Ryan who was a 15 year old boy living in the corner house of the estate was fascinated by the sky, he would often stay up all night just gazing into it, getting lost in the magical appearance. He was homeschooled by a family friend because of his socially awkward ways which was part of his Asperger's condition and didn't really like to integrate with others his own age. His parents were gone for the majority of the day out working, so from when home school finished at 4. p.m until his parents arrived home at 6.30 p.m Ryan had the house to himself, something he was now entrusted with since he turned 15.
During these two and a half hours he had free he would spend most of it reading up on something that fascinated him ; things that can die and come back to life. So he would go online and research living things such as the Wood Frog , Arctic Wooly Bear Caterpillar and the Darkling Beetle who all have the ability to freeze their bodies in extreme weather and then come back to life when the weather eases off. Ryan spent months sitting in front of his computer reading about this but his passion and thirst to know more eventually led him outside, and when outside he searched his back garden and the nearby areas for bugs or any kind of small animal that he came across.
On his adventures to gather up beings of the animal kingdom he went out and killed some worms, a few centipedes and also a robin, he put them into his lunch box container. Once at home he would wrap them up and place them safely in a small cooler box that was inside the freezer out in the garage. The next day on his time alone he went out to check on them but to his disappointment they were still dead and now frozen over. He took them out and tried to heat the bodies up but nothing happened they remained dead. Ryan was angry, he felt like he was let down and lied to, he vowed never to turn on his computer again. The next few weeks he would sit and stare out his window waiting for the sky to turn purple; something that he could always count on and that never lied to him.
His parents went on a weekend vacation so he was left with the family friend who taught him. On the Saturday night he got bored and snuck out the back door late at night. Wandering around idly he jumped over the walls that circled the suburbs and came across a small burial site for people that lived in that estate. His fascination with death and life started to come back, he felt excited to be here, the adrenaline was flowing through his body once again. There was a sign here stating "To end a life begins a new life", Ryan didn't really understand what this meant, but he couldn't stop fixating on the words end a life and new life. His mind was racing with ideas, passing by his left foot was a cat, he looked at it as his eyes started to get bigger, more ideas came into his head. He bent down to rub the cat, hands circling around its neck but right as the moment came he heard a cry in the distance "Bella where are you". He thought to himself about it but couldn't go through with it, I guess there was some remorse inside.
This moment was like a breakthrough in is thinking, he wondered why he is the way he is and what he had done and what he was gonna do to that cat, it was like it re-shaped his mind. He was gonna change his life or at least try. As he was walking away from the burial site he heard a crunching sound coming from under him; he had stood on two snails under his right foot. Saddened by this he bent down and said sorry to the splattered gastropod, behind him he heard the noise of someone groaning along with that same sound that is used when shovelling clay. Arms were reaching out from the surrounding graves, followed by heads and then their bodies, people were rising up from the dead.
Ryan's feet were planted in the ground with shock and his body quivering with fear as about forty of the undead were slinging towards him. As one tripped and fell clawing at his feet that adrenaline rush he used to get for different reasons kicked in and he fled the burial site, running until he got home and locked every window and door in the house waking up the woman staying with him in the process. When asked by her what was wrong her muttered fastly "The dead are coming, the dead are coming" but she didn't believe him and told him to get some sleep that it was just a bad dream. Ryan sat wondering what he had done while hesitantly looking out his window to see if any of the dead could be seen. It was all quiet outside, that was until a few moments later he heard the meow of a cat but not in a nice way, the screech of the cat immediately set off every dog in the estate barking mad and moments later all the decayed bodies that rose up were seen walking out into the middle of the estate.
Ryan called the woman up to see it and to her disbelief he had been right all along, she told him to lock the door and be quiet. The strange thing was with these zombies is that they started dispersing, every different one went to a different house, it's like they were going back home. Ryan and the woman watched out as the seen people coming to their front door being attacked and eaten, some fought them off and got away others were eventually overrun. The woman went downstairs to grab a knife from the drawer but when she got there she was bitten from behind on her neck and chewed apart, Ryan forgot to lock the back door he came back in through in his terrified state.
The screams outside made Ryan sick, he went down to look for the woman but what he seen he wished he never came down at all. One of the undead crouching down and eating her from the stomach, she was the only person to ever show him some real attention and love. He shouted angrily "Get off!!" but this only alerted the zombie to his attention, Ryan moved towards the it but the fear quickly took him back over before he jolted out the back door. Outside was the worst move he could of made and he soon registered this as dozens of that thing that was inside were now outside. Living in the corner house meant he was trapped and the only way out was through the heard of the dead, he stealthy slid past a good few of these and could see a clear route up ahead to make a break for.
He took a deep breath and went for it, getting to the entrance of the estate without being noticed. He looked behind him to see was alright but when he done so he saw the mutated body of the cat and he froze again remembering what he was gonna do to it and what he had done to other innocent animals like "Bella", This hesitancy allowed for a zombie to grab his arm and bite down,another came from the other side and did the same. Ryan fell to the ground as the two zombies made dinner out of him, his last few moments were spent staring up into the purple sky that was the only through ever present in his life which paralleled that of his fixation of death while he was living.
This moment was like a breakthrough in is thinking, he wondered why he is the way he is and what he had done and what he was gonna do to that cat, it was like it re-shaped his mind. He was gonna change his life or at least try. As he was walking away from the burial site he heard a crunching sound coming from under him; he had stood on two snails under his right foot. Saddened by this he bent down and said sorry to the splattered gastropod, behind him he heard the noise of someone groaning along with that same sound that is used when shovelling clay. Arms were reaching out from the surrounding graves, followed by heads and then their bodies, people were rising up from the dead.
Ryan's feet were planted in the ground with shock and his body quivering with fear as about forty of the undead were slinging towards him. As one tripped and fell clawing at his feet that adrenaline rush he used to get for different reasons kicked in and he fled the burial site, running until he got home and locked every window and door in the house waking up the woman staying with him in the process. When asked by her what was wrong her muttered fastly "The dead are coming, the dead are coming" but she didn't believe him and told him to get some sleep that it was just a bad dream. Ryan sat wondering what he had done while hesitantly looking out his window to see if any of the dead could be seen. It was all quiet outside, that was until a few moments later he heard the meow of a cat but not in a nice way, the screech of the cat immediately set off every dog in the estate barking mad and moments later all the decayed bodies that rose up were seen walking out into the middle of the estate.
Ryan called the woman up to see it and to her disbelief he had been right all along, she told him to lock the door and be quiet. The strange thing was with these zombies is that they started dispersing, every different one went to a different house, it's like they were going back home. Ryan and the woman watched out as the seen people coming to their front door being attacked and eaten, some fought them off and got away others were eventually overrun. The woman went downstairs to grab a knife from the drawer but when she got there she was bitten from behind on her neck and chewed apart, Ryan forgot to lock the back door he came back in through in his terrified state.
The screams outside made Ryan sick, he went down to look for the woman but what he seen he wished he never came down at all. One of the undead crouching down and eating her from the stomach, she was the only person to ever show him some real attention and love. He shouted angrily "Get off!!" but this only alerted the zombie to his attention, Ryan moved towards the it but the fear quickly took him back over before he jolted out the back door. Outside was the worst move he could of made and he soon registered this as dozens of that thing that was inside were now outside. Living in the corner house meant he was trapped and the only way out was through the heard of the dead, he stealthy slid past a good few of these and could see a clear route up ahead to make a break for.
He took a deep breath and went for it, getting to the entrance of the estate without being noticed. He looked behind him to see was alright but when he done so he saw the mutated body of the cat and he froze again remembering what he was gonna do to it and what he had done to other innocent animals like "Bella", This hesitancy allowed for a zombie to grab his arm and bite down,another came from the other side and did the same. Ryan fell to the ground as the two zombies made dinner out of him, his last few moments were spent staring up into the purple sky that was the only through ever present in his life which paralleled that of his fixation of death while he was living.
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