Zombies!

Author's note: this is the writing piece about Halloween we had to write about in language arts today.  I got zombies.  

I  died a slow and painful death when the bullet hit my head.  Once all the life drained from my body, my attacker sank into the shadows and disappeared just as uniformed humans arrived and tried reviving me.  After several failed attempts, they placed me into a large plastic bag that fit me perfectly .  Once in it, I waited.  And waited.  And waited.  Finally after an eternity, I was put into a coffin.  Yes I said a coffin.  The very same kind of box vampires use in the movies.  I slept silently and peacefully in my very own coffin, until I was finally buried in a large, rectangular hole in the middle of the cemetery. 

As the last of the rotten earth was finally placed on top of my tomb, an unimaginable energy flowed through me.  My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head.  My arms sprang forward and instinctively pushed up on the cover of my coffin.  The strength from my arms was incredible.  It took me only five minutes to push the cover of my coffin and dig through the enormous pile of dirt covering my grave. 

I was alive, well, at least I thought I was.  No thoughts filled my head, which allowed me only a few skills.  Choosing where I walked was not among them as my legs took me to through the gates of the cemetery and out onto the main highway.  As I walked- if you could call it that- down the highway, a car stopped right in front of me.  A man of about 40 years of age got out from behind the steering wheel.    He spoke, but I could not understand his words.  My feet dragged me to the man until I was right in front of him.  That's when I attacked.

First, both my arms swung and started hitting the man.  He cried out in surprise and fell to the ground.  Then, I jumped up on top of the man and started beating him.  Eventually, after enough pounding, he fell limp.  I reached for his head, but was interrupted by a single bullet.  It hit me right where the first bullet hit me when  I died the first time, right in the back of the head.  I slumped to the ground, this time dead for good.