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..

Original Author: Chris Stewart

49 Comments on 'Persuaded'

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  • Commented on May 13, 2015 at 8:51 am

    very well done, i reviewed it and i though of world war Z by how they acted except when they started talk, but that freaked the shit out of mefucking brillaint

  • Commented on May 13, 2015 at 3:00 pm

    I really enjoyed this, great job. 🙂

  • Commented on May 13, 2015 at 6:05 pm

    Very descriptive 🙂 I like how they are not the usual slow, dumb, zombies you would see in normal media. Very good.

  • Led
    Commented on May 14, 2015 at 11:28 am

    10/10 Ending. Well developed and “unusual zombies”. I usually don’t see many of these topics around. 🙂

  • ^69^666^420^
    Commented on May 14, 2015 at 1:34 pm

    Great pasta 10/10 It was cool how ive never heard of this kinda ending before once again great pasta

  • Commented on May 14, 2015 at 3:20 pm

    Really nice short creepypasta :)。

  • Commented on May 14, 2015 at 6:18 pm

    There is a game on with a story line similar to this 😀 It was an amazing read but the beginning kind of threw me off. Was it the animals themselves that caused madness? Was it the substances in the tanks? What caused this outbreak? How is it spreading?

    Rate: 8/10

  • Zacharie
    Commented on May 14, 2015 at 7:19 pm

    Very well done. This actually made me feel fear. Haven’t had that happen in a while. 10/10

  • wannadiewithme?
    Commented on May 14, 2015 at 8:52 pm

    maybe it won’t be so bad :L

  • Commented on May 15, 2015 at 3:19 am

    Ah! Wonderful to see this posted here! I reviewed it and liked it a lot!

  • Chefynoodles
    Commented on May 15, 2015 at 3:51 pm

    I love this creepy pasta. I have read it so many times but it is still my favorite.

  • Thebaddream
    Commented on May 18, 2015 at 12:41 pm

    omg i love it i am so happy some wrote about the apocalypse

  • Commented on May 18, 2015 at 7:16 pm

    That was awesome! You have a great take on both the zombie causer and the zombies themselves and it’s written perfectly. I loved this! Final Score: 10/10

  • Commented on May 22, 2015 at 7:15 am

    Love it love it love it

  • Commented on May 24, 2015 at 4:54 pm

    this was what i would expect in a zombie apacalaps

  • Laamapalmu
    Commented on May 24, 2015 at 7:06 pm

    This was terrifying but good!

    Commented on May 27, 2015 at 11:58 pm

    Great creepy pasta, maybe it won’t be so bad?

  • Commented on May 29, 2015 at 2:37 pm

    Maybe I should build a panic room… With all these oil spills, I just can’t be too safe. Great pasta!

  • Commented on May 31, 2015 at 1:35 am

    Interesting story line (the unusual zombie types I’ve never really thought much about it) While i read this i was listening to Unravel from Tokyo Ghoul. They were aware and they talked and tried to persuade you… oh that would be awful. 10/10 !!

  • Commented on June 2, 2015 at 2:34 pm

    I loved this! Not normally a big fan of zombie stuff, but this was really great and chilling!

  • Commented on June 4, 2015 at 3:39 pm

    What if they broke down the door when he was using the bathroom? That is literally what I thought of when they started breaking everything.

  • Commented on June 8, 2015 at 1:39 am

    Wicked. Love the idea of having smart zombies, that’d be terrifying!

  • Commented on June 11, 2015 at 7:35 pm

    Love the talking zombies… O)_(O

  • Commented on June 12, 2015 at 6:22 pm


  • Commented on June 17, 2015 at 9:21 pm

    This is a good pasta! I love that the insanity part fits into the story well. 9/10 breads.

  • Commented on June 19, 2015 at 1:57 am

    loved it!!!

  • Commented on July 3, 2015 at 1:08 pm

    This was not the typical zombie story. No slow walking , dumb zombies like the walking dead but more like world war z but these can talk. Awesome story!

  • Commented on July 16, 2015 at 12:05 am

    I’ve read everything you have on here but now I want more. You’re an outstanding writer.

  • Commented on August 1, 2015 at 1:05 am

    –The Talking Dead–

  • Commented on September 15, 2015 at 7:36 pm

    it was amazing how discriptive and detailed it was

  • Commented on September 19, 2015 at 2:47 pm

    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.

  • Commented on September 30, 2015 at 8:53 pm

    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.

  • Commented on October 15, 2015 at 4:15 pm

    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…

  • Commented on October 15, 2015 at 11:06 pm

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

  • Commented on January 7, 2016 at 3:15 pm

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

  • Commented on March 21, 2016 at 5:58 pm

    I loved this story! One of my favorite pasta’s EVER. The strategic lack of detail on the oil tanker 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!

  • mfp
    Commented on April 5, 2016 at 2:12 am

    Creepy as fuck! Absolutely loved it!!

  • Commented on April 5, 2016 at 5:35 am

    Zombies never die or get boring. Awesome stuff here!

  • Commented on April 5, 2016 at 9:45 pm

    Great story, pretty realistic 10/10.

  • Commented on August 14, 2016 at 2:29 pm

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

  • Mr.Creepypasta
    Commented on August 14, 2016 at 10:30 pm

    Love it!!

  • Commented on November 30, 2016 at 1:50 pm

    Read… read… kiddo

  • Commented on December 21, 2016 at 4:43 pm

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

  • Commented on January 22, 2017 at 9:10 pm

    Sooo not your typical zombies! I loved it

  • Commented on February 17, 2017 at 4:10 pm

    awesome story !

  • Commented on February 21, 2017 at 8:04 pm

    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

  • Commented on March 15, 2017 at 5:38 pm

    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. 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.

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  • Commented on May 5, 2017 at 7:11 pm

    Nice 10/10

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