STORY

One night in an old broken down orphanage in the middle of a little town everybody was sleeping apart from one little boy who was staring out among the cemetery. All of a sudden clouds quickly turned murky green and red lighting bolts struck the town, houses burst into flames, buildings shook and swayed. A humongous red lighting bolt struck the cemetery. The shock blasted the boy off his feet and sent him flying across the room and hitting the wall. Then everything blacked out… 

The boy woke up to the sounds of screams. He was terrified, people started yelling but the boy couldn’t make out what they were yelling so he opened the window so he could hear better and it worked. People were shouting out “zombie zombie” until their shouts turned to screams of pain and then everything went quiet. The boy snuck into the Administrators room to grab a light, everybody in the orphanage was banned from entering but this was an emergency. So quietly the boy opened the door, each time the hinges screeched he flinched. He tiptoed into the room and found it on a shelf right beside the bed as the boy reached out to grab the light he accidentally knocked over a phone in charge. It crashed onto the floor then a voice in his head yelled at him “she’s walking up run”. The boy quickly grabbed the light and then dashed out of the room and into the shivering cold of the airy night.

Ear piercing moans alerted him so the boy turned on the light. It alumanted the street and it was a terrifying sight. People walked towards him with scratches and bones sticking out of their shoulders, legs and arms. Startled, the boy began running away with no sense of direction except getting away from the zombies. Everywhere he ran zombies emerged from the shadows. As the boy ran thoughts like “what was that voice that talked to him in the room?” “Why did the clouds turn green?” raced through his head. 

All of a sudden something sent shivers down the boy’s spine and he knew it was the voice, “go to the warehouse on the hill and get carrot fertilizer because the zombies go back to normal if you spray them” the voice silently whispered. The boy knew where the warehouse was because he used to see it out his window in the orphanage so he eventually found the hill and started to make his way up the hill. Soon the boy could see the warehouse appearing on the edge of the hill but something wasn’t right. As the boy reached the warehouse he noticed the windows were shattered and an airy silence descended on the hill.   

As the boy walked up to the door he saw it was bolted shut so he decided his only way in was the windows. He jogged over to a window, it was a narrow but tall window. The boy examined the window and noticed there were still quite a few shards left around the frame. The boy knew it would be dangerous to climb through the window so he grabbed a stick nearby and bashed the remaining shards away so he could climb through the window. 

Once he was inside the warehouse he took in his surroundings. He was surrounded by rows of tools like hammers and jigsaws, he quickly grabbed a hammer to defend himself in case of an emergency. As he walked past the rows of other things that the boy had never seen before he spotted the fertilizer row. The boy quickly found the carrot fertilizer but then he realized there was a problem, “how could he spray the fertilizer at the zombies?”. 

He found a big water gun hidden amongst the bags and filled it with the fertilizer. While he was doing this, the hammer slipped from his hand, it clattered to the floor with a crash. He turned the corner and finished loading his gun, zombies were running towards him but with four sprays they were down. Once again the voice rang through his head, this time it said, “find the row that has plants and gardening tools, bye bye, you will have to figure the rest out”. It wasn’t long until the boy found the right row. At the end of the row an army of zombies armed with shovels, hoes and whatever they could get their hands on guarding an oval shaped portal. The boy quickly took aim at the zombies and fired until there were three zombies left standing but his gun wasn’t squirting fertilizer any more, panicking, the boy realized he had run out of fertilizer. Noticing that the gun was useless to him now he dropped the gun and grabbed a hoe off a shelf, first he used the hoe to sweep the first zombie of their feet and then bashed the end of the hoe into the side of the second zombies head with a crash the zombie fell to the floor unconus next the last zombie came running, this time the boy dropped the hoe and did a roundhouse kick to the ribs of the zombie there was a gross crack as the zombies ribs broke it went down clutching their ribs. The boy ran up to the portal and he heard the portal silently humming so the boy took a deep breath and stepped through the portal. With a flash of light he was sitting in his bed in the orphanage and could see clear icey blue sky and white misty clouds out his window. Everything was normal, he was relieved that everything was over.   

Do you have any idears to add on to my story?

last week we started doing a new writing thing. Its called I heard a wisper but no one was there. The teacher  showed us a piece of writing that AI made and made us check for errors and stuff and tryed to teach us how the teachers mark our writing so we can do that stuff so we get marked higher and we inprove in writing.

Here is my burger planing.

Do you know why its called a burger planing?

hint look at the picture!!!