7 months into a zombie invasion, Finn is alone. He and a small group of other children are scattered across an English theme park. They have to do their best to keep themselves safe from the murderous dead ambling around. In the end, Finn along with friends Will, Deano, Colin and Jay have to decide which is better; living in this sad, cruel world or succumbing to the Creepers...
Chapter 1
Finn paused at the top of the ladder. He looked up at the sky. It was a pale blue, and the darker shapes of clouds crawled across the sky like slugs. Finn climbed up the ladder, through the broken skylight. He clambered up and walked along the cafe roof. He walked to the edge and sat down. He was about the height of a two-storey house. His legs dangled over the side. There wasn’t much on the roof. The top of the ladder poked through one of the six skylights. The other five were intact. There were a couple of cardboard boxes, filled with rubbish. Finn couldn’t see anyone. He was used to being alone now. Well, he could never say he was truly alone. The Creepers were out there. They always were. They never went away. He liked to watch them- as long as he was out of their way. He thought they were fascinating, yet he still hated them. He despised them more than anything left on Earth.
The roof was rough and dirty brown, flecked with moss and bird droppings. The cafe itself was in a bad way. The doors and windows were boarded up, and the outside walls were filthy were the Creepers had scrabbled at them. Finn stood up slowly. He scanned the theme park, the rides broken and useless, the shops abandoned and the whole place a mess. The rollercoaster tracks looked like the skeletons of dinosaurs in the pale light. Finn loved this place; he always had, since he was a little kid. He remembered the days of setting off to Dewhurst Park early in the morning. Just him, his mum, his dad and maybe a friend. But now he loved it more than ever. It was his home. He’d lived in the cafe the past seven months.
He was at the park all those months ago when it started. Finn and his friend Dylan had come out of the park cinema one afternoon and found nothing but chaos. People dropping dead all over the place. Finn couldn’t find his parents anywhere. He and Dylan were terrified, as not only were people collapsing but they were... getting back up again. The dead, ambling around, attacking the panicking survivors. The people had split up, the mad rush of fearful humans trying to find somewhere safe. Finn and Dylan got separated. It was the last time Finn ever saw him.
Finn was used to the silence. It was better than the screaming and the shouting. He hadn’t really moved away from the cafe in all the seven months. He went out occasionally, but there was no real need to. There was a rope hanging down from the side of the roof for him to get back in when he did go out. The Creepers were too stupid and clumsy to climb it. The doors and windows had been blocked up by adults when the attack started. Finn himself was only 12 years old. He didn’t know any adults that were alive for sure.
Finn walked quietly across the roof. It was early, and he was tired. He hadn’t slept all that night. He couldn’t. Just the thought of all the Creepers lurking outside was enough. Most nights he lied on the roof, just watching the sky. Other nights he would write poetry or stories by the light of his battery torch or wind-up lantern. He treasured his home in the cafe. It was all he had, really.
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