Daniel Chow - Hale

Zombie

Whenever I had watched horror movies of serial killers or war movies that the people fight with swords. There is always so much blood and gore. I absolutely love it. Well Mark and I do. Alice, not so much. But this was different. My hands trembled, I now felt the pain in my arms from swinging the metal pipe over and over. It was like I just did one thousand push-ups. I couldn’t lift my arms. My body was covered in this person, blood, skin, an eyeball. There was a mirror in the gym room we were in. I looked at myself. I didn’t see the same kid looking back. The same kid with brown eyes, black messy hair, with a goofy smile, and a slim body. No this was a different person. I had never seen it before. The blood slowly dripped down my bare chest to my jeans. When I lifted my foot off the ground it was simply dripping of the blood that is now covering me. I looked to the corner where Alice was staring at me. Her clothing was ripped, her pointy nose was broken, and her long dirty hair had dirt, oil and now blood in it. Even though she looked different than when I first met her. I looked down at the corpse that was once a classmate. I knew then at that moment. The world is not going to be the same anymore.