have her run into me somewhere in the city. Lets say its night time, and two weeks in. All the electricity is out, fires have burned parts of the city, glass windows are all broken, cars are in the streets, and grass is starting to grow up through the sidewalks. Animals are starting to come back.
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
Keeping as near as possible to the buildings on the street I quickly strode to one of the abandoned shops to get some food, just by looking you could tell that the world had been devastated, everyone and a while you would come across groups of people huddled around a fire eyeing you suspiciously as you passed by, It had been quite for the last two days but the living continued suspect one another, you could never tell whether your friend had been infected and if they were just going to randomly attacking you. Zombies Before all this I had believed them to be slow, weak and mindless creatures; with the exception of the mindless I could never have been so wrong. I shuddered as I remembered the brute strength I had encountered before, I knew humanity didn't stand a chance. I kept on moving, keeping to the shadows and jumped as a cat hissed at me, my heart started racing and my eyes started watering, I wondered if I would ever get over this fear, the fear of getting hurt, the fear of loss, betrayal, death. I finally made it to the supermarket and grabbed a random trolley, I wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible, while I was in the tinned can section, My fear intensified and my mind shook with I sense of impending doom someone or something was near. I abandoned my trolley and headed for the shampoo isle; if it was zombies then that was the last place they would go as they cant eat shampoo I figured. Trying to keep my already out of control breath even my eyes started watering again, all that ran through my mind was, Oh God no! I don't wanna die! Please, don't come, don't come My mind and body were in turmoil, I started involuntarily whimpering, then from behind I heard footsteps, I decided to bolt for it but before I got away a strong hand grabbed my arm, I whipped around to see someone around my age staring at me with his other hand making the 'shh' sign over his mouth. Relieved and tired I broke down in tears.
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"Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler" -Einstien
I was at what used to be a shop in New York and now was a random place where people stole food from. The electricity still worked which was good, I could see the neww and some things. II've made that place my home since I had nowhere to live, the place my aunt's bakery. She used to sell muffins and breakfasts, that until they attacked and took everything with them.
They came for me and for my family. I escaped, hardly, but did. I can still recal that day when they torutred and killed all of my family. I pressed the bread so hard that it crumbled to pieces. This is crap, I thought. Getting up from where I was and heading outside the door.
It was all so desolated now, few people walking hear and there, fear obvious in their faces. I couldn't let that happen to me, I had to avenge my family, I just had to. So I strated running, running at full spped until my egs could bear it no longer an fell down. But when i looked up someone was staring at me with bright eyes.
**Can someone be her friend please?**
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'autonne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Verlaine
You'd think that when the world started to end, there would be a chance of survival. In my case, i couldn't find one. I stood,a hundred feet off the ground on top of an abandoned building. It reeked of death and as a slight breeze tossed my hair across my face, i wrinkled my nose in disgust. My home was up here. I felt safer being alone and high up. The roof of the building was flat and sturdy enough for me to make a home of it. A small trash bag held everything i owned, which i currently held, slung over my back as i gazed over the once proud city.
The zombies made the city a living hell. Even the clean acted crazed, fighting to the death over a simple loaf of bread. That's why i stayed up high. Away from the cold, mean eyes of the world.
I dropped my bag on the ground. The sun was going down now, painting the sky red. Soon there would be blood. I don't know if I'll make it through tonight's hunting, but compared to the people below, i have a pretty darn good chance.
hey, bonnie ill post in a bit, gotta annotate Walden for school
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
I looked down into the blue water of the Atlantic Ocean, and the dead fish floating on top of it. The water was tainted. Lucky for me, I had a purification system back at my place.
I put two of the buckets on the pole and slung in over my shoulders. I had done this twice already.
As I walked home, I kept my eyes peeled. Zombies didn't usually like sunlight, but it was starting to go down, and I'd killed a few before the sun was completely down. God, I hate zombies.
I made it halfway to my house before I saw one coming down the street. A girl about my age, her blond hair all matted and dirty with shredded clothes, not really covering much. Normally, I'm an admirer of the female physique, but when it comes to zombies, that's a whole nother story.
She started to snarl and charge at me. She was a little farther off, so I pushed play on my iPod and Johnny Cash's "Country Boy" started to play as I pulled out my shotgun.
As she got closer, I aimed at her heart. I let her get really close, until she was almost at arms length, and then, I put a hole in her chest. She dropped with a screech and I smiled. Every time I killed a zombie, I thought of my parents. I missed them, especially Dad.
I started to walk when I heard footsteps behind me again, and when I reached for my gun, I heard, "If you value your hide, you'll turn around very, very slowly."
I crept down the dark ally, my breathing shallow. Tears fell down my face. I had seen it all. My whole family infected, my brother Andy and my sister Rachelle were the only ones besides me who had escaped. But I had no idea where they were now. It had been two weeks, and I still hadn't seen them around my home. Every day was tiring, and I grew hungreier and hungreier every day. I could barely find any water. All the water was down, so I had been drinking from the gutters when there was occasional rain, and when I found the occasional ditch I would drink from there. I had seen a few survivors around, but not many. I had realized I wasn't the youngest on the streets, I had seen a few people younger than me. It was a shock really, and I had already seen many zombies. I could barely sleep, for they mainly came out in the night, (though it seemed to be dark everyday now). It scared me, the moaning sounds they made when they came near me, and the look of their eaten away fingers. It made me shudder just thinking about it. I was scared, and alone. In the world of zombies. This is my story, my story of my survival.
Sorrow lasts through this night I'll take this piece of you, and hold for all eternity For just one second I felt whole... as you flew right through me. ~Sorrow by Flyleaf
The zombie started to run at the boy ahead of he, her ripped clothes flapping in the air. Quick as anything, he pulled out a shotgun and shot it dead centre in the chest. I started to walk towards him; some part of me wanted to become friends with him, to have company. most of me just wanted that gun. I held up the tiny, crappy handgun I'd stolen from some other guy. It didn't work too well and had a mean kick but it was the best I had. I tried to be silent and got up close behind his back. His stiffened and his hand went to his gun. I pressed mine against the side of his head and whispered in his ear. "If you value your hide, you'll turn around very, very slowly." God, I hated this. Turning against the human race when we should band together. But I doubted anyone would want to group up, and if they didn't want to I wasn't going to waste my energy trying. He put his hands up very slowly and turned to face me. I never let the gun drop.
"Right then. What've you got here? Oh, nice gun. Tell you what, let's swap! Be a gentleman and let a lady steal your gun why don't you?"
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."
My eyes snapped open. A high pitched scream ripped through the night, making me wrinkle my noise and cup a hand over one of my ears. It was a normal occurrence, except that it sounded human. ON the top of the roof i could see everything so i scrambled to my feet drowsily, quickly crouching s the same scream pierced my ears. The night was completely black, so dark, it didn't even matter if i kept my eyes open.
I felt carefully for the edge of the building and when i reached it i slid a metal rectangle out of my pocket. With a metallic click, a long deadly knife blade swung out of it. I wasn't one to save anybody. In my world there were no heroes, just survivors. But something coaxed me to help this person. Even though it was pitch black, and i would no doubt either never make it back or become a mindless freak.
If i could find my bag, i could get my light. But that would just lead them all to me. i decided not to do anything at all, just wait for the morning and get some food. I hadn't eaten for four days.
My eyes started to droop, as if somebody had taped rocks to my eyelids, when i heard footsteps, right below me on the street. Two sets, and i began to smell the putrid, rancid smell of a zombie. A shiver went up my spine as the moaning started. That meant it was close to its prey. It wasn't me, but who was it? I could hear heavy breathing too, my senses seemed intensified now that i couldn't see anything. My hand clutched the knife tighter and i felt around the edge and climbed down.
My feet slammed into the rock ground and my knees buckled. I laid on the ground listening for a moment and then stood up and stood flat against the building waiting. The footsteps got closer and then a felt something go by me. My eyes started to water. The smell was overpowering. my mouth dropped open as the footsteps came back. What wer they doing?
I couldn't see the zombie advance on the figure but i could sense it. Imagine its yellow eyes darting back and forth and its dry pasty tongue slowly lick its lips. It was a foot away when i jumped. I landed arms clenched in a choke hold around its neck. How i aimed so perfect in the dark i don't know. I felt like i was riding a bull. It screamed like an insane animal and convulsed wildly trying to throw me off. Quickly, before it though me off i punched my knife into it skull. Warm blood sprayed all over my forearm as i flew off and landed, dazed on the pavement. I still gripped my knife as i stood up and looked around. The figure was standing there still, i could hear the breathing. then they spoke.
Bridget was awaken by footsteps coming slowly down her cold ally. She hunched into a ball, hoping that if it were a zombie, it would pass. But she knew that wasn't likely, the zombie could smell fresh flesh from miles away. She held tears back. She knew she'd have to get used to this, but it was so hard. She was only thirteen, her parents were gone...everyone was gone. She lifted her head up and saw a girl. A girl. Not a zombie, not an undead freak, a girl! "Hey!" Bridget stood up and called. The girl came towards her slowly. "H...hi..." the girl whispered. She looked fairly thin, and she looked pale and hungry. "Are you hungry?" Bridget asked. THis was the first person who had actually talked back to her. The girl nodded and Bridget handed the girl a small package of Ramen she had found in an apartment. "I'm Bridget," Bridget told the girl, while the girl feasted on the hard noodles. "I'm Alexandria, but you can just call me Alex, or Lexi." "Do you want some water, Lexi?" Bridget asked and took out a small pail of ditch water. Lexi took the small pail greatfully and drank some. "I'm sorry," Lexi said, "I shouldn't be eating your food and drinking your water." "No its okay, you need it."
Sorry if I got your character wrong pudin! I really am! Anyways, I think my last chapter was telling from her persepective, so sorry you guys.
Sorrow lasts through this night I'll take this piece of you, and hold for all eternity For just one second I felt whole... as you flew right through me. ~Sorrow by Flyleaf
The girl started crying and i cursed silently. but why shouldn't she cry? There were dead men all over trying to rip her throat out and eat her. Not necesarilly a moment for smiling.
I moved her against the wall and drew my pistol, dropping into a crouch and sniffing for blood. the acrid stench of iron floated to me from two isles down. Wonderful. They'd be heading this way soon.
Two zombies rounded the corner, and started running towards us. the pistol clicked twice, the silencer supresing the sound, and the zombies dropped, small holes in the middle of their skulls.
I pulled the girl to her feet, "Come on! We have to go now!"
*there you go Bonnie*
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone. — Audrey Hepburn
