Just Your Average Dead WoodlandGhillie Less Than 25% Done A couple teens and adults find each other, and try to survive the zombie invasion as well as dealing with the age differences and with going a little nutty. Set in a suburb around D.C; the US capital. (Basically an extremely heavily populated area.) This fiction has not been rated as it is not yet complete (Expect PG13)

Hi. I’m Theo. I’m your average, middle-school, B-grade student. Like a regular kid, I wait until the end of the day to run home at the first sign of the bell, just like everyone else at school. Average. When home, I do homework, get something to eat, then play a game, or watch T.V; just like everyone else. Regular. Then I go to bed, wake up, and go to school, just like everyone else. Normal. Normal… normal is a strong word, excepting it’s normal definition. Normality is the ball and chain around our ankles. Except when someone tosses a hacksaw next to us, when we finally get a choice, we get a chance to escape this average life, what do you choose? Do you cut away, then what? Do you run? Where? Where do you go? Is it that we have had this chain so long we just want something different? But different isn’t regular. No, different is something totally different. And one day, out of this average thing called life, I chose something different. It’s the little things, trying a new shampoo, going out to eat for dinner, maybe even start going to a gym. And that’s just what I did. I chose something different. That day, I woke up. That day, I went on the bus to school. That day, I ate lunch. That day, I learned everything natural must have a lifespan, must live and die. That day, my choice was to walk the mile home, or take the bus. I chose to walk home, I thought I should get to know my neighborhood. I could probably get home faster as well. Who knows? Maybe I could say hello to a neighbor I never knew. Of course, this is the suburbs, and it isn’t your classic Leave it To Beaver neighborhood. I didn’t know many people, I was never particularly social, but I always had friends spread across my suburb, friends that I had been with for years, and years. Some of them were Boy Scouts, some of their fathers were in the military or something. Suburb…pish, I look back on that, thinking of living right outside a city. It seemed a good idea for the traditional businessman, but what happens when the unimaginable does? Aren’t you stuck, staying in those suburbs or running out or into the city? Off topic, that happens a lot. My mind often wanders to wonder. Always calculating everything, even when I wanted not to. Walking on the street, since the sidewalk didn’t extend completely from my school to home, I noted a house that had its bottom windows were covered by some dull sheet metal. Still curious, I walked across the street to inspect a little closer. All the window blinds were shut. Odd, since it wasn’t much past 3:30. Again, I did the same thing as yesterday. I kept walking by that house, day after day, the dull metal becoming a more vibrant, red rust brown. I questioned how they would get outside the house. My curiosity made me hop the fence to circle the backyard, looking for an exit, or something. Still, all windows and doors were covered by that ever degrading sheet metal. My curiosity still not satisfied, I went to the front door, and knocked loudly twice. No answer. Thinking the inhabitants didn’t hear me, I knocked again, this time louder. There was a faint sound, a deep, deep buzz of some sort. I began to think I imagined the sound, as no other report was heard. CHAPTER TWO I began to walk home from that day on; I learned my way around my neighborhood within a mile radius. I also realized that many fences were low cut in certain places, and that a couple of stormdrains and drainage ditches could get you easily from one street to another one a few hundred feet or so.