Archive for October, 2008

Chapter 4

October 3, 2008

Tina drove down the highway for about an hour. All she saw were zombies feeding on corpses, and aimlessly wandering around. She didn’t understand how the city had been taken over this quickly. It seemed that it had taken only a matter of hours for it to get infected to mass preportions like this.  lucky for Tina, she had enough ammo to stop a small army of these things, if fate called for it. So she had no worries.

But what she was worried about, was finding survivors. the more survivors to fight these things, the better. Strength in numbers. Only, finding these survivors was the hard part. Everyone was dead or dead-ish. This was going to be a bit of a chore, finding these survivors. Assuming there were any.

A while later, her car stopped moving. She got pissed. She had forgotten to fill up the gas tank the day before, and now she was paying for it. So after about five minutes of cussing at her car for sucking so much, she got out of the car and started to search on foot. She put as many clips of ammo in her pockets as she could, and continued on her way.

On her way, she saw several zombies, but avoided them. If she fired off a shot, more of them would hear it, and close in on her position. Those things were tougher than they looked. It only took one of them to kill hundreds. So she had to stay low and avoid them if she wanted to survive.

But she couldn’t avoid them forever, as she soon found out. There was one closing in on her position, and she was forced to fire a shot at it. The bullet struck it in the head, splattering decomposed matter everywhere. The zombie dropped dead. She started to walk again, but heard more zombies coming from out of the nearby woods.

And when she saw them, she thought, “Oh shit.” There were about Thirty six of them. Probably more. And the shitty part was, they were coming from all directions. Tina knew that she couldn’t get out of this one without using her gun, so she got ready for the incoming horde.

They moved closer, hungering for flesh. She studied every grotesque feature on them. She was ready to kick some ass. She fired off some shots at them, and killed about two fo them. She turned around and fired a couple of more shots at the zombies. Two more of them dropped dead. She kept fireing shots into the crowd of zombies, killing them one by one.

They started to get closer. Tina kept firing. Then she put the gun back in her pocket and took the kinfe off of her ankle strap. She always kept it with her, as she always recieved death threats from people who hated her. There were ten zombies left. She ran up to one and shoved the knife into it’s temple, instantly killing it.

She went over to a couple more, and snapped the neck of one of them. She then stabbed the knife into the others head. Seven more to go. She started to kill them. Her years of military experience made this easy. They couldn’t touch her. She felt invincible. But she knew that if she got too cocky, she would be killed.

With one more to go, she turned around, and got pounced on by the zombie. The zombie immedeatly made an attempt for her neck. She tried to fight it off, but it was to powerful. One of the things that the virus did, is bring dead cells in the human body back to life, makeing a living corpse twice as strong. She remembered her gun. She took it out of her pocket, and quickly fired a shot into the zomibes head. It rolled off of her dead. She was relieved about that. So after that ordeal, she walked off before she had to fight more.

Chapter 3

October 2, 2008

Dave was confused. Yesterday, the city had been a peacful place not full of carnavorous creatures. Now he had to fight for every step. He decided he should start running to find shelter, but after a mile, thought differently. He would need all the energy he could get. So he wandered around for a little bit in these woods he now walked through.

As he was walking, his mind clicked into something that he hadn’t thought of until now. His family. His wife and son were at his moms house. His mom lived in the city too, so they had probably gotten some of what had happened here too. He started to panic. Had the monsters consumed his family? Or worse, were they part of the undead army now?

He pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He would go to his mom’s house and see if they were ok. As he started to make his way back towards the highway, he came across a zombie that was missing both of it’s legs and had a gun next to it. So Dave went over to it, and crushed it’s head with his boot. He had anger towards these bastards, and would do everything in his power to kill them.

He picked up the gun and started for the highway once again. He would try to find a working car and get there faster. But once he got there, that was a bit easier said than done. All of the cars were either out of gas, had no keys, or had crashed into something else. But as he looked, he found one that had gas and keys in the ignition.

But the family of that vehicle was still in there. Only in zombie form. The whole family writhed in there, trying to get out and attack Dave. He looked in horror at the family. Bite marks everywhere, A severed corotid artery, and blood all over the back seat. The children were missing limbs. Dave assumed that the parents had turned first, and then killed the children.

Dave started to cry for them. Nobody deserved this. So he walked away to find a different car. Some time later, he did, and it was zombie free. Dave was happy to see that the door was unlocked, and started to get in. But as he opened the door, he heard footsteps behind him.

He turned around and saw five zombies approach him. Dave took his gun that he found an fired a bullet into the skull of one of them. The thing immeadiatly dropped dead. Dave went to fire off another round, but there was no ammo left. He cursed and threw the gun at a zombie. So dave took a metal bar off the ground and started to kill.

He killed 3 of the remaining zombies with the bar, but was attacked from behind by the last one. They fell to the ground, and Dave turned around to gaurd from being bit by the thing. The zombie scratched him, but wasn’t able to bite him. Dave took the zombies head, and turned it around. The zombie rolled off of him, dead. So with that, he took the car, and headed to his mother’s house.