I stumbled frantically through the thickening undergrowth, brambles tearing through my tanned skin, drawing blood.
Branches were clawing at my bruised arms as I pushed my way past them, I was now sprinting desperate to gain ground and escape.
I chucked my now useless revolver to the side, grabbing a large stick instead. I wheeled round so I was facing
My attacker, grabbing my stick tightly and getting ready to hit its head.
I watched as he ran at me half his chest was a bloody mess of organs and decaying skin and his muddy brown hair was coated in dry blood . A large bite Mark lay on his blooded arm, standing out clearly, surrounded in blood and rotting skin. Growling and hissing he charged at me dropping a lung out of the gaping hole in his scrached chest as he went. My stick collided with his head sending splatters of sticky blood and brain everywhere and the zombie fell to the floor once again dead, but this time he would stay dead.
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I Am Dead... Kind Of
AçãoA small zombie story it is scary there are slow up dates and there is rubbish gramma. Do not expect much but please read , vote and comment. I am thinking about a sequel if I finish and you guys take interest in my story, k I could be dead , I cou...
