Once upon a time, there was a man named Stephen. He was twenty-five years old and he lived in New York. He was single and he adored traveling. It was Monday when Stephen started his day. In his building, he was closing his door and suddenly he looked in the eyes of the most beautiful girl. Her name was Kourtney. Then, they were maddly in love…Two years later, Stephen and Kourtney were married and on the evening of Kourtney’s bhirthday, Stephen wanted to throw the most extraordinary possible party.
At first sight, everything would go well until the moment when Stephen went home. He was preparing the party when he heard a cry in the bathroom. It was Kourtney with a knife stuck in her chest. There was a pool of blood on the ground. Stephen was shocked, he was stunned, he was crying, his hands were full of blood. At the same time, the walls were moving, the sky was becoming dark. Stephen had wondered how he was going to get out of it. It was supposed to be a wonderful day but on the contrary, it was the most horrible day of his life.
Since this day, to forget this nightmare, Stephen was set to travel. He wanted to start his life again and start all over again, but every night, he had horrible nightmares about zombies, undertakers or also ghosts with a scythe. These creatures opened his skull and ate his brain or else they even smatched his heard and made him explode. His best friend saw that Stephen wasn’t feeling well so to forget this, Donald organised a superb trip to Colombia. Stephen was getting on the plane when suddenly he had a vision :
Everything went smoothly on the plane until the moment of the landing. The pilot was found dead in his cockpit with a knife stuck in his chest, everyone was in panic and a few minutes after, the plane crashed on the ground and a big explosion could be seen. There were many deaths but Stephen had managed to escape safely despite the death of his best friend, Donald. Stephen was running away from this abominable smoke, he had just had the greatest fear of his life.
He was afraid because all those people looked like all these cannibals that we could see on TV. It was like a tribe in Amazonia, the kind of tribe who had never seen civilisation before. They brought him to their camp in the middle of the jungle. Behind the entry, there were skulls and bones, it was a horrific place, he knew the end was near, there were many other people in a kind of jail made with wood and ropes. One of them was dead. A lot of condors were eating his body; the smell of it was disgusting. When he was inside this jail, he talked with the prisoners and one of them told him : « do you know how he died ? ». He had been beheaded and a lot of blood had dripped on the floor.
Once the night fell, they would work in a field. He was digging to plant cheat, afterwards he heard a noise. He was scared because he saw prisoners in blood in the field. He noticed it was zombies, hence he took a knife and started to cut their heads. There was a lot of blood, he stuggled and he ran towards the cannibals’camp. He asked them : « What are they ? ». It was zombies !!! According to legends, the zombies appeared at night and devoured the men working in the field. He was exasperated so he asked the prisoners to etablish a plan to escape. The next day, he and the others waited for the nightfall. They were terrified ! The zombies could smell their blood so they decided to exit behind the timber house. They ran and he saw the zombies appearing and they started to fight and one zombie attacked him and he fell on the ground. He could feel the death, the zombie sliced his head and he died.
DEL BOVE Enzo & FUMONT Térence