I’m in fourth grade. We’re in the gym at my grade school. It’s Saturday. This is the first time I have ever been here on a Saturday. It’s kind of neat to have the school to myself. Well, except for Mommy and Daddy.
I’m playing with a kickball. It is neat how it floats on the water covering the floor. The sprinklers were going when we got here. There’s water over my ankles and covering my shoes. The sprinklers slowed down. They’re just kind of dripping now. We’re all soaked.
It’s so loud here. The fire alarm is ringing like it does during the drills. It doesn’t stop. Daddy and Mommy are yelling so they can hear each other. I don’t know what they are talking about but it must be important. They are waving their arms and shaking their fists while they yell.
Mommy is crying. It’s hard to tell because we’re all wet, but I know she is. Whatever they are talking about is making Mommy sad. Daddy is pointing at the thing on the floor. It came in here right after us, before Daddy locked all the doors. It looks like a person. Daddy said it’s not. He called it a zombie.
It came in and grabbed me. Daddy tackled it and tried to get it off me. I was scared. Mommy helped him and they pulled hard. They got it away from me. It came back toward us. Daddy pointed his gun at its head and there was a big noise and it fell over and it didn’t get back up and there was a lot of icky black goop coming from its head and I don’t like looking at it.
There was some red stuff coming from its mouth too. That was from me. It bit me on my hand and it really hurt. Mommy tried to wash the cut out but it still stings and itches. Now it itches up my arm and my head feels funny. At least they let me play even though I have a cut. Mommy usually would fuss a lot if I get a cut.
I don’t feel like playing any more, though. Now I’m so hungry. It feels like I haven’t had anything to eat in forever! Mommy and Daddy are on the bleachers. I feel like they must have food. I’m going to get it. I must be really hungry. I’m so hungry I can’t walk right. It feels like I am dragging my feet.
Daddy and Mommy are looking at me now. They don’t want me to eat. I know it! But I will get the food. I know they have it. They’re hiding it inside them. They can’t fool me! I will get it. I have to get it.
Daddy is pointing his gun at me. I hope it doesn’t make the big noise before I can get something to eat.
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