• My niece and myself, savers of the town, had moved to California. It was December 21, 2012, when we arrived. When we landed zombies have invaded the whole airport! We were in a surprise when I heard zombies on the speaker.
    That told us that the whole airport was infected and eager to infect everyone on the plane!
    So we had to run like wild to evade the zombies until we came to a dead end! The dead end had two streets that we can get away from—They’re only two blocks away!
    I thought this was the end, until I forgot that I had my pistol and ammo packs. I refilled the pistol and went to kill the zombies. I found tons of skin on the street, so I decided to stick it all together to make a shield shirt. The shield shirt was made of skin, glued together by blood, and there are 10 layers because there was a lot of skin.
    When the coast was clear, I ran to a nearby house, asking for entrance. The woman of the house was nice, so we went inside. When the woman served us steak, we moved up the street, energized.
    We came to a non-infected airport, heavily guarded to kill zombies. We went inside, and took a plane to Washington. When we arrived, it was nice, and no zombies were crawling around. I moved to a house, and that ends this story.
    The niece, who was bored, went to Texas. She forgot that there are more tornadoes in Texas than any other state, so she got pulled up to the sky by a Category 5 tornado and was never seen again.