Perry’s Scary Adventure – Part 2


“No, please!” I shut my eyes and started to scream when I felt hands close around my mouth. This was it – either the dream would end or I would die today, right now.

“Shh!” said the perpetrator. I recognized that annoyed, abrupt voice and shot open my eyes.

There Jim was, looking just as bewildered to see me as I was to see him.

“W—What’s happening?” I mumbled

“Shut up,” he whispered, pulling me into a small tunnel which seemed to be about 100 feet long.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Just keep crawling and be quiet,” he said from in front of me.

I continued crawling considering the only other choice was to go back and see those creatures again. The tunnel was very small and could barely fit me. It was extremely dirty as well, and I could hear the distant sound of water constantly dripping and joining a puddle of more water. There was forest green algae growing along the sides of the tunnel and practically everywhere else I looked. Eventually, the tunnel opened into a small wooden house that was half destroyed.

The second my feet touched the ground, a muddy mixture soaked through my shoes and touched my feet, giving me a very icky feeling. I could hear a light squish from my shoes every time I took a step.

“Watch your step!” Jim yelled from behind.

There were broken Christmas ornaments everywhere and piles of presents spread out on the ground.

“Is this your house?” I asked.

“No, my house…” Jim paused, sighing. His lip quivered, and for the first time, I saw something I had never seen on his face before – despair.

“It got destroyed,” he said quickly. “Anyway, I think this was one of the newspaper publishers’ houses before he turned into a zombie. We visited his house a lot since him and my parents were good friends.”


“What? Zombies?” I panicked.

“Yeah, the things you just saw,” Jim replied casually.

“Where’s everyone else? Where are my parents? Why is this happening?” I unloaded a series of questions on him, hoping that he had all the answers.

“I just told you everyone else turned into zombies. And why do you think I know everything?” Jim sassed.

Jim walked to a small table, picked up a rolled up newspaper and brought it over to me.

“I do have this though,” he said, as he unrolled the newspaper and flipped through a few pages, before stopping at one and pointing at a small section.

I glanced at the top of the page and noticed that this was an unpublished newspaper.

“This is unpublished,” I said.

“Thanks, captain obvious,” scoffed Jim.

“Okay, can you stop being so annoying? If we are going to stop these ‘zombies’ we have to work together and stop fighting.” I said.

“You’re right, Perry.” Jim sighed.

I looked down to where his finger was and started reading. It was a small article, about a scientist who found the cure to reverse the effects of the recent chemical outbreak causing most of the population to turn into weird creatures. I guess the newspaper publisher also turned into one before he could publish it.

I read out loud, “Combine tetrahydrochloride and stir in hydrogen sulfate. Heat until mixture turns a dark, swampy green.”

“Maybe we should go to his lab, see what we can find there,” Jim suggested.

“Okay, but won’t there be a lot of zombies all around town. We can’t go empty-handed,” I argued.

“Here,” Jim retrieved some supplies from a corner in the room and handed me a metal bat, and grabbed one for himself too. “They outnumber us, but they’re pretty slow so we could run away if we see any trouble,” he assured me.

“Wait, do you even know where the lab is?” I asked.

“Uh, I think it’s a few blocks down from the public library,  so maybe a bit more than half a mile away,” he replied.

Jim stood up and grabbed the newspaper we had found, pushed the back door open and we walked outside, on our way to the science lab.

When we finally got to the science lab, it was locked. I circled the building looking for any windows or other possible entrances. None. I sighed and walked back over to Jim.

“Now what,” I said with a disappointed look on my face.

“I don’t know.” Jim scanned the whole page of the newspaper again with the article. “This newspaper doesn’t say anything about a key!”

“Well, we have to find it if we want to get the cure!” I exclaimed.

“Why don’t we just break the door open,” Jim said.

“Because it’s made out of steel, stupid,” I argued.

“Stupid? You haven’t done anything so far apart from complain or ask dumb questions. Now how are we supposed to look for some tiny key in this whole entire town! We’d probably die before we could even find it! But I’d rather that happen than have to work with a complete idiot like yourself,” Jim clenched his jaw.

I snatched the newspaper out of Jim’s hand, took the metal bat and walked away hurriedly, not sure where I was going.

I found a bench outside the school and sat down, dejected. Everything still felt like a nightmare – there was nobody I could talk to except for the one person I hated most because everyone else had turned into a flesh-hungry monster. I sighed and stared off at the trees, which seemed darker and gloomier than usual. Just yesterday, I was running out of this school with no idea about what would happen this winter break. I was so ungrateful for the break and school and everything, but little did I know things would become much, much worse. Yesterday was probably the last day of school I would ever go to. I was brought back to the present when I felt a tap on my shoulder.


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