RaNdOm PaRaGrApH

A dark and stormy night (typical). [ok no dark and stormy night. too emo]

An early spring morning. Birds were singing outside on the blood-red apple trees. The gingerbread man was sitting happily on the window sill. A soothing breeze blew through the pines. You wake up to the aroma of fresh pancakes. You run downstairs and see nobody. You run outside still in your pajamas. AND THEN BAM! IT HITS YOU. A bloody zombie hand sticks out of the ground and grabs your ankle. The trees slowly wilt and are drained of any color and life. You hear a blood curdling scream and a crunch. You then knew that the gingerbread man was GONE. Still straining to pull away from the zombie hand, you see that it was no longer sunny. A dark and ominous cloud had moved in and covered the place. There were no longer any grass on the ground. Only brown dry weeds sticking out of the ground. You hear a loud crash and see that your house had collapsed. You finally manage to chop off the zombie hand with a frying pan. Around you, all signs of life had disappeared. Only vultures and crows with evil red eyes are still there. They land on nearby trees and eerily stare at you. You watch stunned as zombies lift themselves out of the ground and start coming after you. You are surrounded. There is no way out. Even as they approach you, more zombies come out of the ground. Then all of a sudden you hear "CUT!!!!" You better run, cause the director seems pretty pissed.