I was visiting the beach near my Grandparent's house when suddenly I saw two hands pop out of nowhere. I yelled and ran back inside their house. I told my parents but they didn’t seem to believe me. I went back the next day and didn’t see anything. After I went back and ate lunch I was watching some TV and my sister came into the house screaming. She said she saw some zombie person chasing after her. My parents were a little suspicious but didn’t seem to care. I knew something was going on. I decided to go back out to the forest and see if I could find the hands again. When I arrived at the place where I found them, I couldn’t find anything else. Just a pair of hands. But these hands weren’t moving or anything. As I moved deeper into the woods I started to find other remains of a body. Maybe the hands were grasping for help? Maybe they were struggling to stay alive? Either way, I knew I needed to tell someone immediately. I rushed back home and finally convinced my parents to come and look. When I showed them where I saw the remains of the body scattered, I couldn’t seem to find any of the remains. My dad quickly scolded me and we rushed back to our house for dinner. The next day I was determined to find out what that was. I went back out to the forest and saw something I never thought was possible. I saw a zombie staring right at me. I ran away as fast as I could, but the thing was just as fast. He wouldn’t stop running, I knew I had to go somewhere, somewhere far away.