The experienced death of Christopher Dunavan In a world so condescending that it would not make such a plan as what to do when a zombie attack would ever happen… What would you think happened?

Who would suspect that when you spill a form of toxic waste on an already starting to decomposing body that you would evidentially make a race of the zombie… Well…

Ever would we know a biome truck was driving ever too fast near a cemetery and happened to leave behind a barrel of toxic waste behind… Every one was going on with their day like normal people should on any old other day of October 30…

Then when a small average group of teenagers goes walking by the cemetery for some “average play”… Before you know it they stumble on the toxic waste and “accidentally” spill it on some graves. Not knowing that “the waste” was radio active…

The waste slowly but surely seeped down to four of the graves and soaked through the coffins into the four life-less bodies… Although as soon as the waste touched the bodies they twitched to life and slowly worked their way up to the top…

Seemingly enough the teens were still at the cemetery but were still unaware of the horrors about to set fourth in front of them… How were they to know that the waste was toxic to begin with? The now zombified bodies were now working their way toward the teenagers…

Now what would you expect that the terrified teenagers would do at this awkward moment? They started running for their dear life, they ran all the way home and stayed inside for fear of the fact that the zombies would surly get them…

Mean while the zombies were growing an army… Biting what ever person so happened to stumble upon them, with a city that has 1,000 people in it, it wasn’t hard to do…

Christopher, the person that’s read one to many comics and seen one too many horror films… Was fast asleep still because the other night he decided to stay up late and not to go to school the next day…

He woke up no one being around the house, but then again it wasn’t like it was not normal, he turned on the T.V. just to see what was on, and like usual the channel was on the news… There was a wide ban of zombies coming back from the dead and of what to do in this type of situation…

But of course, that’s crazy, who watches the news anymore, that’s non-since… So he decides to go out side not heeding the warnings to stay inside he did decide that he would take the hint of bringing a weapon though…

Magnum revolver in with him six in the chamber and six in hand, he went in his closet and grabbed his machete, he felt like he was just about ready for anything to head his way… He got on his tight fitting shoes, never know, he might need to run and he didn’t want his shoes to fall off…

He went out the door and found nothing around the ordinary, not yet, he was looking for a scream but heard nothing but silence… He walked all around Cambria but found nothing a wrong, in a blink of an eye he remember that the news was around Marion…

So, he would get into his car and go seek out dangerous things, he wanted to be one of the people that’s slain a zombie…. It would be a thrill to him to be one of the last people standing after a world wide zombie attack…

So he traveled to Carterville to finally have the thrill of killing a zombie… The first couple just a splash on his wind shield bagging them to the ground in a flash and taking off their heads…

When he got to the town he found nothing of being sane there where cars all in a havoc any feeble attempt to escape was point less… He was now stuck in the town with only one other road to get out which happened to be on the other side of town…

So he had to walk on all the cars that lay in the way, some carrying corpses… People tried fleeing away from the zombie infested town, Chris just step onto the “battle field” and started taking charge…

There were zombies all around him trying to find the closest person so they can take their flesh, he’s quick at his actions and tries to be fast at the trigger, shooting almost every shot in the head… He runs into the closest building that he can find so that he can reload and start all over again…

It’s a back and forth case of firing and reloading… It seems like he barricaded in a small area, zombies just seem to keep on coming out of no where no matter how many he kills it just never seems to end…

He tries to save people but when ever he comes close enough to saving someone they wined up doing something out of the blue like fall down or shoot them-self’s in the head… No one seemed like they wanted to believe him, no one would try to help him in his wanting to kill every last zombie on the earth…

Since there was no one else in town to start a rebellion, he decided to of a stand off… So if he were to actually be the last one standing it would be wonderful but like all the rest he was probably going to die like everyone else…

He went into every house that he could and he tried to find any weapons he could, but he was still going to be no match for all the zombies… So he decided that he would take this last stand at the school, killing his way to the school, he must have killed more then three dozen zombies but they kept growing by the masses…

He stood on the last step in the front of the school, they kept on coming so he tried to wait it out, kill as many zombies as he could… Until he couldn’t stand it anymore he was going crazy, there was too many of them, he was running out of ammo and fast…

He fell to the ground, no more killing had to be done, he couldn’t do that much of anything to begin with, everything was coming to an end….

THE END!