Infected: Chapter I
Blood pumping, heart racing, I feel adrenaline coarsing through my veins, a sickly, foul rotten stench has made my nose go numb. The dead German Sheperd jumps at my face and rips out a chunk the size of a fist, sickly yellow blood sprays all over the ground, blinding my left eye. I unstrap my brutal, steel lucky baseball bat from my back and obliterate the head of one of the four "undead doggies!" as John calls them.
Skinless, rotten, yellow viscous dogs that follow crowds of zombies wherever they go. "I'm frickin' sick of this..." I sigh angrily at myself, I easily jump to the top of a lamppost. Adrenaline is slowly fading as I realise I am not about to be overwhelmed by only four German Sheperds. I guess I was nervous because usually huge crowds of aggressive, bloodthirsty zombies gather, often wanting a piece of fresh meat.
I jump the four metre high lamppost and then leapfrog casually to the top of a nearby three storey tall building! I don't break my stride and start leaping from building to building towards home.
No, I do not know Karate or Martial Arts, nothing snazzy. I am not a black-clad Japanese ninja, I am a mutated, undead, disgusting ZOMBIE!!
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Infected
AdventureTwo brothers named John and Finnick are in a zombie apocalypse, surviving day after day is becoming a challenge. Especially since one of the brothers is a zombie.
