Creative Writing: The First Zombie

“Shit, why don’t they stop?” said Chas, turning to Barry, who was no longer by his side. Turning Chas looked around the alley, “Baez? Where you go mate? You’re not scared are ya?”. Reaching down he picked up his beer can and turned back to watch the bonfire. As he turned the first zombie had closed the gap to less than ten feet. Shocked, Chaz dropped his beer and turned to run; kicking into the gas can at his feet. As he stumbled and the zombies bore down on him the gas fumes ignited around him. The flames clung to his jacket and hair. Screaming he dropped to the ground, trying to put the flames out. As he rolled over he saw the first zombie, glass embedded face melting from the heat, reach out and grab his throat. His shrill screams quickly stopped as the zombies tore into him. …show more content…
How is that even possible?” The first asked. “I don’t know man, but you sure it didn’t get through your boot?” The second was looking nervously at the deep bite marks in the others boot heel. “Goddamit, yeah I’m sure it didn’t get through man! God damn were in the middle of a field, how did this get here, and where the hell is the rest of it?!” In frustration he kicked the combat helmet, sending it and its gnashing contents spinning away. “We should go put a round in that man, you know, in case someone else steps on it ”“Screw that, forget it, let’s move on”“Yeah, I was afraid you would say that” said the second man as he leveled his pistol to his companion’s skull and pulled the trigger. Wiping the blood spray from the barrel with his jacket he strode off to find the kicked clear zombie