zombie versus time

Chapter four

Zamuel laid on his back in his bed, staring up at his ceiling. His thoughts were flying all over the place. And he was too frightened to sleep.

It felt like hed be attacked if he did as much as a blink.

Before learning that Peter was having the same dreams as he was, he was unshaken by the reoccurring nightmare. But now, every inch of his body screamed out fear.

His eyes drifted their way to the clock in his room, 9:30 p.m. in his house, his parents made sure that when it was nine, everybody went to bed.

Both his mom and dad did work out of town and always had to leave home around five in the morning, so going to bed early was the only way that they could get enough sleep.

Zamuel turned in his bed again, restless. He just wasn feel comfy enough to slide into sleep.

Though it wasn like he ever found it comfortable to sleep. He had never been a sleep loving human. He would rather spend his nighttime reading, than drooling from experiencing a wonderful dream.

And no, he wasn reading to pass his exams. He had stopped doing that long ago. Whether he read or not, it was certain that he would come up in the top three from the science department.

The only reason why he continued to spend time with his books was so he could overtake his bestfriend and rival, Peter. Peter always came ahead of him in school and he didn like that.

After picking up his phone when he had turned on the lamp, he opened his class application and went into his biology ebook.

Flipping the mobile pages, he finally settled for evolution.

He had thought that this would solve his anxiety. It didn . Not in the least.

Instead, the topic did amplify the images of the bright green zombies. It got him thinking about them more.

About how mutation could happy in a man, turning him into a zombie. How a bite from one zombie might be able to change the generic structure of a person.

Miffed, he shut down his phone and threw it onto the desk.

He put out the light of his lamp and tried to go to sleep again.

”Focus… Focus… ”, He cooed gently to himself. A futile effort to calm himself down. He was indeed trying to take his mind away from everything that was bothering him.

And that was when he heard it. As he laid there in his bed with his brain as tired as the rest of his body.

He heard a creak somewhere in the house. Somewhere beneath his room. That was definitely the sitting room.

He knew that sound hadn come from his parents room, and he was quite aware that none of his parents had come out their room since they went in.

If they had, he would have heard the squeaking sound of their room.

He won have been bothered if he had a sibling. But knowing he was an only child was enough to awaken all his senses.

He strained his ear, attempting to hear even the slightest bit of sound. He had to make sure if the sound was just his imagination playing some tricks of sought on him.

Milliseconds became seconds and there was still no sound. He was forced to conclude that the sound was only in his head.

But…

Just when he had admitted to himself that the creaking sound from earlier wasn real, it came again.

It was real. It wasn his brain and fears that were playing a trick in him.

Zamuels whole body stiffened and went rigid. There was someone in the house. He wasn sure who. Or now, what?

A zombie? His heart began to race at the thoughts of a zombie trudging through the darkness down in the house.

The hair on the back of his neck were already standing straight and taut.

He gingerly got out of bed, trying to make only the barest sound when his barefoot came in contact with the cold floor.

He grabbed a torch from the cupboard, his thumb patiently resting on its knob. He was ready to go.

Slowly, he pulled his door open and for the first time in forever, he noticed how loud his door squeaked. It seemed like it was loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood.

But yet, he willed that the intruder won hear that sound.

He walked with his memory because he could hardly see a single thing. Not even the walls on either sides of him.

He couldn risk putting on the torch as that would give him away. He didn want to be seen yet.

He was already having a rethink of his actions when he reached the sitting room. Should he go back up the stairs to wake his parents?

Though that sounded like a better plan, it was too late because he was already down here.

He wished he could just go back to his room and force himself to sleep. Pretend like he didn hear anything. If only he could.

He pushed the switch of the flashlight forward, flooding the entire room with light.

There was not a single body in sight. He knew it was a waste coming down here. ”Hello. Is anyone here? ”, He questioned no one in particular.

He had been so sure that there was someone, or something, down here. But now? He wasn so sure anymore.

”Guess I was just imagining things. I might be lacking so much sleep ”. He was about to turn when he froze in place.

Even his feet were too frightened to move.

He could sense a presence behind him. There was someone standing behind him.

Slowly, he cranked his neck and shoulders until he was staring at a person. Zamuel almost screamed himself out of his skin, when he stumbled into a man.

He didn see the face, because whoever it was, was using an helmet.

”Who are… ”, He began.

But before he could complete his question, he felt sharp pain explode behind his neck.

There was someone else in the room, and that person had hit him.

He would have shouted for help if he weren so weakened all of a sudden.

He felt his body plummet to the ground.

”You weren supposed to hit him ”

”Im sorry, I was nervous ”.

That was the last thing he heard before the darkness consumed his consciousness