Nadim stormed about angrily. He was kicking rocks about. He saw a snake slithering across the dusty ground. Taking his anger out on the snake he picked up a rock and hurled it at the innocent reptile. The rock smashed the snake's head open. It lay motionless on the ground. Dead. Nadim picked up the snake wondering whether or not it counted as food. Suddenly the snake's body began to twitch. Shocked Nadim dropped the snake. He saw its eyes. They were as red as blood. The snake had returned from the dead. The hissing serpent bit him on the arm. Nadim screamed in pain. The venom started to act immediately. He began to froth at the mouth and fell to the ground writhing in pain. Nadim jerked one more time then stopped moving. He was dead.
Unaware of Nadim’s death Eliot and Ellie went off to find somewhere more quiet. They found a tunnel. The tunnel was pitch black inside. Eliot pulled out a torch.’ Where did you get that?’ Ellie asked. ‘I stole it from that Campbell boy before…the…crash.’ The crash had stopped Eliot in his tracks. It had clearly startled him, ‘Come on. Let’s go.’ Eliot turned on the torch. The cave was a circular shape. Eliot could hear dripping. Could it be blood? They heard a noise. They turned around. It was only a rat. They turned back round and saw a shadowy figure further down the cave. They moved towards it. Eliot shouted out ‘Hello?’ The shadow saw the pair. It groaned. ‘Are you ok?’ Ellie asked concerned. The pair walked towards it. The figure was faced away from them. Eliot turned it round thinking it would be a disorientated hiker but in front of him was a decomposed, rotting zombie. Blood was all over its face, dripping from its eyes and mouth. Its teeth were stained with blood. It had little hair. The skin on top of its head was peeling away, showing its brain. Maggots crawled out of its nose. It lunged forwards the maggots fell from his nose it bit Eliot in his neck. Blood spurted against the wall. He staggered then fell to the ground. Ellie turned and ran. She ran back down the tunnel but she tripped. The zombie grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back to Eliot’s corpse. She put her head next to his. Sobbing. Suddenly Eliot’s corpse re-animated. He grabbed Ellie’s face. He dug his nails into her cheeks. Blood leaked out of the wounds. The Eliot zombie pulled his hands to the left and ripped her face right off, like a child undoing his Velcro shoes. Muscles and staring blue eyes looked back at the Eliot zombie. Ellie screamed. Then fell to the floor. Eliot then started to rip up her face. He put it to his mouth and started chewing it.
Back in the tunnel the group was getting bored. ‘I’ve had enough of this,’ said Harry, ‘I’m going to go and look for some food, anyone coming?’ ‘I’ll go,’ replied Beth, ‘I’m getting quite hungry myself.’ The pair walked out the tunnel and went right. ‘There has to be some food round here,’ Harry said optimistically. ‘What’s that?’ Beth said confused. On the horizon they saw a sort of shack. It looked like a bomb shelter. Harry and Beth ran to the building. They opened that door. It swung open with a creak. In front of them were some barrels at the back, some shelves on the side with some boxes on, and a trap door in the centre of the room. ‘Have a look on them shelves, maybe there is some food in them boxes,’ Harry said bossily. The duo searched the shelves in search of food. Beth screamed. ‘There was a spider. I hate spiders.’ Beth turned a shade of red. Harry found a flashlight. ‘Come on, there’s no food in here. Let’s have a look under that trapdoor.’ Harry said, starting to get agitated by the lack of food. He pulled the door up above his head. A rusty staircase stood below them. They got to the bottom of the stairs. Harry turned on the flashlight. The torchlight showed stalactites hanging from the roof like the dead bodies of criminals that had been hung century’s ago, there was a pool of water at the back of the cave. Huge cobwebs went up the sides of the cave. Bones were scattered on the ground. Beth and Harry could hear scuttling behind them, they turned around. There was nothing there. Then something gooey dropped on Beth’s shoulder. They looked up and saw a twenty five foot spider looking down at them with its eight eyes. Beth screamed. The spider raised its abdomen and shot a sticky string at her. She tried to run but the web stopped her. Beth’s body was wrapped up in a silk tomb. Harry could still hear her screaming. ‘HELP!’ The spider came down from its web. It stabbed its sting into her back, injecting her with a nerve poison. Beth screamed louder than before. Her body began to shake. She fell to the ground. The spider then dragged her body back up to its web. Harry could still hear faint screaming. Then it stopped. Her body was, twitching like someone who has just drank five cups of coffee.
Harry ran backwards, but he tripped over a bone. Looking into the darkness, He heard a buzzing. A giant bug flew out and It grabbed him with two of its six hue legs, its large, bulbous eyes stared at him. The buzzing from its wings almost deafened him. It took him up to its nest. It pinned him down and spayed a liquid into his face. His face started to burn. His eyes started to melt. Harry started screaming. Giant maggots came out of the nest. They hadn’t eaten in years. They bit into Harry. They ripped his body limb from limb. The maggots then ate the rest of his body while the bug flew back into the darkness. Waiting for the next unsuspecting victim to wander into is trap.
Guy, Lorna and Laura were waiting in the other tunnel. They were starting to get hungry. ‘Look over there,’ said Lorna, ‘there is a light, maybe there is some food.’ The group moved down the tunnel. When the group got to the light hundreds maybe thousands of zombies were stumbling about in front of them. Laura screamed. The noise had attracted the zombie’s attention. ‘Right you two, get out. I’ll run down there and maybe the zombies will follow me.’ Said Lorna, bravely, ‘Good luck.’ ‘Thanks Lorna,’ said the pair. She ran off making loads of noise and waving her arms about. The zombies followed her down another tunnel. ‘Come on, let’s get out.’ Guy noticed an opening in the roof. ‘Up there; an escape’ Guy said quickly. Guy and Laura heard a scream from down the tunnel. The zombies had caught up with Lorna. The pair ran up some ladders up to a metal platform. ‘Quick move. Laura you first.’ Laura had gotten through the hole in the ceiling when a zombie came up behind guy and grabbed him. It pulled him to the ground. ‘NO! GUY!’ screamed Laura. ‘QUICK! SAVE YOURS…’ Guy was cut off. The zombie ripped open his torso. Laura could see all of Guy’s internal organs. His heart was still beating slowly. Guy screamed. Then stopped moving. The zombie plunged his hand into Guy’s corpse like a policeman dunking a jam doughnut into a hot cup of coffee. He got a hand full of Guy’s intestines and brought it to its rotten mouth. It sunk its teeth into the organs. Blood dropped onto is ripped, stained shirt. ‘No!’ Laura wept.
She crawled out of the hole and stood on top of the mountain. She stopped and thought of all of her friends, Eliot, Lorna, Guy, Beth, Harry, Ellie, Sam and Nadim. Tears streamed down her face and dripped onto the sandy floor, making a small puddle. Suddenly a pair of blood stained hands burst out. They latched on to her foot. Holding on as tight as it could. Laura yelled. The zombie pulled Laura back towards the hole she crawled through. She dropped back through the floor. She could see guys body. He was pale. Laura was screaming. The zombies that were distracted had come back. Laura could see familiar faces in the crowd of death. Eliot, Lorna, Ellie and Nadim were lurching towards her. She looked back over to Guy. His body started to move. He stood up. His liver and stomach fell from his body and splattered on the ground. His ribcage swung back and forth like saloon doors in a gale. Laura jumped down from the platform. ‘Come on! You’re going to have me, so have me!’ Laura shouted. She ran into the middle of the crowd yelling. A scream echoed through the cave. Then it all went quiet. Nothing could be heard apart from the groaning of the dead.
By James Haselden 10T1
