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The Virus

squeeeak went the door to a bar I got my gun held up and my torch underneath. I was looking everywhere and it was clear.
"Come in it's clear," I said to my homies.
"Ok so why are we at a deserted bar?" asked my mum.
"To get suplies," replied my dad.
"At a bar. What are we looking for a bottle of beer?" asked my mum with sarcasm.
"I wish," said my sister Taylor trying to cool.
"Is this a really good time to be funny?" I asked.
"Calm down," replied Taylor.
"No we might get attacked and maybe bitten," I replied.
"He is right you know," said my dad trying to stop this little argument.
"Ok Taylor just go behind the counter and get some suplies," told my dad.
"Ok," replied Taylor.
She went behind the counter and knelt down to find some suplies. 
 "Look out it's a Zombie!" I yelled.
BANG went my dad's gun headshot straight at the zombie. The zombie fell and my sister screamed.
"Arrrgghh," went two more zombies.
"Don't shoot you'll attract even more zombie they may be deadish but they have very good hearing. Dad you should know because we watched The Walking Dead before all this happened," I told my dad.