It landed close to a tree that was adjacent to the dog house.
Frank started towards it, but suddenly a branch from the tree fell almost crushing my ball.
I stepped back into what I thought was a fence, but it felt dead, but alive.
Frank scooped up my football & turned towards me and terror filled his face.
P P Peter! Run! Zombie! He yelled!
I looked back and saw the terror for myself.
The fence was no fence at all, but a zombie like creature with grueling features.
I yelled out! Zombie!
The house began to transform in front of our eyes.
The grass turned a deep purple and in that moment I felt my heart drop and my feet became hot.
We dashed toward the side of the house that seemed safe. spinning off zombie branches, hurdling over deadly sprinklers.
Determined not to get caught in the zombie maze.
Frank tossed me my football as he attempted to jump the fence, but a zombie branch grabbed his right leg out of no where.
Ahhhhhh! Peter help, he yelled!
All I had was my football.
I stepped back a bit and threw my ball as hard as i possibly could.
I hit the zombie right between the eyes.
Frank fell over the fence.
The zombie fell back, that gave me just enough time to hop the fence before I was next.
I hurled over the fence like Jerry Rice catching a pass from Joe Montanna.
Frank looked at me and then passed out.
We actually made it out alive. I couldn’t believe it.
I had enough adventure for the day. I was thirteen and saw my life flash before me.
Frank suddenly woke up, screaming zombies! zombies!
I shook him and said, forget the game man. let’s go get some lunch.
We won’t cut through anymore houses today.
We shook on it and ran to the main street.
R.I.P my football. Another gift lost. Another explanation for my mom.
- A. Grant