The book idea, is actually a zombie kind of story. I don't know how to start it or how it's even going to go at all. I got inspired from writing a... letter sort of thing. Here it is.
The sound of a panic alarm fills the state as I write this letter. I am barricated in a house, I am in the basement. Being locked up in this place makes me go slowley insane. I miss the outside, the open air. Then as that daydream is shattered with the low grunts that I have been hearing for the past week, I remember why I'm here in the first place. There are thousands of... things out there wanting to eat me alive. They look to be dead - rotting flesh, torn ragged clothes, & a smell that incinerates the inside of my nose on the touch. I made an illustration of them here, (there will be an arrow pointing to the, not so good illustration.) It's not perfect... not even good but hopefully it get's the point across. I don't know how this happened... hold on, I just heard something in the upstairs room.
(In my mind, and hopefully in others, he walks up stairs and in chicken scratch writing he writes.) Ok I went upstairs & they have broken through. They got down stairs and there is only a matter of time before they get to me I will not make it out alive. Whoever finds this please tell som (the word "someone" will not be finished, showing that the Zombies had gotten to him. I will have blood splatter and drippings to add effect.)
The sound of a panic alarm fills the state as I write this letter. I am barricated in a house, I am in the basement. Being locked up in this place makes me go slowley insane. I miss the outside, the open air. Then as that daydream is shattered with the low grunts that I have been hearing for the past week, I remember why I'm here in the first place. There are thousands of... things out there wanting to eat me alive. They look to be dead - rotting flesh, torn ragged clothes, & a smell that incinerates the inside of my nose on the touch. I made an illustration of them here, (there will be an arrow pointing to the, not so good illustration.) It's not perfect... not even good but hopefully it get's the point across. I don't know how this happened... hold on, I just heard something in the upstairs room.
(In my mind, and hopefully in others, he walks up stairs and in chicken scratch writing he writes.) Ok I went upstairs & they have broken through. They got down stairs and there is only a matter of time before they get to me I will not make it out alive. Whoever finds this please tell som (the word "someone" will not be finished, showing that the Zombies had gotten to him. I will have blood splatter and drippings to add effect.)