The night was the worst part about being down there.You could hear their cries for human flesh, they bashed the windows and the doors almost shattering the glass into a thousand pieces.When moring came peace setteled over the house, there was no-more groaning no-more bashing just the sound of birds chirping.
I walked ouy of the emergency room and into the lounge, everything was just how I had left it. Why did they give up? Why didn't they kick the door down and wreck my house then eat me, I mean us. The more I thought about it the more parinod I it so I banished it from mind.
I sat on the winsowsill strategically placing myself in the shawdows, staring at the Hombies walking past.One of them looked very farmiliar to me, his dark skin, cracked glasses, blood running down his arm and is slightly nappy hair...it was him, it was Avien!
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Double crossed
Short StoryA woman named Rosaville is stuck in the middle of a zombie apocaylpse,while two weeks preagnant with her first child. Can she over come the fears of seeing old friends beeing turned it zombies, but one familiar face will make her have to choose betw...
