The Dead: A Narrative Fiction

One afternoon, a little boy and his friend entered a terrifying graveyard, 2 miles away from their town. "Pepper, I don't think we should go,” Brando told his friend. "It'll be fun,” she stated without hesitation. When they entered inside, they walked together, laughing and telling their fears to each other. When they hit a significant grave, Pepper yelled at Brandon, who was looking at the other graves. Rows of tombstones stood erect in silence to the left and right, in front and behind, like a sea of the dead. Some were crumbled with the weathering of centuries, some were smooth marble with new black writing and laid with floral tributes. Most though, were overgrown and unkempt, for now even their mourners

What she found was startling. She found that some years ago some scientist had come up with a chemical that can make the dead bodies come alive. The scientist had experimented with dead rats, and wanted to experiment with humans. He didn’t have dead bodies to experiment this, so he decided to go to the graveyard and dump the chemical over the tombs. “It seems like some scientist was planning the dead bodies to come alive. We should go back to see if that’s a possible explanation.” Pepper realized. “Ok, but I don’t want to get close. Let’s stay back, we don’t know what they are or if they are dangerous.” Brando proposed. Pepper and Brando started to make their way back to the graveyard, and by that time the sun had set. They made it to the graveyard to see what was happening. The zombies had their arms outstretched and all they could hear was their moaning noises. Pepper watched as they just bumped into the gate multiple times. “What do you think we should do?” Brando asked. “We should make a plan. We have to tell our friends what is out there and they have to stick with us. We should make a survival kit with food, water, and weaponry with sharp objects.” Pepper

Brando looked frightened and he was out of breath while Pepper was calm and collected. “Hey man, what are you guys doing out here?” Ziggy asked calmly. “There are weird creatures out here. Help us!” Brando blurted between his breaths. “Oh, I think I know what those are. Those are zombies, they can eat your brains.” Ziggy remembered. “Well what do we do?” Brando yelled. “You have to kill the brain. Here, come with me, I have been planning this day since I watched Dead Man 101.” Ziggy responded as he welcomed them into the house and down to the basement. Brando and Pepper were amazed at what Ziggy had been hiding for so long. There were rows and shelves filled with hand guns and swords. It looked like he had raided a gun store. “Are you ready to suit up and go after all those dead men?” Ziggy asked. “Oh yeah I’m ready to get out there.” Pepper responded. Pepper, Brando, and Ziggy all got ready to go outside and beat some zombie brain. They wore bulletproof vests, a hand gun and a sword holster. They wanted to kill as many zombies as possible before they started multiplying. They started their adventure and went