the massacres by estevan gonzalez
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One day, on the dark side of Mexico City at 5:00 PM a young man named Steven was walking down the street and magically disappeared. His sister, Jamie was searching frantically on the other side of town for her lost brother, Steven! Steven was held hostage by a bunch of blood sucking mindless zombies. Those zombies were asking strange questions like," Where's the money?" Steven thought," What are these beasts thinking? I'm no dog to be held here!" Jamie had concluded one explanation for her Steven's disappearance; he was on the dark side of Mexico City. She raced over even though she was scared out of her wits, to save her older brother.
Once Jamie got to the dark side of Mexico City, she started her search again, but had no idea that she was looking in the wrong place. He was underground. Three hours later, she was about to give up when she heard a scream. "AHHHHH!" She gasped at the horrible noise made her way down the sewer ladder. As she was climbing down, she realized that her brother, Steven was getting beaten to death. Blood was flying everywhere, but just when he thought that he wouldn't make it, the beating suddenly stopped and there was complete silence. He heard a lot of tumbling, and then he heard his sister. Jamie then unlocked the lock, and they both ran outside. As soon as they got out, Jamie was hysterical she asked, "What were you thinking?" Steven did not respond. He was too ashamed to admit that his little sister had saved him. Expecting his answer Steven then explained that he wanted to act cool in front of the other kids. This made Jamie furious with Steven's explanation causing her to start throwing punches everywhere until OOP! She got him in the tenders. His sister then stopped frantically, and looked behind Steven. She screamed "Run!" and was out of sight in a flash. Frightened, she then turned and noticed that she had left Steven behind with the zombies.
Jamie suddenly turned back when she noticed a little boy named Carlos pounding the zombies with a strange looking stick. Of course that boy was me. After I had finished pounding the zombies, Jamie thanked me for saving her big brother. Thirty minutes later, the zombies were back, as always. The zombies had two chain saws, which made it harder for them to get thrashed! I frantically tried hitting them, but was unsuccessful and was almost cut in half. Then, Jamie tried, but she was not as lucky as me. She was cut in eighths, and then burned by one of the much smaller zombies. Steven sobbed on the floor for his lost sister, and swore that he would get revenge. While he was cursing and swearing one of the zombies sneaked up behind him, and WHACK! He fell on the floor motionless. I could tell that he was going to die any second. His last words were "Run!" After that, I was zooming away from the zombies, but the zombies were still right behind me! I was stunned at their amazing speed. Afterwards, the zombies were starting to close in on me. They were surprisingly getting faster, but they still couldn't catch me. Later, I couldn't run anymore and I stopped!
The zombies all jumped on me, and started getting out knives like massacres. They were all going for my neck, but they missed. The, zombies had all stabbed each other, and started getting into a fight, I took my chance and ran. One of the miniature zombies noticed me running, and told the others. They pulled out chain saws and knives to intimidate me. It didn't work I was running for my dear life. Once again they gained on me. They were getting closer and closer, but I started getting faster and faster. The zombies were starting to get fatigued and were starting to slow down. After a couple of a hundred yards more, they dropped their weapons, and cut themselves. I still had a lot of energy because I was running for my life.
I then noticed that the zombies had stopped, so I stopped to take a break. All of a sudden the miniature zombie snuck up behind me. Fortunately, the zombie was not able to catch me because the ghost held the zombie in a tight grip. Out of nowhere, more zombies and ghosts began to appear. While all of this was occurring, I suddenly recognized my uncle who was one of the ghosts. He then yelled, "Attack!" A war raged on between the ghosts and the zombies. It looked like the ghosts were winning, because there were a lot of zombie heads on the floor around me. That idea was sent flying out the window because the miniature zombie then pulled out a vacuum and started sucking up all the ghosts. Both sides of the field were empty except for two: my uncle and the miniature zombie, who were very fatigued. My uncle yelled "Run!" Ever since that day, I have not been the same and I never knew who won the battle. The zombies still come back to haunt me every night while I'm asleep.
Once Jamie got to the dark side of Mexico City, she started her search again, but had no idea that she was looking in the wrong place. He was underground. Three hours later, she was about to give up when she heard a scream. "AHHHHH!" She gasped at the horrible noise made her way down the sewer ladder. As she was climbing down, she realized that her brother, Steven was getting beaten to death. Blood was flying everywhere, but just when he thought that he wouldn't make it, the beating suddenly stopped and there was complete silence. He heard a lot of tumbling, and then he heard his sister. Jamie then unlocked the lock, and they both ran outside. As soon as they got out, Jamie was hysterical she asked, "What were you thinking?" Steven did not respond. He was too ashamed to admit that his little sister had saved him. Expecting his answer Steven then explained that he wanted to act cool in front of the other kids. This made Jamie furious with Steven's explanation causing her to start throwing punches everywhere until OOP! She got him in the tenders. His sister then stopped frantically, and looked behind Steven. She screamed "Run!" and was out of sight in a flash. Frightened, she then turned and noticed that she had left Steven behind with the zombies.
Jamie suddenly turned back when she noticed a little boy named Carlos pounding the zombies with a strange looking stick. Of course that boy was me. After I had finished pounding the zombies, Jamie thanked me for saving her big brother. Thirty minutes later, the zombies were back, as always. The zombies had two chain saws, which made it harder for them to get thrashed! I frantically tried hitting them, but was unsuccessful and was almost cut in half. Then, Jamie tried, but she was not as lucky as me. She was cut in eighths, and then burned by one of the much smaller zombies. Steven sobbed on the floor for his lost sister, and swore that he would get revenge. While he was cursing and swearing one of the zombies sneaked up behind him, and WHACK! He fell on the floor motionless. I could tell that he was going to die any second. His last words were "Run!" After that, I was zooming away from the zombies, but the zombies were still right behind me! I was stunned at their amazing speed. Afterwards, the zombies were starting to close in on me. They were surprisingly getting faster, but they still couldn't catch me. Later, I couldn't run anymore and I stopped!
The zombies all jumped on me, and started getting out knives like massacres. They were all going for my neck, but they missed. The, zombies had all stabbed each other, and started getting into a fight, I took my chance and ran. One of the miniature zombies noticed me running, and told the others. They pulled out chain saws and knives to intimidate me. It didn't work I was running for my dear life. Once again they gained on me. They were getting closer and closer, but I started getting faster and faster. The zombies were starting to get fatigued and were starting to slow down. After a couple of a hundred yards more, they dropped their weapons, and cut themselves. I still had a lot of energy because I was running for my life.
I then noticed that the zombies had stopped, so I stopped to take a break. All of a sudden the miniature zombie snuck up behind me. Fortunately, the zombie was not able to catch me because the ghost held the zombie in a tight grip. Out of nowhere, more zombies and ghosts began to appear. While all of this was occurring, I suddenly recognized my uncle who was one of the ghosts. He then yelled, "Attack!" A war raged on between the ghosts and the zombies. It looked like the ghosts were winning, because there were a lot of zombie heads on the floor around me. That idea was sent flying out the window because the miniature zombie then pulled out a vacuum and started sucking up all the ghosts. Both sides of the field were empty except for two: my uncle and the miniature zombie, who were very fatigued. My uncle yelled "Run!" Ever since that day, I have not been the same and I never knew who won the battle. The zombies still come back to haunt me every night while I'm asleep.