The Zombie Destroying Hero

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I am returning home from a particularly tough day at school. Suddenly I hear screams and notice a lady running, yelling hysterically, and pointing at a man that is walking slowly and with a limp. This man is covered with blood that seems to be dripping from his mouth down his shirt and pants, both of which are ripped so much so that his body is barely covered by the clothing. The woman runs to me and pulls me tightly close to her; she is whimpering and seems to be trying to make me walk backwards away from the man. I grasper her by her shoulders, trying to steady her, and ask, “Ma’am what’s wrong?” When she does not answer I say, “Ma’am what is going on?” She pulls away from me to look back at the man who, keeping the same pace as he was, presses on closer to us. The lady takes my hands off her shoulder and runs away from the man screaming at the top of her lungs, “ZOMBIE! HE IS A ZOMBIE!” I twirl around to look at the woman and watch her as she runs into the woods and her screams fade into the sounds of a slight moan and scrapping sound of the zombie walking, more like hobbling, towards me. Out of the corner of my eye I see that people are emerging from their houses, curious to see what the ruckus was all about. I start to back away as I notice how close the zombie has gotten to me in the moments that had passed. Seeing more men, women, children, and pets stepping outside to be nosey in the drama that’s unfolding in their neighborhood I start to get concerned for their safety. To try and make sure they stay safe as I am walking backwards away from the zombie, trying to make sure I am the only target of his, I yell at the top of my lungs keeping a straight face, “EVERYONE GET BACK INSIDE FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY!” As if knowing I was trying to keep them unharmed all the bystanders hurry back inside. As I look around to make sure everyone has gotten inside I notice that one person, a middle aged woman had he cell phone pressed up against the window seal recording this moment. I try not to think about it as I stop to finally face this monster, this zombie. Seeming to notice that I am trying to not be afraid of him he starts to walk towards me faster, as if me trying to be brave is a challenge to him. I look around, realizing I had walked all the way up to an abandoned, demolished house. I start to search for something, anything that would either kill or cure this man. I notice a long steel pipe and ask myself, “I wonder if zombies are like werewolves’,” as I pick up the pipe. As the zombie continues to get ever so close to me instead of walking backwards away from the creature I stand my ground, steel pipe in both my hands. Once the zombie is less than the length of the pipe away I thrust it into him aiming for his forehead. As the pipe enters his head a nauseating sound similar to stepping into dung and someone throwing up at the same time hits my ears I jab the pipe in farther to his head. When the pipe has completely went through the zombies’ forehead he falls to his knees then onto his back making the pipe back into his head some. I count the seconds as they turn into minutes. After five minutes of waiting I walk closer to the zombie and get my foot close to his mouth as a lure to see if his is still alive. I get my foot completely into the zombies’ mouth before I am sure that he is dead. Unlike most people I did not want to stick around and getcredit for killing this creature so I walk back to my house and pretend that nothing happened. The next morning I turn my TV onto the news while I get ready for another day of school. As I flip the TV to channel eleven for my favorite news station the big headline is, “Zombie Slayer Saves Earth as Mystery Woman.” I am astonished to see the man who had the cell phone to the screen talking about how I looked and what I did, then see a short part of what I assume is the video that the man recorded on his cell phone. Then after I get to school the principal pulls me out of my first period class to her office where five different news reporters and camera men are waiting with questions asking if the ‘Zombie Slayer’ is me. Not wanting to lie I told them all the truth. When one of the reports asked why I did it my answer was short and simple, “Because it was the right things to do not only for the women, or the neighbor, but for everyone in the world.”