Survivors of Dim Island

           My name is Bright and I live in a small island called Dim. The island was for the rich and only could be reached by planes as it is in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I lived with my mom in a luxurious beachside house. My dad worked in the mainland. My mom never really cared about me so I end up sleeping over at my friend's house often.

           It was my best friend’s birthday and I went to his house. My friend and his parents were sick all of a sudden so I couldn’t have a sleep over. It was almost midnight and I left his house. I walked along the dimly-lit road playing with my shadow. I was walking as slow as I could because I hated being home. As I was looking down, for a split moment, I saw a shadow that was not mine so I looked back. There was a man who seemed drunk walking far behind me with his arms held up like a Chinese ghost. I never liked people walking behind me at night nor do I liked Chinese ghosts, so I hurried my pace. I looked back again with the sense of paranoia and he was trying to keep up with me now. I can see him clearly; his tongue was hanging out and he was wearing a bloody apron. I started running and I could see my house in the orange street light now.

           Bang! I slammed the door behind me with my heart jumping out of my chest and sweat dripping down my forehead. I didn’t want to wake my mom so I tried to calm down and went to my room where I fell into a deep sleep.

            I woke up the next morning by a strange foul scent worst than rotten eggs coming from the windows. The picture of the man I saw last night was still haunting me. “Mom! Is breakfast ready?... Mom! Is breakfast ready?” I yelled while stretching lazily and there was no reply. I climbed out of my bed and close the windows and went in the living room. My mom was sitting on the couch with the television on. “Mom?" I called as I walked slowly to the her and she turned her head around. “ARGHH!!!,” I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knifes I could get a hold of; her face was bloody and her tongue sticks out and wiggled around. Her body was boney and pale. She is nothing like my mom… she was nothing like a human. She stumbled out of the couch and walked towards me with her arms up and grabbing the empty space with her boney fingers. I threw a knife at her and it stuck in her leg but she continued moving without showing any sign of pain. I threw another knife and it hit her in the neck. She stopped moving and fell to the ground. I dropped on my knee and started crying. All of a sudden, the beast that was once my mom roared and got up on its feet.

It jumped onto me and tried to bite my neck. I kicked it off and stabbed it in the head again and again with tears flowing off my eyes. I called the police but they didn’t answer the phone after many tries. I called my dad and everyone else I knew but they didn’t pick up either. I tried to get help from the neighbors but when I look through their windows they had all turned into beast. I was shocked and close the door at once as I looked across the yard to the neighbor: They were zombies too.

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