in New York
All my fault ...
Gloomy...
Why him...
Funeral
Out of all the people in the world...
Grave...
Him...
Normal day nothing has changed. I've been at the diner every day. On the wall a plaque that had a picture of him, his name, his birth and his death. Everyone around is gloomy. More questions I ask myself. If aliens exist did they have rain like this on their planet and now it was our turn? Is this why the zombies are here and it's space rain? And out of all the people in the world why Billy Bobleton? He was buried near the beach. We don't have any weathermen because everyone knows what it will be like the next day. But grief isn't all but even more than grief on my mind is anger. If I ever find that evil being that added guilt, grief, and questions I cannot answer into my life. What would happen if I took the journey I took with Bill alone?
That is the only question I could answer. I would do it all over again. I would need a submarine and scuba gear just in case. I went to the beach. Cops surrounded the water. I showed them my badge and they let me in! I wouldn't have to talk to George Gladiator if I just showed them my badge! I took a sub. I opened the hatch and water came in. I put on the scuba gear. I hoped out. Another question popped into my head: Why then could I breath without gear? There must have been something special about what happened to Bill. As it was meant to happen.
There I saw it, evil as could be. Long red hair. Banana long teeth. Pink eyes, and a red torn up t -shirt. I picked up a handful of sand. I ran toward him. I threw the sand in his face. I thought it blinded him. He jumped in the air and above water. I went back into the sub and went to surface. I took the scuba gear off and I saw him. Me and hundreds of cops chased him. He started digging in the ground. He picked up a casket. Ripped it open and took out the body. It was hard to see it the first time it and it was even harder to see it a secand time. The fleshy corpes of Billy Bobleton. The zombie roared. We looked behind us and we saw it all, an army of them. If a thought I was guilty of Bill's death before I didn't know the meaning of the word.
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