Zompony to dream of

by Willow Whispers

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Adventure, Human, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 997

This story is a short story. WARNING: i put an awful endind to it. i PROMISE i will make a story to go with this ine.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-03-07 17:25:21 UTC

Zombie (teaser for the real story)

January 10, 3040

It has been three days since  I had last seen my safety group. Zombie populations are getting larger and larger day and night. Fear begins to set in as I  have been alone for three days and nights.  I’m running low on food, I need to go searching soon. Hope is beginning to fade away, fear is beginning to set in.

       ~ Esme

And that was the last entry of the journal they found.  In the distance they heard familiar flat, gloomy, moans and mumbled words. “It’s time to move. grab the bags, journal, and anything else you can scrounge up” said a girl with messy black hair, tan skin, tattered clothes, and green eyes.  The small band of 4 girls 5 boys and a couple of small children packed up their bags and grabbed anything and everything they could. They crawled up a rusted ladder onto the roof of the building they were on. “ The view is amazing!” piped up a small boy with messy brown hair and blue eyes.

They carefully and quietly climbed off the building, and crept away leaving the zombie horde behind them. The sun was already gone and the moon was risen, meaning more trouble for them. “ Wait! Look at the journal, there’s a page ripped out” said Monica who was holding the journal open in her hands.  The group crowded around monica and looked at the open journal. And there, in front of their eyes laid an open journal with a page ripped out of it. Monica looked up just to see a small piece of paper drift by an old, rusty, red car.

Esmeralda picked up the small piece of paper and read it outloud, and this is what it said:     January 20, 3040

If you have found this, it means you are close to my safety haven. Find more papers and you will find me within about a  week or so. If you find my safety haven bring any survivors you can find and take with you.

~Esme

P.S. don’t get bitten or hurt, otherwise you can become one of them.

“ So” monica started “It’s contagious, that isn’t good”  She closed the journal and looked at the group with hope-filled eyes “ Let’s go find that safety haven”  Everyone slung their bags over their backs and began to walk towards a large building, still standing, yet can could fall over any minute.

Looking out of the mildewy window all she saw was a wasteland, barren, dead, unable to renew and heal, too intoxicated to fix. The rest of her group was sitting on the floor, trying to fall asleep worrying about the loud moans of zombies 3 floors under them. “ They won’t get us, it’s too far up for them to climb without losing all of their limbs.” said a black haired, grey eyed, tall boy named Dylan.  Dylan walked over to Monica and put his hand on her shoulder and looked at her sadly “ Monica, dont worry. We will find safety soon and when we do we can hopefully live the rest of our lives in peace”

“I know but how long? When? We are going to lose allot of people we know looking for this so called ‘safety-haven’” Monica breathed as she looked at Dylan then out the window again.  Dylan takes her hand and pulls her away from the window and to her sleeping bag “ You need some rest”  Dylan says calmly.  Monica laid down on her sleeping bag, not knowing their town would soon become a larger waste land then it already was. As she dozed off she dreamed of her family: her mother, little sister, her father, her pet dog named Wilfred. All turned to zombies now, she hoped she would join them in the land of death one day. And as she fell into a sleep she would never wake up from a small cloud of golden mist puffed from her mouth as she exhaled through her mouth.

The next morning , Dylan sat next to her and shook her. Of course, she didnt move and he looked at the others in the group waking up and walking around. ' Am I the only one who notices shes not waking up?' Dylan asked him self. Then he noticed the cloud of gold mist and tears stung his eyes as he got up.  He walked over to the window and started to wonder why she laid there dead. Dylan looked back at her and noticed a large cut on her neck and a gash on top of her head, laying there  seeing this girl caked in dried blood, cried unashamed finally letting stress go....

The group looked back at Dylan and the girl laying there and sat down hanging their heads and one of the kids piped up sadly " She was like a big sister to me. I was orphaned just as the zombies began to flood the streets. She took me in and cared for me, now shes gone. The last of my friend, family, anyone i ever knew and know that i trust with my life." the girl sat next to a dead Monica and began to cry. The group hugged the small weeping girl and tried to calm and comfort her. " She was the last of her family. " Dylan said flatly while looking out of the window and the group looked at him in surprised " She saw her family die and picked up a knife and let her rage control her. Shes in a better place now with her family."

Everyone spent the rest of the day sitting around and trying to not mourn for Monica, the leader of the group, the protector of their souls, now gone. The little girl who mourned Monica was a small frail girl named Calypso, named after the Greek nymph of the sea, she cried and Calypso's eyes turned from sea blue to a dark night sky blue.