Zombie Outbreak: A Zombie Apocalypse Short Story - Plot & Excerpts
Sometimes, it beats so fast that it hurts, ready to burst from my chest. My breath is heavy, and it burns my throat, especially in the chill night air. The pain is real, and I relish it because it lets me know that I am alive. It lets me know this is real. It lets me know that I am not a dead one. Grandma and I were drinking tea the moment it began. Whenever I came home from college to visit Grandma on our farm, we cherished our teatime. In fact, I cherished every part of the farm. I had gone to live with Grandma when I was a junior in high school, after my parents died. I hated the farm then. It was too far away from my friends and my life, but now it was a paradise: a world free and far away from the stress of the real world. My cellphone didn’t get reception there, the TV never worked, and Grandma didn’t even know what the internet was. I relaxed there, allowing myself to forget about the many problems in the world, pretending life was simple and easy. Perhaps that was how I managed to survive.
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