CRASH! The door broke down. A crowd of zombies approached me from the doorway. I ran through the kitchen and to the backdoor as I could feel my heart pounding. I swung open the back gate and quickly headed towards the barn. The barn was dusty, I could barely breathe. I was searching around to find the tool box my dad keeps in here. Please, Please be here. I thought to myself as I ran up the barn stairs. I heard a loud crack and looked down the stairs to see what was happening. The zombies had tried to break down the barn door and get in. I found a few boxes and searched through them until I found the toolbox hiding at the bottom of one of the boxes. I grabbed the toolbox and opened the window, leading to the road outside where I couldn't spot any zombies. I quickly took an old bed sheet and tied it to the piece of wood hanging from the ceiling. I tossed the bed sheet out the window and threw the toolbox out. I then tightly gripped the bed sheet and began climbing out the window as the zombies had gotten in and had began to climb the stairs. As I could feel my feet touch the wet grass below me, I let go of the bed sheet and grabbed the toolbox. I quickly sprint down the road as fast as I can as the remaining zombies run after me. I stop at a dead end, panting. I open the tool box, digging to find anything useful. I find an axe. I grip the axe with my right hand and with my left, pick up the toolbox. The zombies get closer and closer. I have no choice but to run as fast as I can through them. Its risky, even a small bite can turn you into a ferocious zombie. As time passes and they corner me, I get more nervous about the idea. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping they for some reason go away. I then feel someone tightly gripping my hand. ???: "RUN!"
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