The zombie walked up, his clothes ripped and detaching from his body. Drake looked up, staring into the creature's eyes. Finally, he got a good look at them. He looked away, unable to maintain eye contact with the deformed human solid white eyes. Looking up to strike it, Drake was entranced by them. He saw something trying to take control over the endless white that consumed the pupil of their eyes.
He was just checking over his parents zoo for then before going to an airsoft war with his friends. Then he was attacked by the unknown lab experiment of unknown origin.
Breaking contact, Drake lifted up his pick-axe and swung sideways, steel colliding with the unknown thing. The pick was lodged into the skull, a sickly yellow substance oozing out to the ground. Quickly dislodging his pick-axe, Drake lifted his airsoft M4A1 and released a spray of pellets into the monster’s face, or what used to be it’s face, and was now a brown and yellow mess. The pellets did nothing but to disappear into the mess, not even pausing the zombie.
Drake screamed, stumbling as he ran backwards. He pulled out the napalm grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it with all of his remaining strength. It arced through the air, falling behind the zombie- then detonated.
Nothing but smoke came out.
Drake turned back- running towards the survivors’ stronghold to get more ammunition. He took a risky glance behind him while running and saw a group of the human-like monsters walking towards him. He dove through the door of the survivors' weapon cache- then sprang up, grabbing a cattle-prod off the wall and swinging it around. Kicking open the door, Drake clicked the trigger and sent a blaze of electricity toward the zombies lumbering after him. The zombies convulsed, falling on the cement- finally lying still.
Drake lunged, swinging a steel pipe he ripped off the wall in a downward motion and separating head from torso on the one that had survived.
“Oh my God! What was that? Was that one of the monsters they've been telling us about on the news?” Drake screeched, falling to the ground in exhaustion. His relaxation was cut short, though, by a zombie breaking through his door.
The door splintered, sending shards of shrapnel into the air, exploding like fireworks. Drake rolled away, grabbing the prod off the ground after throwing the pipe towards the nearest nightmare. Then he shoved the prod into the monstrosity’s chest, pushing the button. The zombie exploded due to the setting Drake had it set on, spreading flaming body parts in the air.
A red light blinked on the prod: low charge. Drake dropped the prod and ran outside, grabbing another pick-axe on his way out, it can't run out of battery. He knew that he had to reach the police office, he knew that had the training and equipment to help him stop the beasts.
He stopped as a wail shattered the eerie silence. All the animals were still as he paced through the zoo. When the wailing paused, he didn’t want to risk being attacked again by the humanoid monster- and ran out of the zoo.
As he sprinted, he ran into yet another Zombie.0. In seconds he was back on his way, pick-axe buried in the monstrosity’s chest. He ran on, glancing back to see if any more were chasing him. Not that it mattered, as they seemed extremely slow and clumsy. He bolted into the police station, yelling: “Police Officer Davis! I need help- these abominations got into the zoo!”
“Drake! Are you okay?!” Officer Davis yelled, running out of his office while buttoning his shirt and throwing on his police cap.
“Yes, sir. I'm okay- I was cleaning up after hours for my parents- when I was attacked. Luckily, I managed to grab a pick-axe from the old mining supply store. I was just about done, and was about to leave and have an airsoft war so I had my gun on me which helped me kill some of them. Eventually, I threw a napalm grenade at the monster- but it malfunctioned- no fiery explosion for the undead,” Drake retold bitterly, wincing at the memory of almost becoming one of them. “Okay; was there anyone else in the zoo at the time?” Davis asked- fear spreading over his face like a rash.
“No, but I heard a moaning sound coming from across the zoo.” Drake replied, anger showing in his voice, the wail in the zoo springing to his mind. Officer Davis stood up, brushing invisible crumbs off his pants. He started to walk out the door, when suddenly, the wail began again.
Drake froze, then turned around without a sound. He looked at the officer, an expression of fear now plastered to his face like the wet hair on his head- that was bad. Davis drew his pistol and tossed it to Drake- who caught it by the handle. He spun on his heel, pulling up the gun and aiming it to the lock. Davis walked out, emerging back a minute later toting a hulking machine gun- “This will kill that beast!” He roared, using the sights he aimed and clicking off the safety with a pop.
so I guess I'll go ahead and say welcome to YWS! Time to get cracking...I'll be nice. 
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