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MidReal Story
The Undead of Black Creek
Scenario:I want to make a story about how a zombie outbreak start
Create my version of this story
Maggie Hudson
brave, and resourceful. On a night like any other, Maggie experiences fear and confusion as she witnesses her town's descent into chaos. Her grandmother, surviving alongside her, shares valuable insights and supports Maggie through the terrifying ordeal. As Maggie grapples with the reality of the situation, she is resolved to uncover the truth behind the outbreak.
Brent
and relentless. Once identified by Maggie and Evan during their investigation, Brent becomes a formidable obstacle as they attempt to escape from the facility. His presence serves as a stark reminder of the danger that surrounds them as they try to uncover the truth behind the zombie invasion.
Dr. Nathan Crowe
and enigmatic. Initially skeptical of Maggie and Evan's claims about the outbreak's source, he agrees to investigate further when presented with evidence. His cautious demeanor changes as he uncovers disturbing truths about his colleagues and the experiments conducted at the facility. Nathan's quest for answers puts him in harm's way as he seeks justice amidst chaos.
It started with a scream.
I’d been in bed, getting much needed rest after working all day at the local diner, when it had echoed through the night.
At first, I thought it was just my neighbors being too loud.
They liked to party on the weekends and sometimes would get too rowdy for my taste.
But then I heard it again, this time closer, and my heart began to pound.
I threw off my covers and went to the window, pulling back the curtains to see what was going on.
That’s when I saw them, a horde of people rushing down the street, panic in their faces.
Some were screaming, others crying, and I watched in horror as one got tackled to the ground by another.
My heart stopped as I realized that this wasn’t just some party gone wrong.
Something was seriously wrong here.
I tried to make sense of it all, but before I could, a hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
"Get away from the window!"
My grandma’s voice was laced with fear as she pulled me into her arms.
"What’s going on?"
I asked.
"It’s an outbreak," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What kind of outbreak?"
I asked, confusion washing over me.
"I don’t know yet," she said.
"But we need to get you safe. Now."
My hands shake as I fumble for my phone on the nightstand, knocking over a glass of water in my panic.
The liquid spreads across the wooden surface, but I don’t have time to worry about that now.
I hear Grandma rushing around, securing the front door and barricading us in.
The deadbolt clicks into place, followed by the scraping of furniture against the floor.
She’s blocking the door with whatever she can find.
My phone screen glows in the darkness as I punch in 911, but all I get is a busy signal.
I try again.
And again.
Each failed attempt makes my breathing more ragged.
Through the window, I see more people running, their shadows dancing across my bedroom wall.
I pace between the rooms, my eyes darting from the window to the door, while Grandma moves methodically, checking our supplies.
She hands me a piece of paper and a pen.
"Write down what we need," she says, her voice steady despite the chaos outside.
I scribble on the paper: water bottles, canned food, first aid supplies, flashlights.
My hand shakes as I hand it back to her.
She nods and disappears into the kitchen.
I hear her rummaging through cabinets and drawers.
I go to the closet and grab my old school backpack, stuffing it with clothes and whatever else I can find.
Through the thin walls, I hear Mrs. Peterson’s voice next door.
She’s usually loud and boisterous, but now she sounds scared.
Her words are muffled, but I can make out a few phrases: "What’s happening?" "Oh God."
Then there’s a loud crash and a scream.
I run to the wall that separates our apartments and press my ear against it.
There’s another crash, followed by a low growl.
It doesn’t sound like Mrs. Peterson anymore.
It sounds like something else entirely. My heart races as I hear footsteps coming from next door.
They’re heavy and slow, like someone is trying to sneak up on us.
I move away from the wall and look around frantically for something to defend myself with.
Grandma comes back into the room with a bag full of supplies.
"What’s going on?"
I ask her, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It sounds like Mrs. Peterson is in trouble," she says, her face pale with fear.
"We need to get out of here."
She grabs my arm and pulls me towards the door.
As we approach it, I hear the sound of scratching coming from the other side.
It’s loud and frantic, like someone is trying to claw their way in.
My heart stops as I realize that whatever is on the other side of that door is not human. "Pack faster," Grandma whispers urgently as she pulls me away from the wall where I had been listening to Mrs. Peterson’s apartment next door.
The sounds coming from there were growing more intense by the minute - crashing furniture, breaking glass, and an inhuman growl that sent chills down my spine.
I couldn’t believe what was happening just on the other side of our thin apartment walls.
Mrs. Peterson was always so loud and boisterous; it was hard to imagine her being overpowered by whatever was happening now.
"Grandma, do you think it's spreading to us?" I ask, my voice trembling as I stuff more supplies into the backpack.
She pauses, her eyes meeting mine with a gravity that makes my stomach drop.
"We can't wait to find out," she replies, her grip on my arm tightening as she leads me toward the back door.