under my bed in water-proof containers. And I have weapons in the bottom of my closet in another container. 


It was getting late so I decided to head of to bed. I brushed my teeth, braided my hair, and changed my clothes into pajamas. I walked to my room, turned the light off, then I slid under my covers. I sat in the dark for a while just thinking about the current situation. I’m not sure how, but I managed to fall asleep that night. 




I woke up with a start. I was awakened by a blood-curdling scream. I again grabbed my knife from underneath my pillow. The screams continued, only this time, they weren’t as  loud and direct. Then, I froze. It was coming from the kitchen. I rounded the corner leading to the kitchen and I saw mom being eaten alive by Mojo. Except it didn’t look like Mojo... It looked like an ugly, diseased creature. And then it hit me. Mojo must have been bitten by a zombie yesterday while he was outside, then we let him in, and then he must have turned into one overnight.


“Mom!”, I screamed. Her half-eaten, lifeless body just lay there, not responding. I screamed once more. This alerted Mojo, and he lunged for me. He knocked me to the floor, sitting on top of me. I could feel his hot, disgusting breath on my face. I closed my eyes, frantically trying to think of a way out of this. He reared back, ready to attack. This wasn’t Mojo, this was just his body replaced by a ruthless, killing creature. Just then, my dad entered the living room with a shotgun. Suddenly, I felt Mojo tumble off of me and to the floor, whimpering.


I felt the hot tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. One escaped down my cheek as I remembered mom. 


“She’s gone”, I whispered just as dad saw the horror film-like scene that had all unraveled in our very own kitchen.

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