Walk of the Dead
The soft thud of a bowstring and the splatter that followed broke the silence that morning. With a low whistle Bruce said “Another clean kill, Michael, how do you do it?”
“Practice,” I replied while I walked over to retrieve my bolt “ and a little luck.” This is how my life has been for as long as I can remember. More zombies to kill, brothers to annoy me and people to save. I reached down to retrieve my bolt which was lying discarded on the floor. I looked at the hollow sack of meat on the ground and it sickened me to think that it had once been a person like me. The bolt had gone in between the eyes, where I always shoot for, after all, it is the best way to kill a zombie. “I could never do that,” Bruce wailed while I examined my kill “it is to hard for me.” “Cut that out” I retorted “I do not need you ruining my day this early in the morning.” We set out through the …show more content…
“Alright” I said to my team “we have another survivor to save.”
We found the group quickly because of the ten zombies nearby. Zombies only usually travel in groups if there are humans nearby. We split up to surround the zombies and unleashed a volley, killing about half the group. By the time I heard the shambling footsteps, it was too late. The zombie, a half rotted corpse with bloodshot eyes and missing an arm was standing over me ready to bite. Then it happened, in a blur of motion, and a flash of silver, the zombie no longer had a head. “I asked in a terrified voice “who, who are you” I stuttered.
“My name is Tomas he said, but you can call me Tom.” “I ain’t into fancy things like proper names and titles” he said, as he cleaned his katana.
He helped me to my feet with a calloused hand. As we talked I asked him “You do not look like you are from this area, so where are you
The soft thud of a bowstring and the splatter that followed broke the silence that morning. With a low whistle Bruce said “Another clean kill, Michael, how do you do it?”
“Practice,” I replied while I walked over to retrieve my bolt “ and a little luck.” This is how my life has been for as long as I can remember. More zombies to kill, brothers to annoy me and people to save. I reached down to retrieve my bolt which was lying discarded on the floor. I looked at the hollow sack of meat on the ground and it sickened me to think that it had once been a person like me. The bolt had gone in between the eyes, where I always shoot for, after all, it is the best way to kill a zombie. “I could never do that,” Bruce wailed while I examined my kill “it is to hard for me.” “Cut that out” I retorted “I do not need you ruining my day this early in the morning.” We set out through the …show more content…
“Alright” I said to my team “we have another survivor to save.”
We found the group quickly because of the ten zombies nearby. Zombies only usually travel in groups if there are humans nearby. We split up to surround the zombies and unleashed a volley, killing about half the group. By the time I heard the shambling footsteps, it was too late. The zombie, a half rotted corpse with bloodshot eyes and missing an arm was standing over me ready to bite. Then it happened, in a blur of motion, and a flash of silver, the zombie no longer had a head. “I asked in a terrified voice “who, who are you” I stuttered.
“My name is Tomas he said, but you can call me Tom.” “I ain’t into fancy things like proper names and titles” he said, as he cleaned his katana.
He helped me to my feet with a calloused hand. As we talked I asked him “You do not look like you are from this area, so where are you