Giggles are heard from the backseat of the minivan. My mother and father sit at the front and drive us all to... Somewhere. I can't imagine where to, especially with all of these people. My family and friends are all here... We arrive at some hiking place, and we all file out. I split up with a guy, and the rest leave in a group. It was a beautiful day, and such beautiful scenery also.
"Meet up at the bridge, ok?" My mother tells all of us, and we scatter in different directions. Night falls quickly, as if it were day for 5 minutes... Growing dark quickly, the desert would be pitch black in no time. I rush with the guy to the bridge, looking for everyone else. Everyone disappeared... Where could they be? The car's still here...
Giggles are heard from the backseat of the minivan. We didn't bother to do a head count I guess... Where are we going...?
"Stay alive, " My mother tells me through the phone, as we all are separated in a market. The undead, alive, walking towards me... The missing people from our group... Dead, but living... STAY ALIVE. I will... For you... I don't want to die... I run through the aisles knocking down things so they can't chase me. I let out a bloodcurdling shriek as hands restrict me, struggling out the attacker's reach. I become free but a white flash of light and a quick scorch to the ground underneath me tell me something happened. I'm dead... Game over.. I'm sorry... I must join the others, stay alive mother.
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Short Stories
Short StorySometimes I feel like I need to write a short story, just to get out what I feel. Here is what I like to write down. :)
