Noobhunter's Contest Submission

noobhunter001

Hello, I am only 14, so please don't criticize my writing. I want to win this thing badly, and I am sure everyone else does too. Best luck to you all and hope you enjoy! (There are 2155 words)

10 years ago we watched zombie movies without knowing that they could really happen. Now the year is 2020, and I am by myself with my only child, hiding, running away from everyone else. It all started last year in the September of 2019. It was the time of the future. Flying cars, 3D televisions, and all sorts of electronics were invented. The one major thing that scientists were testing was to see if humans could live forever. They were hoping to create a potion to bring back the dead and to make eternal life for all humans and animals. Scientists brought together animal and human DNA and combined atoms and mixtures to create an immortal liquid that was put into a tube. A dead man was brought into a secret laboratory where they tested to see if the liquid would be a success. I was the one who was testing the experiment and I was the one trying to save the Earth. The body was chained onto a stretcher and was securely tightened. I held the needle containing the liquid and I gave my best friend Luis Harrington the nod to start running the tests. He pulled the lever and there was no pulse because he was dead. I slowly injected the needle into the body and I began to notice something after a second. The man’s eyes rolled down into a sold white color and quickly became yellow. I looked at Luis and he gave me a shake that told me that there was still no pulse. I quickly ran out of the glass room and looked, and there was no movement at all. Every scientist stared at the body wide-eyed. They whispered my name. Luis and I glimpsed at the body. The man’s fingernails became longer and sharper as his neck became full of veins. Startled, we all jumped back and there was still no pulse. The dead man’s head quickly jerked to the right and stared right at us with his bright yellow eyes and his teeth were clenched together. The man’s skin became even paler and became gray right in front of our eyes and still no pulse. One of our emergency men called a SWAT team and more investigators to see what was happening. All of a sudden, the stretcher was being moved up and down and we heard clattering. The man was trying to get out of the chains. We were all afraid and no one dared to go near except for one man named Patrick Flannigan. He slowly opened up the door and the dead body gave a loud roar that could be heard for miles. We yelled for Patrick to come back, but he simply ignored us. The monster had stopped and Patrick slowly un-hooked his chains. The monster lay still for a moment. Everything grew quiet. In that instant, the monsters left hand grabbed Patrick by the throat and had him with a grip that could rip off his head. The monster’s nails dug into Patrick’s neck and blood went everywhere. Everyone started to call ambulances and no one could help Patrick. Patrick yelped with a cry, but fell to the ground. All of us went against the wall not knowing what to do as the monster started to walk to the door. Behind him we noticed, was Patrick, and he was getting up slowly. We were filled with happiness, but he looked different. His eyes rolled into a yellow color just like the other monster, and he grew into a gray shape while his finger nails grew sharp just like the other ones also. We realized right then what we have created…a zombie. Our smiles then became into shivers. The two zombies then began to start banging on the door. People from the SWAT team came in, and surrounded the glass. The zombies continued to try to break through. A small crack occurred and Luis and I began to run out of the laboratory. From behind us, we heard a massive shatter and heard heavy gunfire. We looked back in the laboratory and the zombies were bulletproof. The bullet holes went right through them and they never stop their rage. Just like we were glued to the ground, we watched with fear. Both zombies took SWAT team members and grabbed them by the neck and just like they did with Patrick, they killed them by squeezing their fingernails into the neck. Suddenly, we noticed as gunfire was still happening, the zombies took a different figure. Their arms turned into paws, and hunched over as the one took a shape of a gray wolf and the other took a shape of a gray tiger. I studied this and I wondered if the animal DNA allows the zombies to take any shape of animal or a shape of a human. As soon as I saw this, I took Luis by the arm and I knew we had no time. As we ran through towns yelling of the presence of zombies, it seemed no one listened to us and there was no news on it. Hours passed and we finally had come to my house which was in the middle of nowhere. Luis and I had excruciating pains in our legs, but we had no time to waste. My son Jeremy, who was 8, was watching cartoons on the couch. I blocked his view of the television and unplugged it. I stared in his eyes and he gave me a glare of hate. I told him there was an emergency and we had to get as many supplies as we could. I noticed his face go pale, but he bolted upstairs and got his backpack for school. As he emptied out his books, Luis grabbed packaged foods and I grabbed water and juice to keep us alive. I grabbed kitchen knives from the counter and stored them into the front pouch. “Why do we need those?” Jeremy asked in a shivering voice. “Son, I don’t want to frighten you, but there are zombies out in the real world. Stay by me and you will be fine.” I replied to him as his eyes started to fill with water. I looked around and I went silent. In a low, deep voice I asked, “Where is your mother?” and Jeremy looked at me and responded, “She went to the grocery store down in Western Lane.” This was about a 10 mile drive. I grabbed Jeremy’s arm and ran him to the car while Luis was quickly behind. Luis sat in back with Jeremy and I drove. I tried to put on the radio, but not a single station was playing. I prayed to God that the zombies haven’t converted all the humans inside the radio stations. As I was going 100 mph on the freeway, two cars in a row passed by me in a hurry and I heard them yelling to go back. I didn’t listen. We pulled into the parking lot of Fresh Fruit Freddie’s. Silence filled the car and I looked inside from the windshield, and my eyes grew to the size of baseballs. Blood was smeared throughout the walls and isles of the store and the whole place was deserted. Cars were smashed and blood was seeking through the windshields. Inside the store, I saw something move towards us. A dog was limping. Not trying to make any loud sounds, I stuck my hand out the window and snapped my fingers while making kissing noises. Scared, it looked at us and its ears perked up. It came closer to us until a zombie jumped down from the roof of the store and landed right on the dog. The dog gave out a loud yelp and I couldn’t help but to scream. My son behind me was going out of control and was saying NO at the top of his lungs while crying. The zombie slowly tilted its head at us. A piece of the dog’s flesh hung from the inside of its mouth and his yellow eyes widened. He gave out a loud deep roar and quickly I put the car into reverse. “DAD!” my son shouted. I looked up. Hundreds of zombies jumped from the top of the roof. All of the zombies jumped towards us and started running at the SUV. They were fast. Luis jumped into the way back of the truck and tried to reach for the backpack. Luis grabbed a knife and opened up the back door of the car while I was driving. My son and I both shouted no, but Luis still left it opened. Zombies were jumping over fences left and right as we speeded over the highway. Some zombies stopped, but others were blood thirsty. One came close to the car and leaped in. I looked back. The zombie opened up its mouth and gave a growl while saliva stuck from the top of his teeth. It pounced at Luis, and Luis stabbed it in the eye. The zombie didn’t budge and threw Luis out of the car. The zombie hopped out and all of the zombies stopped as Luis was getting ripped from limb by limb from a crowd of zombies. My son couldn’t stop crying. He came up and sat with me, as I realized they were out of control and I let out a single tear. My best friend that I knew all my life since Kindergarten was either dead or now turned into a zombie. I couldn’t turn the car around because my son and I would be in danger, and I had to keep my word that he would be alright. My son went in back and grabbed the backpack and started to eat. I told him to save it for later, because we could be in this sort of trouble for a very long time. Places were deserted, but I had a sense that zombies were all around. I didn’t know where I was going, until I found a place that was located right on the edge of a cliff. Towns weren’t in sight for about 40 miles, and I thought this was the best place to hide. My son and I pushed the car off of the cliff, so that the zombies wouldn’t see the vehicle and think to check inside. This was a sacrifice that was very risky, but it worked. My son and I lived off of packaged foods and drinks for 4 months. We ate only about 2 bites of food and 2 sips of a drink for each of us. If it was a complete emergency, we would eat or drink a little more. Every night, I held my son in my arms and he would fall asleep right there. I smiled and kissed him on the forehead. I thought of Luis, and the times we had as friends. We would always do things together, and now after I had messed up the whole world, he is not with me anymore. I thought of my wife, and that’s what really hit me. She was a very loving woman, and the last thing we both said to each other was “I love you.” I started to cry. I did this every night, and every day, I told my son that he would be alright. It was until one morning that I heard a loud cry, and I knew it was a zombie. It did not seem close, but they were coming. My son opened one eye and he jumped up. I told him that I loved him, and that we need to stop hiding. He hugged me with a grip I knew he never had. He smiled at me and I wiped the tears off his face. I then looked him straight in the eye and told him that his mom would have said the same if she was still here and tears started to come again. I grabbed his hand and brought him outside. We stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down and saw it was a long drop. My son grabbed my arm, but he knew what was going to happen, and in the bravest little voice of his he said, “Thank you for everything daddy, I love you.” All I could do was smile and him and say, “Your welcome…son.” He hopped in my arms and I held him up as we turned around. Thousands or it seemed like millions of zombies came towards us and were charging. I looked into my sons eyes, and I saw him smile at me and cry at the same time. I looked behind us to where the cliff was and took one step back. And now here we are hand to hand, we are one of the last people to live, and we are about to be one of the last to ever die.

MyNameDidntFit

Great story!

The emotion in it is really good, not many zombie stories have that sort of family emotion.

Paragraphing would make it easier on the eyes, but I'm not one to care for the aesthetic values of a story. Its the content that counts.

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noobhunter001

Thank you. That really means a lot to me. Oh and sorry about the paragraphs.

thank you

Joshyboy

It's okay i suppose. Maybie in a few years time you'll be able to match true art, like that of my masterpiece.

Leroy

If zombies saw the vehicles, there not like humans. Why would they need to stop hiding the zombies don't know they're there? They just see people in there sights.

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MyNameDidntFit

What on Earth are you on about Leroy? :/
[Is confused.]

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Leroy

Let its put it this way zombies aren't smart as humans. so if they saw no car there, then came back other way and saw a car there, there not going to think somethings going on.

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MyNameDidntFit

Well that depends on your type of zombie. Only the author can say how smart or stupid his/her zombies are because they're the author's creation.

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noobhunter001

Seriously, how would you really know how zombies could act if we could never really know. I would of never thought that there are zombies that are huge, zombies that throw up blood on u and explode, zombies that just stand still till you go near them, I mean come on, I am just using my imagination.

They were once human...and the injection just malfuctioned their bodies, and gave them different characteristics. They could think like humans....u never know.

But if they saw a car also, they would look inside for any humans, and then think to check in the house next to it...so you never know.

You probably have a different perspective than I do

MyNameDidntFit

Exactly, your zombies are your creation and therefore do whatever you want them to and act however you want them too.

Their skin could be pink and their saliva could be a hydrofluoric acid solution if the author decides so. The wonders of fiction...

If everyone used the exact same ideas for their zombies that would get boring

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noobhunter001

And its also a "fiction" story...so anything goes..

I am sorry if this story wasn't up to your expectations


...but at least I tried

MyNameDidntFit

Your story is great.

It'd be nigh impossible to not meet my expectations
MNDF's expectations:
1 -- Zombies.

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noobhunter001

ok that made me feel better lol

thanks MNDF

MyNameDidntFit

No problem.

I'm an aspiring writer so I know how you feel.

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noobhunter001

I used to be like one of the best in my schools, and then they started making us do non-fiction stories, and I lost my touch to it....but you guys gave me that time to write a fiction story again....THANK YOU..i really needed it...all in all, it was very fun to write.

MyNameDidntFit

Good to hear we've inspired you back into writing.

As for school writing: I find that anything I write in school is very limited. You have all these constraints:
-Language.
-Time.
-Themes.
-Violence and the like.
Only one thing I've written in school has turned out good for me and that's with much effort into it after I handed in the "finished product".

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noobhunter001

I wish schools made us look into our imaginations like in the earlier grades where we used to write fiction stories...and then I think you can see a real writer if they use their imagination. Do you agree?

I hate when they give you rules you have to go by.

MyNameDidntFit

I'm not sure what you mean, my brain isn't functioning (its midnight ).

But yes: I do hate it when you are given rules to follow for writing. I will, however, admit that sometimes having guidelines can improve focus and help you with writing.

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noobhunter001

Yea I mean its kind of easier if you use guidlines, but you have to think.

In fiction, you can flow with what your writing and its actually your own thoughts. In non-fiction, I just cram all a bunch of random stuff together lol

And what I said before, anyone can take any information from books or websites and put them in non-fiction, but it takes real writers to take their thoughts and put them into a story, which is why I think you see a real writer when they write with their imagination. Sorry if im not making any sense

Leroy

Well you could put it this way, its better than joshboys touching zombie fiction.

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