Zombie Short Story

For my World Lit. class I was required to write a short story, so I decided on a short story about zombies. Here it is and hope you enjoy it.

Nobody really knew what to call it; some called it “the disease,” others called it “the sickness,” few called it “the healing.” Personally, I didn’t know what to call it, for me it was just ruining my life, my parents are dead because of it, I can’t go anywhere without the smell of death, and to top it off, I have to care for my nine year old brother. All I know is that before this all happened, my life was great and now it’s just falling apart.
Nobody knows what caused this pandemic, some blame the government, some say that they are trying to rid of all of us, but in my opinion that’s just bogus. Some others blamed the Germans and they’re new attempt to take over, but this is just too extreme for that possibility, I even heard that Germany is taken over as well. I heard that all over the world these undead monsters are everywhere, taken over every city, town, and even the non-rural areas, even the areas with great armies and battalions. Even the most innocent of countries have been taken over.
People have tried to make a stop to this, they’ve bordered of entire cities only to enclose themselves with what they were trying to prevent. I’ve seen defenses burned to the ground by these creatures that have caught fire and just kept coming. I’ve seen an entire clip of an AK-47 loaded into one of these bodies’s, but it kept coming, acting like nothing was happening. I’ve seen priests and other holy men try to bless these lifeless beings, only to be surrounded, then torn and eaten alive. No matter what, I could never forget those ear-piercing screams that have been engraved in my mind. All this happening and loss of hope has driven me to thoughts of suicide, but then I’d leave my brother alone and helpless to these terrible monsters.
The dead are starting to rise again.
Here I am, sitting in this small apartment with my little brother, the door locked. My brother is sleeping on the bed, that sounds good right now, but somebody has to keep watch. I’m sitting trying to meditate, but there’s too much going on right now in order too.
I start to meditate again, and just when my mind clears, I remember my parent’s death. It’s what makes me hate these undead creatures. We were driving down an empty highway in our RV when a mob of the creatures appeared in the middle of the road, when they saw us coming, they turned and started lurching towards us. My father, who was driving, stepped on the gas and tried to plow through them, but one broke through the windshield, letting even more in. They started yelling at me to get my brother and get out and I did as I was told. I grabbed my brother and ran out through the back door. We were still moving at maybe 20 mph when we jumped out. Upon landing I twisted my ankle, but I still had to run on it with my brother along side me. We ran off the side of the road through the underbrush and as I looked back the last thing I saw of was the RV smothered in undead corpses. The last thing I saw of my mother was one of her arms being torn off and her scalp being ripped open. The last thing I heard from my parents was one of those dreadful screams of excruciating pain. My brother and I ran and never stopped till we reached some civilization that wasn’t closed off. Luckily, it was the first one we came to. How we got to this apartment without being spotted, I’ll never know.
After reliving this horrible ordeal, I came back to consciousness with a couple tears in my eyes. I decided I would look around the apartment a bit to search for useful objects. It wasn’t a big apartment, just enough for a bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. Not wanting to wake my brother up I searched the kitchen first for food. I found that the fridge had been out for a week now so any food in there was out of the question. I did happen to find canned goods, fruit and vegetables mainly. Looking for a can opener I found a large knife I could use for defense. Walking back into the bedroom I searched for other items I could use. I found a pistol, already loaded with three shots, and found an extra nine shots for it. I knew that this wasn’t going to be enough. Lastly, I searched the bathroom, but after immediately going in I regretted it. There was a girl wearing all sweats lying in the bathtub with bite marks all over her body. She had committed suicide by shooting her head off with a shotgun, probably not wanting to become one of them. I exited as quickly as possible and walked outside onto the balcony to rid of this smell of death.
Upon exiting the apartment I inhaled a whole lungful of air only to find that it wasn’t fresh air, but more of that smell of death, coughing and gagging I regained control of myself. I sat outside for a couple minutes and heard this moan. I listened some more and I could hear some shuffling and that moan some more, and I could hear this groan more distinctive because I could hear it very clearly. Sitting for one more moment I heard that it was above me and below me at the same time. I looked down first to see a half eaten corpse reaching up towards me along with two more corpses hitting the glass door behind it trying to reach me. Then looking up I saw another one, just one this time. It was a clown, once having a smile painted on his face, now became smeared and bloody, no longer recognizable as a clown if it wasn’t for the suit and rainbow wig he had on. I saw him lean over the rail and fall. I stepped back and watched him fall past my face and get his leg caught in the railing. After his leg got caught there was this terrible snap and weird pop. His leg then became detached from his body, while he kept falling, and falling. He fell four stories before becoming impaled on the fence that surrounded the building. After his impaling, all his inside’s came out and became entangled to the top of the fence while his body kept sinking down into the fence. Even after all this he was still reaching towards me, as if he was still trying to reach me. This caused quite a stir and soon after there was a shatter above and below me. The undead were piling onto the balconies above and below, they were falling from the upper balconies like a never ending waterfall of undead corpses and miscellaneous body parts. I ran inside only to find the door hanging open and these creatures pouring in. The room my brother’s in was filled and emanating from the room was the sound of tearing and that terrifying scream. I brought out my gun to shoot them. I shot the three bullets already in it, resulting in two head shots and one body shot. I had to reload fast because now they were coming after me. I knew my brother was dead so I backed up onto the balcony shooting as I backed away. I shot eight shots then nine then click… I realized that I was out of bullets, I was cornered, and those undead nightmares just kept coming towards me.