As I left the garage, I spotted an abandoned dirt bike in the corner of my eye, down a dark, empty alleyway.
Luck was on my side; my brother Tony had taught me how to ride dirt bike years ago.
As I crept down the alleyway, my legs started to tremble, my pulse began to race. As I slid the knife out of my pocket, this thing attacked me; it locked its hands around my neck- applying huge pressure, my lungs screamed out for oxygen as it tightened its grasp, cutting off my air supply.
It lunged forward, baring its sharp teeth which were utterly terrifying. I had no idea what this monster was. I pulled back my arm and thrust the knife I clutched as hard as I could through the side of its skull. The hands loosened their grip around my neck; I examined what looked like a human, lying motionless on the ground.
I was horrified, it was… a zombie. A male zombie: Its flesh was rotting before my very eyes, its clothes ripped, he looked dead- was he? His features had changed, no longer anything like a human’s; with razor sharp teeth and eyes that were pure white. It had the strength of a lion and the speed of a cheetah, it was built to hunt and kill effortlessly, a born predator.
I needed to get some weapons: a sword? Or a gun- a desert eagle, that would do a fine job against these zombies. Well it had in all the movies I’d seen, but this was no movie.
I hoisted up the dirt bike, brushing the dust off the seat; it was getting on a bit, but if it did the job…
“Beggars can’t be choosers,” I muttered to myself.
I started up the dirt bike and head off on a new path. I drove for miles and miles, hours passed and there were still no signs of civilisation anywhere.
After a few hours of riding darkness had fallen when I arrived at a forest, I didn’t know what to do, should I really enter a forest? Especially at nightfall, but I needed to get some rest; hopefully I could make some sort of sleeping area inside.
I realised, that this was going to be a lot harder than I thought… I’d never done this sort of thing before, especially without my best friend, Tommy. We went everywhere together, never leaving each other’s sight.
We were in every lesson together; there was this one time in Science, when we were messing around with all these different liquids and materials, Tommy decided to take our “masterpiece”- as he called it- to our Science teacher Mr. P. On the way there, he tripped over his school bag, and our masterpiece was all over the floor. He was gutted, and Mr. P wasn’t happy either- I just stood there, laughing my head off.
My eye’s started to well up. I would never forget him, ever.