Infected

Chapter 11

I really felt like I was on a roll when I wrote chapter ten so I'm writing this, even though I have homework due :S. 

So considering I haven't given time for comments and etc.

I dedicate this to unique-goodness and DayDreamer2011.

Again....

keep reading ;D

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Infected: Chapter XI

I see out of the corner of my eye something sprinting, zombie! I jump simoultaneously with the huge zombie, towards John... Four metres away. Time seems to slow down, like in some dramatic Bames Jond movie, I get a good look at the mutated freak. Humongous abs have teared open the shirt, the arm and legs muscles easily three times the size of mine, ( that's alot considering there is not a gram of fat in my body! ) but then time speeds up again as John is smashed through a shelf of biscuits, just as I get to him. I look back to see John, just as I realise I am still in the air and I smash through a shelf of lamb cutlets. I sprint back to where John had a party with the biscuits and see a star of blood on the ground, with a few teeth added to the mix, "Ouch..." I mutter. The blood is smeared towards my lef- BOOM! The zombie rammed into me like a fricking bulldozer with all its muscly power and ploughed right through me. I grab John and wrench him out of the zombie's iron grip, throwing him to the side to get him out of the way. The body-builder zombie has skidded past and is sprinting at me again, I run at him. It reminds me of games John and I used to play on our bikes, 'Chicken.' First one to move loses, but I intend to. At the last second I make a huge leap over the muscly zombie, as it tries to grab at me it clutches my foot for a second but then looses grip. I hit the ground and create a star of yellow blood to match John's, but quickly leap up and start running down the aisle to my right, trying to ignore the pain. At the end there is a shelf intersection, perfect. The zombie is about to blow its top as it runs at me one last time, like a matador at the last frickin' second I step to the left and the zombie crashes through a shelf stock piled with french onion soup. Sickly yellow blood sprays on my face to match that already there, price slash. I check the zombie is dead by pelting a can at its head, completely obliterating it. I walk back to John, the adrenaline still pumping through me. "Phew!" I sigh and sit beside John, I realise he is out cold. His state makes me realise that I am extremely tired, I pick up my lucky bat from where I dropped it when the zombie popped us and lie down, using a packet of biscuits for a pillow. I slowly fall asleep. If zombies had super-human hearing, I would have heard something quietly sneak through the smashed window at the front of the shopping centre...