Terror At The Ballpark

"But ma!!" whined my little brother. "No, Cameron. No more chocolate." my mother told him. I can't stand my little brother. Or any of my other brothers. Cameron has been eating chocolate all day. It's the middle of summer. July 14th, 2017 to be exact. "Makayla, can you open the closet door for me?" my mom asked. "Yeah ma, hold on a sec..." I said. Dang. I always do this. My father always told me I talk too much. Hi. My name's Makayla. I am an 11 year-old 7th grader and I live in London, England. For once in my life, all of my family members were home at the same time. And that's a big acomplishment. My father is in the military, my ma works in New York and I have a BUNCH of siblings. These people are my 27 year-old brother, Shayne, my 24 year-old sister, Dylan, my 20 year-old brother, Fletcher, my 19 year old sister, Jaylen, my also 19 year-old brother, Bronx, my 18 year-old sister, Charolette who we call "Charlie", my 16 year-old brother, Spencer, my 15 year-old sister, Kalista who we call "Kali", my 13 year-old brother, Brick who isn't like a brick at all, my 12 year-old twin sisters, China and Chyna, me, my 9 year-old brother, Bartolo, my 5 year-old brother, Matthew who we call Matt and last but not least, my 2 year-old brother, Gabriel who we call Gabe. Yeah. I know. 15 kids plus my parents. It's a lot. Most of them already have cars and girlfriends and boyfriends and jobs and that's why I don't get to see them that often. Shayne is the busiest, so we see him the least. He has a wife, a job (he's a cop), kids of his own, a house and a really nice car. When dad comes home, that usually means that EVERYONE comes home. You'd think that 15 kids is a lot, but when half of them arn't home, it's really not that much. Kali and Brick help ma out the most but everyone does help. We live in a mansion thanks to dad and mom and Shayne and every other kid including and above the age of 16. We accually have 2 more kids on the way, believe it or not. Ma said she was having twins AGAIN. So, yeah. "Hey. Why don't we all go play baseball or something while we're all still here." suggested Spencer. "Sounds like a plan!" said dad. So we all piled into our bus (yes, although most of us have our own cars, when we are all together like this we take a bus.) and drove to the closest ballpark by our house. Since the girls are outnumbered, we can't do boys vs. girls. Brick always ends up not playing and being the umpire. Shayne and dad were captians. The final teams were Shayne, me, Gabe, Kali, Chyna and China versus dad, mom, Spencer, Charile, Fletcher, Dylan and Jaylen. Let the game begin! About half-way into the game, the score was 10-19, us. Shayne was pitching, I was catching and the game was going perfectly. Just then, the strangest thing happened. I felt the ground rumble and I called time-out. It got harder and then everyone felt it. All of a sudden, we heard the strangest noise we've ever heard. It was a soft groan. We could see things moving in the distance. The ground was still rumbling. Out of nowhere, things started to pop out of the ground right where everyone was standing. They were kinda fuzzy. Then I realized, they were moles. The things in the distance looked like they were moving faster and faster. They were getting closer and closer. The outfielders were ordered by mom to come into the infield. The moles started to attack people. "Hey, guys? Those things that are moving towards us, yeah THE'RE ZOMBIES!!!" Spencer shouted. I saw it too. They were zombies. Let me tell you right now, zombies, the UGLIEST things on the planet. We rushed to the car but off of the street came more and more and more zombies. They were even inside our car. We ddn't know what to do but sit there and wait to see what they did. Thankfully, we all had black belts in karate. And dad with his military experience. Dad opened up the trunk and grabbed a weapon for everyone. Mom took the little kids and went inside (the ballpark was part of a school) while we fought the zombies. Dad had his fav gun and everone else had their own pair of samauri swords. We worked our magic and sliced off the zombie's heads. There were a couple thousand, so this took a while. Half an hour passed and most of the zombies were headless. There were only a couple hundred left. After all that fighting, and I don't care what you say, a couple hundred was a good thing. We all had some big cuts, dad barely nothing, and the rest of them was basicly a big piece of cake. We didn't notice, but as there were fewer, the zombies got bigger. Dad took out another gun, both machine, and this was a breeze. There was one gigantic one, about 10 feet tall that would take all of us to defeat, but we wern't focused on him yet. One hour down, one giant zombie to go. Us kids climbed on it while dad treated it like military training. We went all the way up to it's head and started slashing it with our swords. When we saw blood, we went even harder. We saw a bone and knew it was just a little bit longer until we were done with this thing. When that thing went down, it sounded like a whole forest colapsing. "Everyone alright?" dad asked when it was all over. "Yeah dad," we all said in unison. "A few cuts and brusies, but we're fine." I told him. "Good. Shayne, go get your mother. Everone else, get in the bus. We're goin' home." No one disobeyed. Shayne rushed to go get mom and the rest of us went into the bus. We talked about it the whole way home. We all went to bed as soon as we got home. "Hey dad," I said. "Yeah?" "It's great to have you home." I said with a smile. "It's great to be home, kiddo."