All the trio could see were bright lights blinding them. No zombies, no nothing.
The lights grabbing the attention of the zombies right away! Guess is they charged the car, as the trio could hear multiple rapid and heavy footsteps growing some sort of faint. The first being impaled due to the spikes on the rim of the car, the rest being run over.
Our saviours, over and shooting the zombies, making a u-turn facing the car doors towards us. Both doors open, revealing 3 women. Our friends. "Get in losers we're going shopping for zombies!" The friend in the back yelled. "Sounds fun! Better not get in my way Ainsley as I am expertise in this sort of thing" Morgan replied. The trio outside jumping towards the car, grabbing on to the handles on the side to help them in.
All in the car slamming the doors quickly. "We need an easier way to get into this car, maybe a step? It's too much jumping" Gemma sighed, "not our fault your short" Kirsten laughed, rolling their eyes sarcastically. We all sat in silence as Nateasha drove us back home. "So. . .what have you guys gotten?" she spoke breaking the silence.
Morgan, Gemma and Brianna took their backpacks off, opening them. "Just the usual necessity's. Food, water, first-aid kits. . ." Brianna mumbled rummaging through her bag.
After an hour of silence and talking about random shit we reached camp.
The car slowing down and pulling to a stop as they had finally reached camp. "All clear, get out" she ordered as everyone hopped out. We made our way to the side, towards two iron doors that lead to a big underground bunker.
"You're back! I thought you guys were dead" a person cheered, walking out from the kitchen. "We are luckily, thanks to them" Brianna replied pointing to Ainsley, Nateasha and Kirsten. "Glad we sent them out then" he chuckled.
"You better go put the loot you've brought back away" another person smirked, grabbing the bag of food the trio brought back, "Dinner will be ready soon as well".
"Yeah thanks for sending them out Jude and Mahsa, also can't wait for dinner" Gemma beamed.
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"Mmm, that was delicious! Thankfully we have master chefs in this house" Kirsten joked causing everyone to laugh.
"Morgan, can you tell the story of how this all started" Mahsa asked, "Ugh again with this story really" Kirsten replied. Mahsa gave Kirsten a pouty look, "Yes again!". She looked back towards Morgan "Just one last time please" she begged, "Alright, just once more" he sighed looking down with a smile forming in his face.
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The Last Survivors
HorrorIt was thought to be impossible, only in movies. A zombie apocalypse. A disaster. Not to be reckoned with. A group of 9. Aged 19-20. Left to survive alone. It was to be impossible for others to have survived. They just got lucky. . . .or so they t...
