After what we call therapy sessions (apparently I am good at handling other people's emotions and giving advice) we decided to follow up on the clues up to this community center.
It's fairly big, enough storage for food, a whole less depressing looking. I think this could be a good place to set up base. It has a nice basement too, It's carpeted, had enough room for about 50 people. The only problem is the potential attempted murderer.
It's Faith's and I's turn to search the basement, after looking, it doesn't appear that anything is off, It didn't even look like there's anywhere to hide. I look inside the closet but there isn't anything in there, just cleaning supplies.
Wait a second, Faith isn't here anymore, she's gone.
"Faith? Hello? Where did you go?"
I hear a muffled scream. I sprint towards it. I almost throw the door off its hinges. I see a muscular guy pinning Faith on the ground. His hand are in a tight grip around her neck. "You bastard," I yell as I lunge towards him, knife in hand.
He swings his arm towards me hitting me in the stomach. Knocking the air out of me. I get launched back few feet and then stumble to the ground. He jumps towards me, I reach my arm towards him, he lands on my knife.
"Aahhhh!"
"Gotcha bitch!"
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" BAM he punches me in the face, my knife falls out of my hand, BAM he punch me again. BAM, Darkness.
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Survivors of the Horde
General FictionA group of teenagers survive a horde of zombies, killing almost everyone in their small mid-western town. How will these teens react to finding out their friends survived? How do they survive? How long can they survive? Read to find out. Note: sorry...
