Don't Let Them Get You.

We get Attacked by Scavengers

Three days passed of us all just sitting around, looking out the windows and watching DVD's. The only walkers we saw were unaware that 7 fleshy humans were inside of the house, and they kept on walking down the road towards the noises of the city.

The man with the nub arm, Patrick, was beginning to revive. He sat up and watched movies with us from time to time. One the third day of doing nothing and no action happening, he found his voice and spoke up.

"Is this the end of the world?" He stared at me and Gage, who were the only ones in the living room.

I held my breath, and Gage answered him, "Sure as hell seems like it."

"Is it a virus? A disease? How did it start?" Patrick asked.

"We don't know. I woke up and everyone was bleeding and eating eachother."

Patrick looked down at his arm, and touched where it cut off below the elbow. He cringed and then looked out the window.

"My whole family is dead." He almost whispered.

"Mine too." Gage replied.

I stayed silent. Patrick layed down and after a few minutes of not talking, he was lightly snoring.

Gage looked at me. "Wanna go to your room?" He whispered.

I nodded and stood up, and together we walked up to my room.

We both flopped down onto my bed. Zombie apocolypse's can really bring people close together.

As I opened  my mouth to speak, a round of bullets could be heard hitting the side of the house. We both quickly sat up and ran to the hall. We were joined by everyone else who was upstairs.

"Was that.. Patrick?" Marley stammered.

Patrick appeared at the bottom of the stairs, as the front door began shaking.

"Shit." Ripley bolted down the stairs and ran to the front door. He pressed his face against the wood and looked out the peep hole.

"There's a group of people. They're armed.. Where are our.."

"They're outside." I ran downstairs and hurried to the back door, hoping the intruders hadn't been back there yet. Our guns were all still on the back porch, but the people were jogging towards me.

I piled all the guns into their bag, as bullets flew above my head and hit the pillars of the porch. I darted back inside as 5 people reached the stairs and shot at me. I slammed the door shut behind me and ran to Ripley, shoving the gun bag into his arms.

"They're insane! I almost died!" I screamed, as the doorknob rattled and turned on the front and back doors.

Gage grabbed a gun from the bag and cocked it. Ripley did the same, and they backed up in the hallway, back to back, a gun pointing at both entrances.

The doors burst open and bullets flew through the air. I jumped to the ground and covered my head with my hands as bullet shells clanked to the ground and smoke filled the air.

When the firing ended, I saw a few people running out of the door, escaping with bags of bread and eggs.

"God damn it!" My dad yelled. Ripley locked the front door and bolted it, watching out the peep hole as the people ran away.

Gage set the gun back into the bag and pulled me up off of the ground.

I had only now noticed the throbbing in my forearm, and the blood splatting onto the ground.

"Oh.." I looked at the small, bloody hole the was in my arm. And that's the last thing I could remember until I woke up with a stitched arm that was being bandaged by Gage.