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17/10/2011 Michael Lawrence http://www.jiggymccue.com/index.aspx

It was the twelfth of never and the moon was blue. At least, that’s the way it seemed in the world I woke up to that Sunday morning. Nothing was as it should be. Nothing was right. Even the face in the mirror told me nothing that I knew. But it was the stranger in the mirror who showed me the way through it all. And the way back.

 

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Comment by N Francis on October 17, 2011 at 9:05
I had a weird vision last night. In the mirror I saw that outside the sky was as so black you couldn’t see the stars. There was a strange aroma in the air, the scent of antiseptic and rotting flesh. The only building for miles around was an old hospital falling into decay. The building was jam packed with the undead and rotting bodies of the undead’s prey. The vial of smallpox had mutated and caused the patients and doctors to turn cannibal. I was scared like any other kid would be. I was the only one unaffected by the virus. Looking outside I saw man’s greatest achievements destroyed, cities raised to the ground, all caused by the undead. I realised I would have to find a way to stop the mutation of this virus. I knew that I had to find something to protect myself with. What I didn’t realise was that thousands of innocent people didn’t have any control over their bodies. It was then I realised it was coming true.
By Gregory Snape , Josephous Miculob and Benjamin Shannon
St Benedict's Catholic School
Comment by Caroline Roche on October 17, 2011 at 10:59
I decided to stay calm. There’s no need to panic that would only make things worse. So I took my time getting changed and decided that it was best not to use the water as it looked like it came from the sewer. Now my stomach was growling. So I slowly edged down remaining aware that anything could happen. The smell of rotting flesh hit me. I saw a rotting carcass slumped over the kitchen table. Suddenly as I turned the corner I saw something tearing the body apart. Then it hit me. It was my mum. I reached around for a weapon anything. A rolling pin better than nothing. I swung clumsily forward and hit the undead (my mum) in the arm. And to my disbelief it fell off realising vile smell. I clenched my stomach trying not to be sick. It didn’t work. I clambered up picked up the rolling pin and swung it at my mum. She collapsed. I slowly I curled up in the corner and cried. Why me. Why now……..

By Finlay and Jack Holmesdale Technology College.
Comment by Karen King - Oakbank School on October 17, 2011 at 14:23

Just then it hit me. Beating my mum with a rolling pin had been something I’d wanted to do for ages, but I had never wanted to see her like this, a pale, half eaten corpse. As I walked away from the blood-dripping carcass, I saw the rest of my family closing in on me. At first I thought they were alive, but then I saw their clothes drenched in blood. They’ve been infected, turned into zombies! I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Arghh!” I ran as fast as I could, trying to avoid obstacles on the way. Finally I reached a way out, it was locked!

“No not now!” I yelled. I was cornered. I could see the hunger in their eyes; they were getting their claws ready aiming for my neck. Suddenly my little brother pounced; I acted on instinct and punched him to the floor. Just in the nick of time a hooded man broke through the wall,

“Come with me, I’ll explain everything when we are safe!” I stared, frozen, not moving even an inch.

“Well are you coming or not?” Just then my body moved for me before I made up my mind. I’ve escaped, I’m safe. But one thought keeps circling around in my head;

“I’m not the only survivor.”..........

 

By Will and Oscar.

Oakbank School.

Comment by Allison Painich on October 17, 2011 at 16:23
I followed him into a secret underground alley that that was like an old, abandoned city. There I found other survivors that looked more scared than I was. There was barely any movement, not even children moved a finger. There was smoke at the door, and then a mysterious man walked in. He was wearing a lab coat ad had frizzy hair. He looked at all the people suspiciously and was examining them. He left the door open, looked in his backpack, found a bomb, and threw it. He ran out and locked the door. The survivors were scared, looking for a place to escape. I was one of those lucky humans who should have been killed by the bomb, but he somehow managed to survive.

Angelica, Savannah, Franklin
St. Paul's Catholic School
New York

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