It was a dark and stormy night, and I was scared out of my wits. I was at home with my two children, trying to protect them from the horror that had come to our small town. We had heard stories of the dead coming back to life and terrorizing the living, but I never could have imagined what we were about to experience.
We were all huddled together in the living room, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. I cautiously opened it and was met with an eerie sight: a zombie standing in the doorway! Its decaying body and piercing gaze sent chills down my spine. I slammed the door shut and locked it, but it was too late – the zombie had seen us.
Before I knew it, more zombies were pounding on the door, trying to get in. I quickly grabbed my children and ran up the stairs to the attic, hoping to find safety there. We barricaded the door and waited in terror as the zombies pounded, their groans and moans echoing throughout the house.
Suddenly, we heard a loud crash and realized that the zombies had broken through the barricade! We frantically searched for a way out but there was none. Just as we were about to give up hope, we spotted a small window in the corner of the attic. We quickly crawled out and ran for our lives.
We managed to make it to safety, but the experience of facing those zombies will haunt us for years to come. We are now more vigilant than ever, always aware of our surroundings, in fear that one day those creatures may return.