((Fail. I couldn't come up with a better title! I am relying only on originality (I don't read other entries before I post) and grammar
Oh, well. I had fun researching zombies, and writing the story. Can't wait 'till someone wins it and I get to see what it looks like fully grown! BTW, Arrow and Sora...pure awesomeness.))
The Hidden Cavern
By: Mia & Kae (Kae)
The dark clouds rolled in, and rain pounded my back. Occasional white rods of lighting lit the distant sky, and was reflected in the puddles and on the tombstones. The lights surrounding the cemetery shut off, and I was enveloped by darkness. Grrrrroooooaaaahhhhhhuh. I stopped dead in my tracks, and every muscle in my body tensed.
This is how you would expect that I would find an undead pet, but that story is not correct. This is how it actually happened:
That fateful day, my history class and I were going on a field trip to a retired military base. There were no omens of Undead-Location, like in the movies. The bus ride through the dessert was long and boring, my friends and I tried to pass the time.
“Keira! Look at this M.A.S.H. I made for Zahra: She lives in a shack, has a pet Thestral, and drives a tractor! Ha!” My friend Hana shouted, laughing. Hana was the loud, funny one in the group. She was short, like me, too.
“That’s hilarious, Hana! Who is she married to, and where does she live? Alabama, and her brother?” I responded, laughing.
“You guys suck.” Zahra said, laughing at the prediction of her future. She was the tall, quiet, shy one. She laughed more than she spoke.
We chatted for a while acting like any friends: laughing at stupid things. Squished together on the bus seat, poor Hana was smashed against the window. Looking outside, I absorbed my surroundings. We were in the middle of no where, nothing but desert. The sky was lit, and there were absolutely no clouds. The entire land seemed brown, dead.
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Hana, Zahra, and I all scrambled to be first out of the bus, and landed in the drive way of the ancient military base. The sound of gravel crunching under our feet met our ears, and the entire place reeked of dust and old. The buildings that hadn’t been restored were old and faded, just like everything else in the God forsaken place.
“This place is terrible! Why can’t we just ditch this dang trip and find somewhere else to go? Hey, I bet there’s a field we can play Flag Football in instead!” Hana blurted loudly, like always.
Zahra and I laughed, and simultaneous yeahs echoed through the herd of kids. I zoned out a little, studying the area while my history teacher, Mr. Pearson, told us about the history of the site. During the tour, my small group of friends wandered around to give ourselves a separate tour. We laughed over how scary the insides of the oldest buildings where, being dorks. When we got to the oldest structure, we stopped and studied the house.
“Guys, this is creepy.” Zahra whispered, as if she didn’t want to wake any one inside from their slumber.
“Nah. But it does look like an old pilgrim house or something.” I said. None of us laughed, or giggled, or smiled. We were immersing ourselves in the area. It was covered in cobwebs, and was filled with dining tables and beds. Everything looked centuries old. In the biggest room of the house, I looked at a large desk, scattered with papers. One big book looked like a journal.
“Keira…the kitchen is filled with food…perishable…and it’s all new…how weird!” Hana said quietly. Suddenly, I crashed through the wooden floor boards. My friends rushed to help me, and in the end, we where all below the building. It appeared like a cavern someone had dug, and was filled with weird machines, all charred black, like the after-effect of a fire.
“Let’s get out of here!” I shouted. We scrambled around, looking for a way out.
“Guys! A ladder, and a window!” Zahra said. While we were rushing toward it, trying to be the first out of that place, when I tripped on a rock.
The rock was dark and the dirt flaked from it with the slightest touch. The rock was over grown with dead roots and caked with mud. The weirdest things was, it was shaped like an egg, and glowed green. It felt cold in my fingers; not ice cold, but
dead cold. I sensed an odd...yearning, a hunger coming from the rock.
I stuffed it in my pocket hastily, and ran after my friends.
I can’t wait to get this thing under a microscope in Mrs. Rodriguez’s class. I bet its radioactive! I didn’t tell any of my friends about the rock. Hana and Zahra would want to see it themselves, then we would fight over who got to keep it. My group found our way back to the class, and followed through with the rest of that boring field trip. But, I had yet to discover…that my discovery I was so intrigued with…was no rock.
