It was a dark and stormy night, and my family and I were driving down an old, abandoned road. We had just moved to the area, and we were exploring our new surroundings.
As we drove, we came across an old cemetery that had been left to decay. The tombstones were overgrown with weeds, and the wrought-iron fence that surrounded it was rusted and falling apart.
Despite the creepy atmosphere, we decided to explore the cemetery. As we walked among the graves, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. It was as if the spirits of the dead were watching us from beyond the grave.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. We all jumped in fright and huddled together for comfort.
That’s when we heard it. A faint whispering sound, coming from somewhere deep within the cemetery. We followed the sound, our hearts racing with fear.
As we approached a particularly old and weathered tombstone, the whispering grew louder. My family and I stood frozen in terror as the ground beneath us began to shake.
Suddenly, the tombstone cracked open, and a bony hand shot out from within. We screamed in terror as more hands emerged from the earth, pulling themselves up and out of their graves.
It was then that we realized that we were standing in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. The dead had risen from their graves and were now hungry for human flesh.
We ran for our lives, but it was no use. The zombies were too fast, too strong. One by one, my family members fell to their ravenous hunger.
I was the last one standing, but I knew that it was only a matter of time before they caught up with me. As I ran towards the exit of the cemetery, I could feel their cold, clammy hands reaching out for me.
Just as I thought all was lost, a group of brave survivors appeared on the horizon. They were armed with weapons and ready to fight. Together, we battled the zombies and managed to save ourselves from certain doom.
As we drove away from the cemetery, I looked back at the tombstones and shuddered. I knew that I would never forget that night, nor would I ever return to that cursed place again.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.
