So this is my first horror story, i don't think it's going to be too scary. More of a suspense. Anyway, it's a zombie story in case you're wondering what The Dead are. C:
This story is from the POV of a 15 year old teen. Soon to be 16.
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The picture on the side is just a random/creepy zombie picI found...
On with the story now... don't be put off by just the first two or three chapters, it gets different as you read on. :)
No one knows how it started… no one knows where they came from; all we know is that they are here, and that if we don’t protect ourselves, we could turn into one of them…
They live below me, and every day I must see them, staring up at me, arms raised, drool dripping from they’re mouths. I remember the first time I heard what they really wanted; despite my parents efforts to protect me from the truth.
I’d had asked one of the Ruler’s.
I was only eleven at the time, and I was sitting across one of the bridges. The bridges are all made of tightly woven rope and wood from the forests trees. I was sitting on the edge with my legs slung over, watching below me. Of course, The Dead were down below, reaching up for me. Suddenly, one, a woman with dark hair screeched a loud, strangled cry, and was looking at me with a harsh glare. I could see in her eyes she wanted me down there, but I still didn’t understand why. I jumped away in surprise, even though she was sixty feet below, I needed to put more distance away from us.
“Don’t fall,” someone said harshly.
I turned to see one of the Rulers.
You always knew which ones were Rulers, even though it wasn’t completely obvious. They were always healthier than the rest of us, and looking at him, I could see he was doing a lot better than most of us. His eyes were bright, his cheeks were flushed, and he also wasn’t skinny, like we all are. He looked nicely cleaned and shaven, while we only got one time to bathe on our oceans shore a week.
“I won’t,” I whispered, looking at him.
He stared at me, and I crept back over to the edge to take another peek back down. The same Dead woman was glaring at me.
I turned away from her harsh look and took a shy peak back at the Ruler in front of me.
“I- I don’t understand,” I stuttered.
He frowned down at me, “What exactly do you not understand?” he asked.
I bit my lip and blushed brightly. “My mother says that all The Dead are is crazy, evil, beings. I understand that, but whenever they see me, it looks like they… want me,” I whispered the last part out in terror, finally realizing the truth once I said it aloud.
The Ruler chuckled a humorless laugh that scared me. “Of course they want you!” I cowered away, frightened by what he was now going to say. “They’re hungry, hungry for you. They smell your flesh from miles away and won’t leave until they have it. That’s why most of them are missing flesh, they’ve been eaten before they’ve been transformed.”
I stared at him in horror, “Transformed?”
“Yes, one bite and you will slowly start to change, into one of them. It seems like a painful process, but once you’ve been bitten, the infection will spread throughout your body, and soon enough your heart will stop beating…” he walked over to me and picked me up from where I was sitting, and before I realized what he was doing, I was dangling over the edge.
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