Mckenna, I too wrote about the mindless monster and the negative effects it can have on someone. It's crazy to think about the lengths people will go to please someone and will overwork themselves to make sure others are happy. I believe that the only way to be truly happy is to make sure you're good first. The other aspect I agree with was your point on body language. That is something I need to work on a lot as well.
My Day of the Dead project is inspired by someone that I knew and sadly died a tragic death. Her name was Pamela Graddick. She was twenty-six years old and was like older sister to me. She was murdered about four years ago and there has been no justice for her. Pamela has knew me her whole life.
It all started when a young boy named James Mc Cow, woke up unconscious on the floor. He tried to look around, but his vision was weak, his head was spinning and, his legs felt like he ran a five hour marathon, he notices it was classroom but there was nobody in it. The last time James remembered was he was at a party and decided to have a drink, he got up from his knees and went to look out the window. He only saw was miles of trees and a dirt road, he tried to get his phone out but it was gone, he decided to go to the door and when he opened it appeared to be a very disturbing hallway.
Zombie Apocalypse is what most teens don’t imagine will happen. Anything can happen at Crestwood High school. Not only did I survive but also I conquered it. It all started with a bang, crash and boom. Next thing I knew my best friend was trying to kill me and eat my brains.
The Invasion Once a pawn a time there was a kid his name was jehoshaphat his home base teacher was stitz one day when he was eating lunch he 's friends said “look at those mashed potatoes” “what about them” jehoshaphat said “there bubbling” “wow” jehoshaphat and his friend did not eat them the rest of the day all the students looked weird the rest of the day when it was social studies something was wrong then he noticed a kid turned to a zombie they all most cornered them then “run to the door!” his friend said they looked through the window and saw “the kids are eating mr stitz” they were so freaked out they looked in mr jolliffe room and mr jolliff was gone then BOOM the door blasted open full of zombies “we need to go jehoshaphat”
There was still some daylight so the four received melee training. I showed them my weapon of choice and how I employed it using Bob as a zombie. The sternum thrust used to tip a zombie over was demonstrated. Another move I liked was to duck under the arms and place my ax between the ankles as I circled to trip them. My signature move was to circle quickly and swing for the temple as the zed turned after me.
waking up this morning I didn’t think ,I would be in the middle of a zombie apocalypse by the third hour. As my zombie classmates surround me, I climb on the cabinets that stand beside me. I break the picture frame that sits beside me and smash it. Taking a piece of glass I shove it in the temple of my friend rob. He falls and I have a small window to escape.
With my Hello Kitty bag packed with canned foods, bottled waters, medicine, clothes, and my grandma 's pistol, I would start my journey in surviving the apocalypse. My camp would be set up in my schools JROTC arms room just in case I run out of bullets for my pistol. To keep my sanity I would clutch a picture of my boyfriend to my racing heart, who 's away at a naval base, knowing I have to survive for when he finally makes it home. If I grow tired of canned food, I would venture out into my zombie infested school with my pistol loaded and cocked. If any zombie were brave enough to attack me, I would give them just what they are looking for.
Then I saw 4 huge tentacles rip out of his back. That's when I began to run. I sprinted as fast as I could but It was too late. I felt myself being slung backwards.
“We found him last night, Jason. He was just lying there and we thought he was asleep,” explained Mrs. Witt, bawling her eyes out. “What happened to him? Is he okay?” I inquired.
All three of my sisters and I bolted for the door. As much as I hated to admit it, I was scared. I didn't know what to think, it was as if I did not have enough time to think. My sisters and I sensed the fire as it tiptoed closer and closer.
The creature approached. “Get away! I’m armed!” I cried. “Can I help you?”
No time to think or no time to play, just hide. Being surrounded by many zombies that are eager for one bite of human flesh brought fear upon me. So much adrenaline running all over my system, and only one backpack provided that included one gallon of water, one blanket, one jacket, three vegetable can foods, and one harmful weapon also known as a gun. Knowing that I had to be alert of any sound coming from the front door of the classroom every single second made me learn how to create good reflexes. However, so many ideas of mine written on the board on how to get rid of this whole abomination of zombies, but only having one to choose from made me second guess myself.
I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now.
That means the undead creature may be around still. If on cue, a groan started ringing out. I quickly located the knife set we had in our kitchen, picking out the big butcher knife. Gripping it tightly, I closed my eyes, remembering what my dad said whenever we watched a zombie show. "Swing at the head Ivy."
