This is a writing prompt
The explosion was enormous it rang in my ears for what felt like eternity. A cloud of dust then ran over my head chunks of bark and wood started falling out of the sky breaking the window of my truck. I thought they were going to break through my roof and crush me the chunks then started to stop and as the dust cleared I saw a huge fireball forming in the forest in front of me. I tried to back up but my truck wouldn’t start. a big log had fallen through my engine cover putting a hole in the bay where the starter plug is. I then saw burning zombie people hobbling out of the fire they jumped onto my truck, they tried climbing through my windows and opening my doors I got out the knife I use for cooking and had a go at stabbing one of the zombies, It had no effect it just went straight through him and with the fire fast approaching I knew I had to do something. I jumped out of my roof hatch knife in hand and ran down the back of my trailer I knew I was faster then the zombies so I could jump off and run away. After running for kilometres I came to a truck stop There was a group of truckers who I had told to call the police and fire department they didn’t believe me and believed I was a crazed lunatic one of them gave me a ride to the next town over where I was also called a lunatic by their people. They then saw the smoke coming over the hills in that moment I went from crazed lunatic to a semi believable person.