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01/10/2014 Tamsyn Murray http://www.tamsynmurray.co.uk

The war was no one's fault. It started over something small, the way wars often do – a misunderstanding that grew and grew until powerful men in serious suits had no choice but to make an impossible decision and people began to die. By the time it was over, there were more dead than alive and everything was broken, including our spirit.

The ones who were left – us – started to pick up the pieces. Food and shelter were our first priorities: within our splintered communities, we put roofs on bombed out buildings and cleared the land to plant vegetables where we could. Then came communication and that's when we grasped how bad it was, because it wasn't just us who'd been badly hit. It was everyone. And in time we would come to realise that the war had done more than just shatter our world. It had created Them.

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Comment by WP Central on October 1, 2014 at 9:17

The fear the anger it made them what they are . It all started in 1954 the blood the third great war . The pentagon foolishly ordered numerous nuclear strikes on countries such as Russia and Germany. Such fools. A year later it ended, the war finished but little did we know a new war was about to begin, They came...

by Kyle, David and Adam, Wick High School

 

Comment by WP Central on October 1, 2014 at 9:35

They came in ones and twos to start with, shambling away from the ruins of the cities but as time moved forward their numbers increased.  We were facing a whole new conflict; a war with the dead.  We don't know if it was the radiation from the bombs themselves that changed them or whether it was a mutated strain of a virus, all we knew was that they were different and that they were dangerous.  Sometimes we wouldn't set eyes on them for weeks; those were the good times. This wasn't one of those weeks...

Scott Humphrey, student at the University of Kent

Comment by Nicola Gowing on October 1, 2014 at 10:45

It was the day after Halloween, November the First.  We sat in our camp, suspecting nothing but a thin breakfast and political talk. That was when things started to go wrong. One of our scouts came back at midday, when the cold air really started to kick in. His clothes were ripped from left to right, he was gasping for breath and blood trickled down from a large gash across his dirty face. He said hundreds were coming, a power we couldn’t match, an army with no regrets. We tried so hard to retreat but the massacre that would follow was inevitable. We had to stand and fight.  As the dead met with us, I felt so alive.  We had taken the plunge into certain death.

Cameron Gibbs,

Great Yarmouth High School

Comment by Lynne Coppendale on October 1, 2014 at 12:04

Suddenly, I woke up, my head was dizzy and the sun was blinding my eyes. Slowly I began to sit up when I realised I was no longer in a dirty, zombie infested war; I was high up in a bombed building in the middle of destroyed city. The door swung open and a gust of wind circled the room. A girl in her teens burst urgently through the door. “We're leaving now” she announced, as she pulled me up and hoisted me into a corridor.

We rushed into an old, rusty elevator, she pressed the button and it started to go up to the top floor. ”What on earth do you think you’re doing ?!!!” She looked at me as if I didn't know what was going on “well …” Suddenly the door creaked open and we stepped out onto the roof. Just then the elevator dropped behind us and there was a loud groaning sound.

"We need to move faster !” she said while looking over the edge. Then a green, blistered, revolting zombie hand grabbed her leg. She scream with fright and stabbed at the hand, it let go and fell to the ground. The elevator was gone and the zombies were coming. There was no way out but to...  JUMP …

Ella and Isabel, Danum Academy.

Comment by Katie Barnard on October 1, 2014 at 14:00

My head was spinning should I jump or should I not .The pack of zombies was waiting beneath me ready to devour me into little pieces. I was shivering on top of the 71st floor of the building we had built to protect as from the vile zombies. I felt like the zombies were saying “jump jump!” Was it my time to die or what?

 

By Ananya, Myla and Jessie

Comment by Allison Painich on October 2, 2014 at 15:18

He looked as though he had eaten a chicken.  I didn't really care.  All I wanted to do was find my mother, so that she would know I am safe.  At the end of the hall, I spotted her passed out on the floor.  First, I thought I needed to get her out of here.  During the process, I heard sirens.  I yelled for help.  I woke up in the hospital, and all I could think of was the nightmare, the chicken, the fire, and the vampire.  I thought about the lesson behind all of this.  How did I get here?  Did I save my mom?

Sadie

Carroll Jr High

Monroe, Louisiana, USA

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