Brandon had been running for a couple miles now, trying to reach town. " Another half mile, cross the river and I'm there" he thought as fear spurred him on. His mind just wouldn't let go of horror he had just fled from at the farm. It was a good thing the zombies were slow lurching things. That's the only thing that had saved his ass after finishing chores. The horses had taken longer to bed down than usual because they were nervous and jumpy for some reason. As he exited the barn he saw his brother coming across the yard. Brandon yelled "Hey dork! Why weren't you out here helping me?" It was then he noticed there was something weird about the way Brian was walking. As he got closer he almost screamed. Blood was smeared and dripping from his brothers mouth and his eyes looked hollow and dark. Brandon started to jog out around him hollering for his mom. That was when he heard the weird moaning sounds and saw his parents. The sight completely freaked him out and his first thought was to go to the police station in town. He belonged to the Police Explorers program that was administered by the police department. He could get help there.
The scene was intense by the time he reached the river. People were covered in blood, some laying dead others moaning and lurching in random directions. "Shit!" Brandon screamed in frustration "what happened to the bridge?" There was no way he was stopping here! These people looked and acted like zombies from horror movies he always watched. Screaming with fear and frustration he took a running jump into the river and thrashed his way across. As he started climbing the opposite bank he heard somone shouting at him " stop right there, we will shoot you" ........................