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…