Zombies angrily and viciously swam over the water, barely even taking any breaths to swim underwater. Where were they swimming to? A lone, castaway ship that had drifted away from the other coast guard boats. It carried about five hundred seventy people, and they all believed that zombies couldn't swim. Until, a lone boy walking along the outside saw the incoming zombies. They came from a nearby island; therefore, no one knew there was anything beyond this point but the ocean and sea, full of fish and few mammals.
The boy asked a nearby guard, "Are those zombies swimming towards us?" With a little, pale finger, the boy pointed to the zombies that screeched and wailed at the sight of the boat. All of them were hungry, wanting to eat something. Wanting to bite something.
Without personally answering the boy, the guard called to the man who controlled the alarm bell, "ZOMBIES AROUND THE PERIMETER! ZOMBIES! CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE! THEY SWIM!" Then, the coast guard grabbed the boy and picked him up hurriedly, "We need to get you to the nearest lifeboat. Come with me." Running at full speed, the guard stumbled over the stairs, holding the boy tightly.
Above, the guard could hear the bells and alarms ringing more and more. This drew the complete attention of the zombies ahead. Now, a few zombies were climbing like ants on the wall of the ship. Screams echoed along the dock, and the guard knew some men, women, and children were being bitten by the zombies.
While the guard ran, he tried to be the quietest he could. The boat rocked back and forth, shaking angrily, croaking like a dying toad. He jumped over a few obstacles, dropping a grenade. Then, that signaled a nearby zombie. From where he was, the guard could hear it running to him and the boy. Knowing his only choice was the bridge, he ran up the stairs and closed the door. The zombie slammed its head into it like a ram, almost knocking it down the first try. Then, he continued this head slam into the door, making the boy shiver. The guard covered the door with chairs and such, running over to the captain. He asked in a hurry, "Can the zombies really swim, or were they just skimming over the water?"
"Both," the captain watched zombies crawl over the windows of the bridge. "Too bad we didn't take the vaccine I heard was sending around. It would have kept us safe; therefore, we were castaways and couldn't get any further attention. Soldier, I need you to put this boy down. He is crying and I can barely speak."
"Yes, sir," the guard placed down the boy, who fell to the ground in shock. "Sir, we need to somehow call backup."
"We cannot, Rody!" the captain's eyes were red from being tired and lack of sleep. "There's nothing we can do about this. No one is going to survive the zombie attack on this boat. Even if we did, we'd run out of food right after. Just let ourselves die like this."
"No, sir," Rody slammed down his gun barrel on the floor. "I am fighting."
"You can try, Rody," the captain closed his eyes and sat down. Just as he did so, five zombies crashed through the door and butted their heads through the windows of the bridge. First, Rody shot a few; therefore, the captain was being bitten and it was hopeless. Rody grabbed the boy and ran through a couple of zombies. He jumped over the boat, flying straight into the water. Above, Rody heard an explosion and the ship was sinking. He'd die three ways: hunger, drowning, or zombies. He helped the boy swim and looked out into the distance. He saw a large island through the mist and knew it was the only hope.
However, before he could even try to approach it, the ship knocked off a zombie right on top of him and the boy. Then, they both were bitten that very night. Was this the end for the Gorse ship? Maybe not... Therefore, others may have survived.