ok this has got to be better than my first zombie story above (not the first story above, the second one!) cuz if its not, thats a complete waste of time! since i still have a large amount of time. i think... yeah i do. i have to do this right since i been given much motivation by gunground
better catch up Monkey :)
you could add the V at the end you know!
your so mean! :,(
enough stalling, here i go.
It was the last day of school. Johnny was so excited to finally go home for the summer! "So are you going to my house for the party after school?" Johnny's friend Tom asked. "Yeah!" answered Johnny, "I'm so happy! I think I'm going to take the shortcut behind that back alley to get there faster." "I don't know..." Tom responded, "That alley is very dangerous to go through, lots of people get hurt there." "Relax! I'm going to be perfectly fine!" Johny shot back.
So, after the bell rang, all the kids cheered and departed for their buses and parent's cars. Johnny, of course, headed for the shortcut through the back alley of the school. Before he stepped through, Johnny remembered what Tom had said and decided to ignore it. He walked into the alley. It was quiet. A little too quiet... Then, all of a sudden, Johnny heard screeching tires, then laughter, then gunshots, then blood-curdling screams coming from a woman. He became very frightened and started to run. Johnny then saw to bright lights, right in front of him! He tried to run away but it didn't work. He heard three loud bangs, then he fell on the ground. Johnny felt air rush by him as the car sped past. He lay there for a few more minutes, in such bad shock and losing so much blood that he hardly knew what was going on, and then, silence.
Johnny saw nothing. He was in complete darkness, and it felt like he was inside a box. Claustrophobia started to settle in... "Help! Help!" Johnny screamed! But nobody came. He started kicking and punching at the top of the box. After about an hour of doing this, the wood started to break! He was set free of his small confining only to be covered in dirt. So Johhny began digging. After hours and hours of swallowing dirt, being crawled on by worms, and falling back in the box, he saw light! Johnny pulled himself out of the deep hole and stood up. It was night-time. Confused and frightened, Johnny walked home and collapsed on his bed in his dark room...
When Johnny awoke, he thought the whole thing was a bad dream. He went into the bathroom and looked at his face in the mirror. "Wow! I look more pail than usual..." Johnny said. He also had slightly dark rings under his eyes. This whole thing was getting very strange... Johnny's mother wasn't home. "She must have already went to work..." he thought. Johnny then waited six hours until his mom got home.
Johnny's mother, Lisa, stared at him with a blank look on her face. "Mom, are you OK?" Johnny asked with concern. Lisa didn't respond. Before her son could ask again, she collapsed onto the ground. "Oh my god!" Johnny said as he ran over to his mother, but then his back started hurting. He fell down on one knee and shouted curse words in pain. Johnny put a hand on his back and felt something out of the ordinary, three holes. "What the hell?!?" Johnny thought. He walked over to a mirror and saw something he hadn't noticed before. Johnny wasn't wearing the same clothes as he was on the last day of school, he was wearing a suit. Had he even gone to the party after class? No. He suddenly remembered everything that happened, the alley, the car, and the gunshot. Johnny felt his chest. No heartbeat. "What is going on???" Johnny thought.
After hours and hours of thinking, Johnny came to the obvious but painfully strange idea that he is dead. He looked over at his passed out mother, whom he had completely forgotten about. "She will wake up eventually." Johnny thought, and walked outside. "What to do, what to do?" He asked himself. Johnny got the idea to call his best friend, Tom.
"Hello?" said a female voice. It was Tom's mom. "Is Tom there?" Johnny asked. "I'm sorry, Tom doesn't want to talk right now, he is very sad because of the death of his friend. He feels so guilty for not stopping him from... never mind. Who is this? Can i take a message?" she responded. "Yeah." Johnny said. "Tell him it's not his fault." "Wait! Who is th..." but before she could finish, Johnny hung up. He was saddened by his mothers strange reaction towards him, and his friend's unwillingness to even communicate because of his death. "What is the purpose of my resurrection?" He thought. As a living corpse, society would never except Johnny, so he would have to go where no-one would ever find him. His body would eventually rot anyways, leaving him nothing but an invisible spirit. So, Johnny went back to the graveyard, climbed inside his grave, and reburied himself, where nobody would ever see him again.
What is the point of Johnny's life after death? Even to this day he does not know the answer to this and other questions such as: Will he ever seek revenge on the ones who killed him? Will he ever become used to his new conditions? and will Johnny ever get a real afterlife? The answers to these questions may never be revealed.
Not The End?
Woo Hoo! eight paragraphs! i know that doesnt really count towords the quality, but i find this much better than my last zombie story. i said "Not The End" because it may just be just the beginning of his zombie life. its a cliffhanger of sorts.