Ugh! I've been having writers block for my real life novel for hours! So, instead of boringly finishing the finally of Wild Ones and making it suck because of writers block, I've decided to write in this ol thing.
Talia ran for her dear life. She had finally found her way outside of the mall safely, but her car was swarmed with zombies who had caught her old scent on it. She watched as two zombies lunged for her from behind a vehicle, she hopped over the hood and slid on her hip until she reached the other side. She adjusted her backpack while running and didn't look back. If she did... she'd see an entire pack.
Once she finally reached the highway, she climbed into an old city bus and ducked down. The only zombie within it was busy eating a dead pigeon so it didn't notice her. Soon, after the zombies had died down, Talia stood and examined her options of escape. She decided itd be best to head up city. No neighbourhoods lied where she was headed. She adjusted her shirt to be sure that it was tidy, then ran for her escape.
She hopped up to a street lamp, gripped its pole, then, because she ran full speed, spun around and kicked three zombies in the teeth. They fell and clumsily attempted to stand up as she ran faster than ever. That was when she reached an alley. She noticed a cooler and opened it. She found three boxes of beverages and pulled a can of warm cola out.
"Better than nothing," she shrugged as she walked on. She knew that once she reached the opens of the back alley there'd be many zombies.... And that's when the book leads us back to the beginning.
Clack! Hiss! Bang! Bang! Bang!
After she'd finished everything she climbed up onto a dumpster and hopped onto a low roof. She then ran across it and hopped across an open free fall and onto the next roof. It was getting dark as the sun was beginning to set. She finally hopped down, digging her nails into the bricks to slow her short fall down, then bending her knees so that her legs would not crack. She ran through the darkness and suddenly.... WHAM!
Two hands gripped her around the neck and her back was pressed against a wall.
"I got one!" the attacker exclaimed to, apparently, more people as they ran into the area.
Talia struggled against his grip, coughing and trying to speak- trying to say, "I'm a human! Don't kill me," because, well, obviously, earth couldn't afford to lose any more CIVIL-ians.
She took hold of his hands, trying to pry them from her neck as the oxygen began to drain from her brain. The boy seemed disgraced and took one hand from her neck in order to hold a gun to her face. He cocked it. His hands were shaking, his teeth clenched.
"Put it down, Danny... She isn't dead... Zombies don't need to breathe. If she were dead she would've first tried to reach YOU than pry of your hands!" an intelligent sounding boy screamed.
The boy holding her dropped her to the ground, his hands shaking.
"We don't want to die! I say we kill her," the one who attacked her spoke.
"No! Every zombie for itself, every human for another! You know that, man," another guy whined.
Talia's eyes opened with fear as she clammered to find the wall behind her to spider her arms up. She stood with the help of the wall for balance.
Instead of having a civil conversation, Talia lunged at the one who attacked he earlier, and hit him across the face with her fist. His cheek bled she hit him so hard.
She went to run for her escape, but everyone soon pinned her against a guys stomach. That was when she was hit across the head with the back of a gun and everything became black.
She woke up in a dark and dusty room. Tiny white dots fluttered throughout the yellow light of a window. Talia sat up with a gasp. She looked to the mirror across from her and gasped once again when she noticed the purple bruise stamped on her throat. She touched it, feeling the uneasy pain it gave her.
"Here, I assume that you'd want some water after that whole thing," the one who told her attacker to let her go spoke, "I'm-..."
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Tenacious
HorrorImagine a wasteland. Now imagine you are friendless, have no family left, and are being chased down to the death... all alone. Now imagine that the bloodthirsty murderers after you are undead, nasty creatures with a relentless hunger for your flesh;...
