The Day A Zombie Came Into The Playground – A Dark Tale For Young Readers

29 Oct

‘Mrs MacKay, there’s a zombie in the playground!’

The teacher sitting at the front of the classroom didn’t even look up, let alone turn so she could see out of the windows behind her desk; she just kept scribbling away with her red pen.

Donald tried again, ‘Mrs MacKay …’

She cleared her throat. ‘I heard you the first time, Donald.’ She spoke with a dismissive and condescending tone. ‘You’re already being kept in for telling tall tales; don’t make it any worse for yourself!’

Beyond the teacher, Donald could see into the sunny school yard where a rotting figure was shambling around, chasing the children who, only moments earlier, had been enjoying the lunch break he’d lost as a punishment. He didn’t know where the zombie had come from, but he knew this was no figment of his imagination, it was definitely there now. ‘But Mrs MacKay, there really is a zombie in the playground. It’s chasing people; it’s trying to catch them and eat their brains.’

Still the teacher didn’t look up from her marking. ‘On Monday, you said you saw a werewolf, and that wasn’t true, was it?’ Her hair was tied up in a tight bun which wobbled ever so slightly as she spoke.

Remembering his mistake, Donald felt his cheeks turn a deep crimson. ‘But Miss, I wasn’t lying; when I shouted out, I really did think it was a werewolf.’

The teacher drew a large red cross at the bottom of the page she’d been reading and turned it over. ‘And what did it turn out to be?’

Donald shifted uncomfortably in his seat and mumbled, ‘It was just Mr Smith, the sports teacher.’

She turned another page. ‘And why did you think he was a werewolf?’

Donald let out a resigned sigh, ‘he’d grown a beard over the summer holidays.’ As he spoke, he watched what was happening in the playground. He knew he wasn’t wrong this time: this really was a zombie. As it continued to stagger around, Donald could see it was too slow to catch any of the kids. In fact, it was moving so slowly that the only way it was going to catch anyone was if they didn’t see it coming until it was too late.

The teacher closed the jotter she’d been marking and leant backwards. ‘And on Tuesday, you saw a pterodactyl swooping down into the playground, trying to snatch one of the kindergarteners from the sand pit.’

Donald kept his eyes fixed on the zombie. ‘I was sure it was a pterodactyl, I thought they were in danger; I had to say something.’

‘And what was it really?’

Donald started to answer, but the teacher interrupted him, ‘Look at me when you’re talking to me.’

Donald shifted his gaze towards the teacher’s narrow, pointy face which always looked like she’d just sucked on a lemon. ‘A black plastic bag the wind had blown into the air.’ As soon as he’d answered, his eyes shot back towards zombie as it stumbled around the now empty school yard, all the children having fled to safety.

‘And remind me what you thought you saw on Wednesday?’ There was a scraping noise as the teacher pushed her chair away from the desk and stood up. She paced back and forth, never taking her eyes off Donald as she waited for him to answer. The sudden movement caught the zombie’s attention and he started to lumber towards the windows, his arms reaching out in front of him.

Donald could barely tear his eyes away from the approaching monster. ‘I saw a mummy.’

‘No, you saw Miss Walker, the maths teacher; she’d had a car accident and had a bandage round her head. I’m telling you, Donald, you’ve got to stop letting your imagination run away with itself. It’ll only get you into trouble.’

Mrs Mackay rested her bony bottom on the window sill, keeping her back to the yard. Behind her, the zombie moved ever nearer. Donald could now make out its dull lifeless eyes, its sallow, sunken cheeks, the way its skin was peeling away from its left forearms. ‘But Mrs MacKay, I’m not making it up and I’m not mistaken this time; there really is a zombie in the playground!’

She folded her arms, a stern look on her face. ‘Just like you were sure there were aliens trying to land on the playing fields yesterday?’

The zombie was getting closer and closer with each faltering step, and Donald was becoming more and more agitated at his teacher’s refusal to believe him. ‘That’s different, I just got confused. I really thought it was aliens.’

‘Yes, I’m sure you did, yet it was only a helicopter flying over the school to take some pictures for the local newspaper. And what about the vampire you saw this morning? The one you were shouting about and disrupting everyone else in the class in the middle of a very important test; remember? The reason you’re in this room right now rather than getting to play outside with your friends. What did that turn out to be?’

‘The headmaster.’ Donald knew he’d been wrong, but he tried to defend his actions. ‘But the way his gown was blowing in the wind, he looked like a vampire.’

The zombie was now only a few feet from Mrs Mackay, its rotting fingers almost touching the thin pane of glass that was all that separated the classroom from the school yard. Its head loomed over the teacher’s shoulder, its jaws open, revealing blackened and blood-stained teeth.

‘And now, you’re saying there’s a zombie in the playground?’ The teacher leaned back against the window, shaking her head and tutting loudly. ‘Tell me, why should I believe you, this time?’

‘Because you have to, Miss, it’ll get you if you don’t. I know I was wrong about the werewolf, and the pterodactyl, and the mummy, and about the aliens landing on the playing fields, and the vampire, but I’m right about the zombie. Just turn round and you’ll see for yourself!’

Mrs MacKay narrowed her beady little eyes and stared at Donald over the top of her half-moon glasses. ‘Have you ever heard of the story about the boy who cried wolf?’

‘Yes, Miss, but that’s different. I wasn’t doing it for fun, I really did think the monsters were there.’ Donald sprang to his feet, unable to see why his teacher couldn’t understand the difference. ‘I really did think we were in danger. All I was trying to do was to warn everyone, to keep them safe.’

‘You know, I almost believe you, but when are you going to grow up and realise that monsters don’t exist? The dinosaurs died out millions of years ago, didn’t they? So there can’t be pterodactyls flying around now, can there?’ She’d uncrossed her arms and was now leaning forward, waggling a finger tipped with a claw-like nail at Donald. ‘You need not get it into your head, there’s no such thing as werewolves, or vampires, or aliens.’ Misses MacKay drew her skinny frame up to its full five foot eleven inches, trying to appear as intimidating as possible. ‘And there’s certainly no such thing as zombies!’

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than the zombie smashed through the glass and dragged her, kicking and screaming, from the classroom. Donald had done all he could to warn her, and he couldn’t help thinking that it wasn’t his fault that she was now zombie food. All she needed to do was give him the benefit of the doubt this time rather than assuming he must be lying because he’d got things wrong before. Teachers were always doing that, judging children from their past mistakes, not realising that they could change. After this morning, Donald had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t shout out again, not unless he was sure he was right. It just so happened that a real monster had turned up a few hours later and she had assumed that, yet again, he was seeing things that weren’t really there. Well, she was the one who’d ended up dead because of it and Donald felt she only had herself to blame.

At that moment, the classroom door flew open. There stood the headmaster, his black gown billowing out behind him, again bearing a striking resemblance to the vampire in the film Donald had watched the night before when he should have been tucked up in bed.

‘What’s all this racket?’ The headmaster spotted the broken glass littering the floor and turned towards where Donald was still standing in the middle of the room. ‘Did you break that window, boy?’

‘It wasn’t me, Sir, I didn’t do it.’ Donald saw the headmaster roll his eyes in response as he strode over to shattered window. Glass crunched under his size twelve shoes as he turned to face Donald, and his voice boomed out accusingly. ‘But there’s no one else here, boy, it must have been you!’

Behind the headmaster, Donald saw the zombie rise up, his teacher’s blood dripping from its face. He smiled at the headmaster, knowing what was going to happen next if the headmaster didn’t believe what he was about to say and thinking that it would serve him right.

‘No, Sir, it was the zombie in the playground …’


This is my first attempt at writing something in the zombie genre specifically aimed at children (late primary school age perhaps? or maybe early secondary school? I’m not really too sure). It’s a long time since I was a child, so I’m not too sure how well it would actually go down with younger readers these days, but it’s certainly the type of story I would have liked to read as a kid.

If you happen to be able to get your hands on a young reader or two who might be interested in this dark little tale, I’d be keen to get some feedback on what they think of it (after all, children are the best judges of what writing for children should be like). If you want a copy you can easily print out (or indeed put on an eReader), you can download a PDF of the story from here. I’m aware that this story probably has a particularly British slant (do school kids in other countries write in jotters?), but hopefully most of it is fairly cross-cultural.

In case there is anyone out there wondering about the title, it seems that one of the strongest memories almost every British kid has of being in primary school is the day a dog wandered into the playground, and the fuss it caused (this might just be a British thing, but then again, maybe it’s not). My own memories of an event like this was, indeed, the starting point for this story, and what might happen if it had been a zombie rather than just a stray dog.

From the author of For Those In Peril On The Sea, a tale of post-apocalyptic survival in a world where zombie-like infected rule the land and all the last few human survivors can do is stay on their boats and try to survive. Now available in print and as a Kindle ebook. Click here or visit to find out more. To download a preview of the first three chapters, click here.

To read the Foreword Clarion Review of For Those In Peril On The Sea (where it scored five stars out of five) click here.

17 Responses to “The Day A Zombie Came Into The Playground – A Dark Tale For Young Readers”

  1. daysagodiary 12/02/2014 at 03:39 #

    Cool read. Maybe I’ll get my students to have a read.

    • cmdrysdale 12/02/2014 at 10:52 #

      Thanks. If you do, let me know what they think of it (even if they don’t like it!).

      • laura mcnulty 22/07/2016 at 19:36 #

        my 9 and 5 yr olds just loved it, they wanted more…. 🙂

      • Colin M. Drysdale 24/07/2016 at 13:43 #

        Glad to hear your children loved this story, and thanks for taking the time to let me know – positive feedback is always greatly appreciated! I need to get round to writing some more stories for children as they are a lot of fun to work on.

  2. grinningbear1980 12/02/2014 at 06:14 #

    I will run this by my 9 year old and see what he thinks. 🙂

    • cmdrysdale 12/02/2014 at 10:52 #

      Thanks. I’ll look forward to hearing what he thinks, even if he doesn’t like it.

      All the best,


  3. Spyro 10/02/2019 at 12:22 #

    I loved this! The kids are just getting started 🙂

    • Colin M. Drysdale 10/02/2019 at 12:36 #

      Always great to get positive feedback! I hope the kids enjoy it too.

      • Spyro 10/02/2019 at 15:30 #

        Thanks Colin 🙂

  4. Spyro 10/02/2019 at 15:34 #

    Oh yeah, I forgot to say, I am midway through writing a book for teens on a airborne disease. I really don’t know how to carry on. Any advice?

    • Colin M. Drysdale 10/02/2019 at 15:58 #

      I’m always happy to offer advice, but I guess that depends on exactly where you’ve got to so far, and where you’ve got stuck. If you’re happy posting some more info here, i’ll see what I can suggest. Alternatively, PM me through my author’s Facebook page.

  5. Spyro 10/02/2019 at 16:52 #

    Ok. Here’s chapter One

  6. Spyro 10/02/2019 at 16:52 #

    We walked up to the shop and fortunately it was empty I ran in there and grabbed food. After we grabbed some food I said “if were in a zombie apocalypse we should go to the armoury to get some more guns” everyone agreed and we made our way to store.
    When we got to the armoury we all looked around cautiously for zombies and then we all rushed to get some more ammo and better guns. I walked to an AK-47 and picked it up, I walked to the attachments and picked up some mor ammo clips and a zoom.
    Then I picked up some grenades and some C-4’S.
    We walked outside and saw nothing so we carried on towards the street where we all live “I want to see my parents to see if they’re okay”. Lee moaned. I agreed and we all got into groups of three and slowly checked everyone’s houses. Everything was fine until we heard screaming coming from Phil’s house.
    I ran into Philips and found him and joan surrounded by dogs, I got closer and saw the dog’s fur was matted and green. I realised they must be zombie dogs. I leaped and pinned a dog to the floor and fought against it as it tried to bite me, I looked for a weapon and saw my knife jutting out from my belt.
    I grabbed the knife and as the dog went to bite me, I brought the blade up and stabbed down into its brain. It collapsed next to me and I got up, Phil and jay were still fighting and I shouted to them “get down!” They dropped on their stomach and I pulled out my ak-47 and shot the remaining dogs.
    They got up and said “they’re not here” Phil said. “They might be somewhere safe by now” I replied. “Let’s go meet up with the others”. We walked outside as everyone else come out of their houses. I walked to the middle of the street and unfortunately no one had any luck. I walked forward and saw my house. “Come to my house, my granddad has and secret gun store in the living room.
    We walked into the living room and strolled up to the fire place. I felt for the groove on top of the cabinet and pressed it, the fire place opened up revealing a room with snipers, pistols, ak-47’s, assault rifles, shotguns, MK-14’s, machetes, knifes, baseball bats and cricket bats
    I grabbed some and then went outside and told everyone
    “let’s go to the shopping centre to stock up on everything. We drove to the shopping centre and walked to the fridge aisle and filled the trolley, then I went to the cereal aisle ad chucked a load in the trolley.
    I went to the dairy aisle and grabbed milk, cheese, yogurts and some other stuff I went to the clothes and changed into a pair of tracksuit bottoms, and short sleeved T-shirt and a leather jacket with insulators and spikes on the shoulder. I also visited the shoe shop and grabbed some Nike air max with blue and white.
    While everyone else was sorting themselves out I ran to the tills and broke them open. Inside were the money so I took them all ready for trades (just in case). I also grabbed some torches and light bulbs. Then I grabbed some batteries. We all walked outside when we heard an ear piercing scream, 5 zombies were coming towards us; we all were stuck until we heard gunshots.
    The zombies fell to the floor and I saw two figures in the smoke, they got close and I realise who it was. It was Sam and Reece with guns. Sam walked over and kicked one of the zombies in the head, Reece walked up to me and we bumped knuckles. “How you holding up” he said. “quite good” I replied. Reece explained what had happened, basically him and Sam were playing baseball when the zombies attacked so they ran from the school but they didn’t see any of their classmates.

  7. Spyro 10/02/2019 at 16:52 #


  8. Spyro 10/02/2019 at 16:52 #

    Footsteps. That’s all Jake could hear outside his door. Footsteps. Slow, creaking footsteps. It was the day the virus hit London. The ‘Septicaemia X’ they had called it. Jake was inside his room holding his baseball he had collected whilst visiting America. He had enjoyed it there – just him and his dad. But all that was gone now. It had seemed like the whole world was gone. When he saw the people outside falling on their knees, their insides turning inside – out he knew something was seriously wrong. Jake had started to go downstairs but had heard excruciating noises. And so here he was. Sat in his room listening to the footsteps. Only they’d stopped. Jake picked up his baseball and silently tip-toed over to the door. The door creaked open and Jake scanned his surroundings. He barely had time to register the body that was flying at him before he was knocked over and slammed his head on the doorway. CRACK.
    Kai hated this life. He was out hunting for his brother Jake. They had survived the initial wave of sickness and had killed over 20 sickos. That was their name for them. Kai smiled. He loved his brother. But as he was walking with his brother a couple of days ago, he had been swiped at by a rogue sicko and got a nasty gash on his face. As Kai opened the door, something dropped down the stairs, something he knew very well. Jake’s baseball. It was soaked with blood and Kai tensed. Had a sicko got in? He paced up the stairs too see Jake’s mangled body sprawled across the floor, his arms ripped off his dead body. Kai screamed. He looked up just in time to see his murderer pouncing form the shadows. Kai raised his army pistol and shot the sicko clean in the face. It crumpled down on the floor and Kai kicked it viciously. It was his dad. Kai felt no remorse at killing his father. He had killed Jake. He fell to the floor and passed out in the pool of blood beneath him.

  9. Chris 23/05/2020 at 17:45 #

    My 5yo and I loved it! Thanks

    • Colin M. Drysdale 23/05/2020 at 16:56 #

      Thanks! It’s always nice to hear when people like what you write!

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