Persuaded

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It’s been two weeks since this whole thing started.

It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news. Everyone thought it was just another oil spill. There were plenty of volunteers – plenty of people wanting to help the poor, defenseless animals. Plenty of victims.

Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The animals had gone crazy; they were scratching and biting the clean-up volunteers. They said that it was an adverse effect to whatever was in that tanker.

Rescue workers were still trying to get the crew out of the ship. They could hear screaming inside. There were screams to open the doors, but that’s when it all went to hell – as soon as they cut the door out.

There were six minutes of broadcast before it went silent – six minutes of screaming and agony. The ship crew attacked the rescue workers like rabid baboons. They were breaking bones and tearing flesh. The people on the shore weren’t fairing any better. Those that had been attacked by animals were attacking everyone else. It was worse than any war zone report; it was sheer brutality, and yet the broadcast still went on for six minutes. There was six minutes, and then blank faces. Nobody could explain what was happening. They tried to continue with the regular news, the economy, the weather, and a cute human interest story, but they couldn’t make us unsee what we saw.

I tried to continue with my regular existence, but every time I switched on the news or walked by a news stand, it was there: this big mystery. They had some explanations: it was an infection, or maybe brain parasites, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t the infection we were afraid of, it was them.

Four days after the initial report, a state of emergency was raised… And yet, we’ve all seen this before. It’s in every zombie movie, ever. People didn’t know who to trust. People were stockpiling food and weapons. Some tried to flee, but it seems every zombie movie was right. They didn’t make it. Three days later, they arrived in my town.

I expected moans, shuffling corpses, and dismemberment, but that’s where the movies lied. They ran through the streets, screaming. I remember running to my front door as fast as I could, locking, barricading, and doing anything to make sure it would stay shut, and then I headed for the window. I was on the second story and I could see the carnage. They were unstoppable. They were aware.

A group of them made their way through a building across the street. They jumped straight through plate glass windows. Even the shards slicing through them made no difference; they just kept coming. My barricade wasn’t going to hold. I rushed around my flat, grabbing supplies and jamming them into the most secure room of the flat. I went back for one last look across the street, and I wish I hadn’t. In a second story window, my face met one of theirs. They knew where I was. I quickly dashed into the room and locked the door.

I don’t have any kind of panic room or a secure basement, so the safest place I could think of was my bathroom. There were no windows, and only one door; it had a lock. I had filled my sink and bathtub full of water so I could stay for a while. I sat there in the dark room with the distant screams in my ears.

I began to feel like I may have overreacted; it had been two hours with no sign of them. It actually got quieter and I thought they had moved on. Maybe I could leave the room and get to the kitchen. I could grab some more food to wait it out. A crash came from the front door. There was the sound of someone running full force into the door and knocking down the barrier behind it. There were a couple more crashes before I knew they were inside. There were rapid footsteps moving around the flat, a couple of screams and then a bang on the wall beside me. My eyes were open to their widest, even in the pitch black darkness of the room. There was another bang, and then another. They knew I was there and they knew I was scared.

This was the zombie nightmare I had been expecting from the start. I had nowhere to run. There was only so much time before they would break in. I sat with my back to the door, hoping my extra weight would make it harder for them to get in. Then it got worse.

“Why don’t you open the door?”

There was a voice on the opposite side of the door. There were no screams or moans, just a quiet, whispery voice. And then more of them.

“We’ve come for you.”

“You’ll be happier if you open the door.”

“It’s not so bad…”

The whispery voices became a cacophony of noise trying to persuade me, to break me, to fool me. I had heard that the moaning of zombies would drive people insane but this was worse – a siren call. I sat in the darkness and hoped and prayed that they’d get bored, but they don’t get bored and they don’t leave. I managed to use the mirror to peek under the door, only to be greeted by horrible unblinking eyes, blood smeared faces, screams, and more horrible whispers. That was two days ago.

I don’t know what to do anymore… Maybe it won’t be so bad..

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blood_shaft
blood_shaft
5 years ago

the zombies talking reminded me of bird box

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Omfi
6 years ago

Nice 10/10

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CreepyAnonymous
6 years ago

5/5

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xCliche
6 years ago

I usually dislike Zombie themed stuff as they are mostly way too cliche however this one was different and made me wanting more from it. [spoiler] I love how you made the zombies act opposite to zombie movies and have them look like an actual threat rather than the typical slow moving things we are used to seeing. [/spoiler]

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FlowerChild
7 years ago

I should not read more creepypastas before I go to sleep… I should not read more creepypastas before I go to sleep… I should not read more creepypastas… … … Maybe it won’t be so bad – says the nightmares…
Jokes aside, awesome writing, great story, terrifying ending. 5/5

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awesome story !

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stitches15
7 years ago

Sooo not your typical zombies! I loved it

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FlowerOfDarkness
7 years ago

Good story, too bad I don’t really like zombies.

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DeYtHB
7 years ago

Read… read… kiddo

Mr.Creepypasta
Mr.Creepypasta
7 years ago

Love it!!

Nadir
Nadir
7 years ago

Great, Great , GREAT so much detail and it acutely made me feel fear. This is probably one of the best I’ve ever read

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Mindless
7 years ago

Great story, pretty realistic 10/10.

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DarkWorm
7 years ago

Zombies never die or get boring. Awesome stuff here!

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mfp
7 years ago

Creepy as fuck! Absolutely loved it!!

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DumbOldDuck
7 years ago

I loved this story! One of my favorite pasta’s EVER. The strategic lack of detail on the [spoiler]oil tanker[/spoiler] is very well done, how you described that it didn’t matter what happened. What mattered is them. 10/10 Already read it 7 times. Planning to make a short film on it!

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Sundaysmiles
8 years ago

This is definitely one of the better zombie related stories I’ve read on here, you definitely get a thumbs up from me.

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BlakeCullen
8 years ago

this is the first story that i have read on this website and its awesome.

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thecreep
8 years ago

My stomach churned a little bit reading your story and amazing how you used an animal infection because that really gets your mind thinking,but…maybe it wont be so bad…

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DarrinMcManus
8 years ago

It was a great story. I loved the beginning and I love the idea of it starting the way it did. Good job and keep this up.

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Darkventure
8 years ago

Excellent story, shame about the slightly abrupt ending. It would’ve been nice to read a little more suffering, but maybe that’s just me being twisted…
A good read. Thank you.