Loud screeches interrupted the serenity in the room.
“Lindsey, grab Precious and shelter yourselves in the living room closet,” my voice was low, but vehement. I ran to the door, the cacophonous sounds becoming nearly intolerable.
Voices started cramming my head. How can I fend off these many zombies? I had to. I took a final look at Lindsey and Precious, turned and reached into the closet beside the main door, and pulled out an AK 12. I could do this. My hand reached for the cold knob, quivering. I bit my lip and tightened my grasp. I took a shallow breath, and opened the door.
Just as the door opened, the stench slapped me in the face. I stepped back, and unleashed an artillery barrage. Unfortunately, it was blindfire. My eyes focused …show more content…
I had to stay strong. I had lost Logan. I will not lose anyone else. I looked at Precious.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
I turned and ran. I had to reach a safe house. I started my journey, and heard footsteps. I turned, no one. I kept going and reached an apartment. I heard those footsteps again. I turned and saw Logan. Eyes red, skin burnt. I limped as he, or it, walked. I teared up. I could see my husband in the beast. No it’s not your husband. I couldn’t believe it. The eyes were the worst. A pale white, with no pupil. Scars and cuts surrounded his nose and eyes. We stood there paralyzed. We stared into each other. I couldn’t hurt it. It was my husband. No it’s not. Get yourself together. It sped towards me.
I picked up my spear, and winded my arm. How could I do this? He got closer and closer, and I couldn’t gather the courage. Logan pounced on me, and I felt this pain I had never experienced before. I screamed, and pushed him off.
“LOGAN, THIS ISN’T YOU. PLEASE.”
It came for me again, and I kicked him, Logan went back stunned. I heard Precious’s cries. I teared up. Logan pounced again, but not for me. For Precious. I made a promise. I pulled back my spear, and it flew towards Logan. The spear cut right through his flesh, and Logan fell back. Logan was dead. Forever. And now, I was next. I was …show more content…
I looked at Precious’s face. I made a promise. I cut a large square out of Logan’s clothing. It pained me to do this, but I cut into Logan, my hand covered in blood. I took a large chunk of his organs. I pulled it out. I swallowed down my vomit, my throat burned, along with my nostrils. I took the organs and put it on the cloth. I tied up the cloth, making into a sac. I attached that to the spear, and hung it over my shoulder. I took Precious and put him into the bag I had, and attached the bag to my back. The bag held down the spear. I stood up, and the bag of guts was in front of me, out of my hands reach. I had less than a minute before I changed. I stood, and turned towards the nearest major road. I felt an intense pain in my shoulder, and it spread all over my body. It was happening. The world went black. I was gone. I lied to Precious. I couldn’t protect
“Lindsey, grab Precious and shelter yourselves in the living room closet,” my voice was low, but vehement. I ran to the door, the cacophonous sounds becoming nearly intolerable.
Voices started cramming my head. How can I fend off these many zombies? I had to. I took a final look at Lindsey and Precious, turned and reached into the closet beside the main door, and pulled out an AK 12. I could do this. My hand reached for the cold knob, quivering. I bit my lip and tightened my grasp. I took a shallow breath, and opened the door.
Just as the door opened, the stench slapped me in the face. I stepped back, and unleashed an artillery barrage. Unfortunately, it was blindfire. My eyes focused …show more content…
I had to stay strong. I had lost Logan. I will not lose anyone else. I looked at Precious.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
I turned and ran. I had to reach a safe house. I started my journey, and heard footsteps. I turned, no one. I kept going and reached an apartment. I heard those footsteps again. I turned and saw Logan. Eyes red, skin burnt. I limped as he, or it, walked. I teared up. I could see my husband in the beast. No it’s not your husband. I couldn’t believe it. The eyes were the worst. A pale white, with no pupil. Scars and cuts surrounded his nose and eyes. We stood there paralyzed. We stared into each other. I couldn’t hurt it. It was my husband. No it’s not. Get yourself together. It sped towards me.
I picked up my spear, and winded my arm. How could I do this? He got closer and closer, and I couldn’t gather the courage. Logan pounced on me, and I felt this pain I had never experienced before. I screamed, and pushed him off.
“LOGAN, THIS ISN’T YOU. PLEASE.”
It came for me again, and I kicked him, Logan went back stunned. I heard Precious’s cries. I teared up. Logan pounced again, but not for me. For Precious. I made a promise. I pulled back my spear, and it flew towards Logan. The spear cut right through his flesh, and Logan fell back. Logan was dead. Forever. And now, I was next. I was …show more content…
I looked at Precious’s face. I made a promise. I cut a large square out of Logan’s clothing. It pained me to do this, but I cut into Logan, my hand covered in blood. I took a large chunk of his organs. I pulled it out. I swallowed down my vomit, my throat burned, along with my nostrils. I took the organs and put it on the cloth. I tied up the cloth, making into a sac. I attached that to the spear, and hung it over my shoulder. I took Precious and put him into the bag I had, and attached the bag to my back. The bag held down the spear. I stood up, and the bag of guts was in front of me, out of my hands reach. I had less than a minute before I changed. I stood, and turned towards the nearest major road. I felt an intense pain in my shoulder, and it spread all over my body. It was happening. The world went black. I was gone. I lied to Precious. I couldn’t protect