The Living, The Dead and my Cape.

Prologue

Just to say..... I'm The Peasant, yes hi there, this is my first book so, yeah I'm sorry for how bad it probably is.... Anyway... Back to the story, also I promise it gets better... Hopefully.

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Just keep running, Just keep running, Just keep running, Just keep running. Just like finding nemo... Apart from running not swimming. That would be awks if you try and swim on land.

Running as fast as my fat legs can carry me I sprint down the school hall, begging for my feet not to fail on me and looking at every step I take so I don't slip on the splatters of blood which covered the majority of floor, and trying to ignore the mass amount of black smoke which is starting to fill the air behind me down the hall.

Don't look behind you. Don't look behind you. Just run-
"Dammit..." I stop, my legs feel like they're on fire and I'm already out of breath, taking deep gulps of the air. 

"I shouldn't..... Have eaten.... That cake.." I gasp in between my words. "Pfft! What am I saying! It was so worth my life." It was delicious, I can't deny.. I mean come on, Nuttela coated  double chocolate-

Right then, My amazing memories of chocolate cake was rudely interrupted by a scream from the class room next to me, I took a step back, this day couldn't get any weirder and I was preparing for the worst to come out of that door.

The door was the typical school door, wooden with a one of those windows that you couldn't see through it cos it was wavy and stuff... Also the fresh blood splatter on it didn't help. I look at the door knob. Slowly reaching for it, hesitantly.

Don't be a hero! Flippin' run fat kid! Leave them to die, no one helped you in this school anyway.
The voice in my head made a point.

"Yeah! Your right!" I pull my hand away from the door knob and stood back.

"No one came to me-"
I was rudely interrupted, again, as a zombie dives head first crashing  through the doors wavy window and into the lockers on the opposite side of the hall.

"AGGGHHHHHHHHH HOLLY- MISS BROWN! YOU FLYING MOTHER CLUCKER!" I scream out at in a high squeaky voice which I had hoped would have never come back to me.

It layed there limp on the floor. I look down at her, her body was ripped apart, her organs splattered upon the floor, I'm not stupid, I know she's dead... But not dead dead. But she's dead dead.. Makes sense right?

I look at her feeling kinda sorry, she was the only teacher that cared for me, the only one who- oh my god. She's got my leg. THE THING HAS ME LEG! Reasonable thing to do?
I scream again.

"PLEASE LET GO!! PLEASE LET GO!!" I cried out. But she just drags herself forward opening her mouth to take a massive chunk of my fat delicious leg flesh.

Uhuh yeah... No. Not happening, Not today anyway. I got my other foot and kick her in the head repeatedly, to be more precise, I kicked her jaw to stop her from bitting me. I heard a satisfying crunch of the jaw becoming disconnected

then stamp it on her hand repeatedly until it snapped off.
Holly mother of god... I just did that. I just broke off a dead dead things arm. I quickly run away from it screaming...
"IM SORRY MISS BROWN!!" I don't even know, what's going on... I'm scared and not used to running for this long, my fat legs were made for siting my mouth was made for eating and my chubby hands were made to play games. I NEVER AGREED TO A FREAKIN' ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE.

HA! The exit door is right in front of me! Just down this hall and I'm home free! I can make it! Coming back to reality and I really don't understand how I didn't hear this in the first place. I heard growling and a thunderous roar of what sounded like fire. I quickly glance over my shoulder. God I wish I hadn't.

A blazing fire, hurdling my way and Miss Brown. Zombie form. Running full speed. At me. And she's on fire.

Nearly there!!! BAM! I shove the fire doors open and shut them behind me. Keeping the fire and zombie miss brown at a pause for a moment.

The first day of the zombie apocalypse...

The hatred towards Monday's has now gone up slightly.

Yay.

Let's just pause here so I can do a little introduce of myself.
*Nervously walks on stage to the mic.*

Hi, I'm Henry. How are you?

*a single cough from the audience echoes through the mostly empty seats*

Well.... I'm 14, I'm the loner in my school, and before you ask,
no I'm not hot, no I'm not a fit boy who doesn't like to socialise, no I'm not secretly a girl, and no I'm not a secret undercover agent sent from MIHigh to get information about someone.
I'm a fat kid that eats, And no I don't want to try and get fit, I'm absolutely  fabulously fat and you all are just jealous of my stomach rolls *hairflick*. But yes I do get bullied for it... Quite a lot, heh..

*audience remains silent*

Anyway

*cough cough, serious face*
And I, Henry Dipper Delkon, am a survivor of the zombie outbreak.

*old lady laughs from audience*

*pouts*
How do I explain this.... Okay well.. I guess this all started in school. And before you jump to conclusions, No. All this mess isn't because I mucked up in chemistry, like hell I would do anything in chemistry. But I guess I am a little bit part to blame for the fire on the zombies that are now rampaging the town.

What am I doing right now? I'm screaming running away from school which I may or may not have accidentally on purpose set on fire...

...I'll start at the beginning.