Success, I think quietly. I launch into the nearest tree, and make a run for it. From branch to branch, I swing and swing, and hear a wail in the distance. Ella woke up. I have the liquid and the hamster, and anything else I could find to create zombies. Eventually I reach my treehouse, and go over my plan.
I will start out my getting some dogs at a shelter, and transform them into rotting corpses. I will then set them loose. I will be in the treehouse, and create a pulley system to lower the cage. Then, I grab my long branch I found, and unhook the latch. And voila, the rest will play out perfectly.
Little does anyone know, I dabble in science myself. I'll tell everyone that I have the cure, and the remaining survivors will be so scared that they cannot help bowing before me, my slaves. In their minds they will think I can cure everyone if they do what I say, but all they will get is a mock cure, and be eaten by those they were hoping were alright. I can hear them now, crying my name, Yvette! Help!
I am despicable. Gently stroking the hamster with a twig, a close the cage, and drift into slumber. Tomorrow is the day my rise to power begins.
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Sanity
HorrorElla is not exactly sane. She knows the formula for the zombie disease. When her precious concoction is stolen, life takes a deadly turn. The few survivors are counting on Ella for a cure. Will she fail? Will her insanity progress into madness befor...
