It Came from the Corn- Collaborative Story by the Sycamore High School Sci-Fi Club
I was in the middle of the corn patch when I saw it: a dead body; a body of someone I knew: my friend, Bill. A cob of corn was on the ground next to him; I was shocked, and I checked his pulse. There was no pulse, only the cold, lifeless feel of dead skin. And then, all of a sudden, a pulse came back; this pulse was not ordinary; it had no rhythm. Bill started to stir. I stepped back cautiously.
“Bill; are you ok?” I said.
All I heard was a growl as he lurched forward. I ran out passed the stalks of corn, past the stars. As I was running, I noticed something about the animals: they were dead looking, pale, unhealthy, red-eyed, and staggering in their gate. I ran all the way back to my house; I slammed the door shut, locked it, and went to my room. I pulled out my arsenal from under my bed.
My arsenal was a chest full of various types of weapons ranging from shurikens to assault weapons. I opened it to find everything gone. What?! Where did all of them go? I had put them away the last time I opened them. Knock Knock Knock. There was something knocking at the door. A strange knock. A knock that sounded unhuman. I turned around and the shadow under the door was an unknown figure probably no one but me. Me the only human on the entire planet who has ever seen this… thing.
It spoke in a threateningly raspy voice, “Come out of your room human female, I need to speak to you.”
“Go away!” I screamed at it….
It was scratching at the door now, apparently doorknobs are no longer useable. I gingerly padded across the room which meant passing by the door. The scratching intensified as I passed the door. I eased the closet door open and reached inside. In the corner of closet I had an old sparring bow. I grasped in the corner, hoping it was not gone like the rest of my stash. It was still leaning there. I pulled it out and crossed it over my body. I lightly padded to the door crossing around the edges of the room. I stood behind the door, and yanked it open.
The monster that used to be Bill tumbled into the room. It landed on its hands and knees and started shuffling towards me. There was a large chunk of skin taken out of his shoulder. It was bloody and festering. The edges were ragged as if an animal had bit him. The animals. They had been pale, like Bill was now, and had rushed towards me when I sprinted past their pen. Had Bill been bitten?
He was almost on me now. I rapped my bow across his face. It fell so far so backwards it almost hit my bed. It sat there for second. Had I killed him? Again? Suddenly, it sprang towards me. I did not have the chance to stop him. It pushed me down against the wall and was shaking my shoulders. The bow fell from my hands. It was leaning close to me. I struggled against it. Despite, of the gash taken out of it’s shoulder, and the fact that Bill was, you know, dead, it was strong. I brought one of my legs up and kneed it. It grunted, and loosened its grip. I threw it off me and shuffled out of the door. It was not until I reached the door that I regained my footing. There was a figure at the end of the hall, silhouetted with the light from the kitchen.
He lurched towards me. There was blood flowing down his leg onto the carpet. He had been bit. Bill was at my back again. I ran forward, wanting to reach a window. I felt something grab my wrist. Bill was back. I tried to back away. I failed. He lurched forward and bit my neck.
Beware of the corn. It is coming.
“Ewww, what an awful ending,” I said to myself as i close the laptop.
“ and why is that Liz? because it wasn’t a happily ever after?” remarked my older sister, Jill.
“Yeah, I want kissing not death. Any way, zombies are too cliche, everyone uses that route when writing.”
“So, let me guess, all because you already read a zombie story, You’re going to troll the writing?”
“You know me too well,” I reopened my laptop and I started typing.