Professor Mason dribbled battery acid into a test tube. "Done!" he said, stirring the liquid. He poured the poison into the mouth of a corpse. Its clothes started to rip and the smell of rotten eggs spread around the room. The body’s stomach ripped open and its guts fell out. Its eyes turned red and its teeth yellowed. Blood came out from beneath its toenails. Black liquid dripped from its nose. Its skin peeled off in rectangular pieces. Its arms grew and its fingernails popped off. Its muscles looked like they were going to explode. The creature choked Professor Mason and punched him hard in the stomach.
Ellis woke up in a store and didn’t know how he got there. Cracks zig-zagged across the walls. Shoes lay in jumbled piles. He pushed objects and shelves out of his way and exited out the door. No one was outside. He walked down the street. Wrecked houses lined the sidewalks. He heard footsteps from far away. He looked back; shadows rushed toward him and screams followed. He ran as fast as he could, and at the end of the street, he met a soldier. He had a cigarette in his mouth and was dressed in dirty cammies. A two-barrel shotgun was strapped to his back and a dark green beret sat on his head. The soldier yelled, "Get behind me!" He threw a grenade at the shadows. Arms blew into the air and legs scattered across the street. A piece of skin landed on Ellis’ shoulder.
"This is not where to talk,” the soldier said. “Come to my cabin. It's safer. By the way, I’m Jack."
Ellis followed the soldier on foot. They headed down Anza and turned on Geary. All Ellis could see was destruction. There were cars with broken windows. Traffic lights flashed and marine jeeps burned. Jack's cabin was like an old campground shelter with white flowers planted in the backyard. The place was painted dark brown, and the smell of coffee lingered in the air as they approached.
"What's your name?" the soldier said.
"I don't remember anything…." Ellis shook his shoulders and answered awkwardly.
"Well here, take this Desert Eagle. I don't have it loaded. You’ll have to find ammo as you go."
Ellis looked around. It was dead quiet and dark. There was a sofa next to the TV. The soldier said, "I'll call you Kevin, okay? I can't just call you an unknown guy. My name is Jack. Now get some sleep."
The next morning, Jack and Ellis ate some leftover onion rings. A radio turned itself on. If you survived the zombie apocalypse, please come to our base located in City Hall. We got food and weapons.
“Should we go?" Ellis said.
"Well," Jack said. "We got nothing to lose! I know where to find a car but it might be too risky…"
They grabbed their guns and tiptoed outside. Jack whispered, “See that parking lot? When you see zombies coming, just yell my name ok?”
Jack crept to the parking lot and approached a white SUV at the corner of the lot. It had minor scratch marks and strips of flesh lying across the hood, but he didn't mind. Shadows moved across the cement. “Jack!”
Zombies limped from behind a tall building and some of them crawled. Some were missing legs, blood dripped slowly and dried as they hauled their torsos behind them. Jack hotwired the car and drove out of the lot. Ellis jumped in and they sped away. Ellis noticed there was a big black sports bag in the back of the car. He leaned over and opened the bag. His eyes shined with amazement.
"Whatcha' got there?" Jack asked.
"What does it look like? It's a bag full of bullets!" Ellis replied, loading his gun and shoving magazines into his pockets.
They arrived at City Hall and drove into the basement level garage. They grabbed their guns and got out of the car. Zombies came from everywhere: from under cars and up from the sewer. Jack pulled out the shotgun slung over his back and Ellis slid his Desert Eagle from his pocket. Bullet holes flickered across the walls. A group of soldiers guarding the door shot at the zombies. Jack and Ellis hustled up the stairs and closed the door.
The next morning Jack, Ellis and all the others at the base took their guns and went into the mini-café on the second floor. Toothpicks and straws lay on the floor. Ellis took a mug from the kitchen and poured hot chocolate mix into his cup. He looked inside as the marshmallows swirled, making him sleepy. Suddenly, screaming came from outside. Fists burst through the windows. Bodies ripped in half and heads separated from torsos. Red and green blood pooled on the cold, white floor.
About the Author
Oh hi! My name is Anh and I'm ten years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom and sister. I like to sit on my couch and pwn people in Call of Duty: Black Ops! I'm also very good at art and doodling. My future will be awesome because I will become an artist. I'm different from other kids because I rarely go outside and I don't climb monkey bars. If I had one wish, I would wish for my school to burn down so I could stay home all day sleeping and watching Spongebob! Just Kidding! What I really wish is that my dad would live with me and my mom and sister because right now he lives in Vietnam. The Other Day is my first published book.
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