The Zombie Apocalypse

It was 8:45 in the morning. If I had it my way, I would still be asleep. I was in the middle of my big math exam. I zoned out and got lost in my thoughts when an announcement came over the loudspeakers. It was the principal telling us to go home and cling tight to your family, because soon--and then he shouted. I heard a rip and a scream of agony. There was a distinct thirst in the attacker's growl. I could tell it had finally happened--the zombie apocalypse. I live at the house just over the hill from the school. I grabbed my things and ran all the way home dodging bloodthirsty monsters my whole way. All I could think about was my sister and my dad. My mom had died when I was little, so they're all I had. I see my house. All of the windows are closed and the doors are shut. This gives me hope. That meant that my family was in there scared to death probably wondering where I was. Zombies from all over were tailing me on my way home. As they're coming toward me I jam open the door, then immediately turn around and lock it. The news is on. My dad's gun is on the table. My sister must have been trying to prepare herself for whatever was going to happen. I grab the gun and run to look for my family. I scream for my sister, but I realize that there's a slurping and grunting coming from her room. I burst in there with the gun loaded. One of those brain eating demons is hunched over my sister. Out of shock, I shoot he gun and barely hit his back. The zombie gets aggravated at the shot and turns around, but I shoot him straight in the forehead before he could to anything. Then I examine the face of the zombie. I see the face of my own father. He was slumped over her eating the brain of the person he gave life to. I had just shot my father. The two people I had left were both gone. It looked like I was on my own.