Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

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 "Truly, I'd much rather go by coach." John said as he sat atop his horse, looking pleadingly at his mother.

"You had much better go on horseback," Mrs. Bennet insisted. "For it seems likely to rain, and then you must stay all night." 

"That would be a good scheme if you were sure they would not send her home." Elliot mocked his mother.

"Mother, I really would prefer the carriage." John complained. It's not that he disliked riding horses, it's just that he would prefer in this scenario that he didn't.

"John, Mr. Bingley undoubtedly likes you." Mrs. Bennet comforted. "But in nine cases out of ten, a man had far better show more affection than she feels."

"Enough." Elliot gently says, pulling their mother away from John and his horse. "Go quickly now. The zombies spring easily from the wet earth."

John clicks his tongue and the horse takes off, taking him in the direction of Netherfield as thunder rumbled from above, the storm undoubtedly close. The thunder got louder as John rode over the country land. Passing woods, John hears a dog whimper, so he pulls out his gin and cocks it for safe measure. He points it defensively in front of him, still on his horse, waiting for a zombie to emerge from where the sounds were coming from.

The unsavory crunch of bones and dog whimpers steadily grew louder as John's horse trotted closer to the source. Adrenaline and fear coursed through his veins as he waited. Barking and whimpering dogs then scamper out of an opening in the tree line, running from something. The horse begins to whinny and buck as a man emerges from the trees knocking John off before running away. The man was obviously undead.

John picks up the gun from where he dropped it, aiming it at the undead man approaching him. He fires at the man, but the gun backfires, injuring John's hand, causing him to groan in pain. While briefly examining his hand wound, the zombie had gotten in reaching distance, grabbing at John who ducked. He pulled out a knife from his boot, slashing at the zombie. He continued to slash and jab his dagger at the zombie, cutting off and injuring its limbs in the process. He eventually gets the undead man to the ground, stepping on it's head, immediately killing it.

He removes his foot from the zombies caved in head, panting at the exertion. He kneels down, wiping his blade on the damp grass as the thunder continued to rumble. He makes a sign of the cross before standing up.

As he stood, he heard the sound of a crying baby. He turns to the source and sees an undead woman with little hair, dulled clothes, and greyed skin. It turns around to revel flesh falling off her face and that she is holding her undead child.

"Merciful God." John exclaimed to himself. "This cannot be."

The undead mother looks down at her undead baby before starting to calmly walk towards John, who was starting to feel a little light headed.

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Bingley anxiously waited by the window for the lovely man, John, that he met at the village party to arrive for tea. It was storming outside, so maybe he had decided against coming, but Bingley held out some hope that John would arrive soon. As he gazed hopefully out the window, he saw something moving. In the case that is was the undead, Bingley grabbed his sword and went to confront the figure. 

As soon as he stepped outside, he got wet. It had started to rain a bit ago, but now it was pouring. As Bingley approached what he had assumed was an undead person he had to put down, he recognized the figure as John. He was pale and his hand was bleeding. There was a passing thought that John had possibly gotten but the feeling dispelled when John collapsed onto the ground, a shivering mess.