Help I'm Alive

Chapter 1

Welcome to my first real story :>   It is a cool, fun awesome ZOMBIE story :)

It was inspired by my fascination with Left 4 Dead and Dead Island....   

I'm sorry it's short, but I've already written the 2nd chapter (which is 7 pages on word) so the next one will be longer, that is, if you like the story :)

ENJOY

Chapter 1:

The chalk screeched as the small pale hand dragged it down the cinder block wall. The white jagged line ran diagonally through four small ticks that were all about two inches tall and half an inch apart. There were 6 others sets just like it. A sigh escaped the girl’s lips.

35 days.

She put the chalk back down onto the floor and used the back of her jeans to brush the chalk off her hands. She stared at the wall for a minute before beginning to pace in front of the wall with her attention focused on the floor in front of her feet, thinking. A click from across the room drew her attention away from the dusty cement floor and up to the table where an old analogue clock sat, leaning against a wooden plank. The gold clock hands were both perfectly aligned facing the 12. It was midnight.

Melissa tried to swallow the bulge that formed in her throat. This was always the worst part.

The waiting. The anticipation.

She went towards the heavy steel door, slowly clenching and unclenching her hands. Her footsteps echoed throughout the room and she took in a shaky breath.

As she reached the door her eyes flitted to the various locks, starting at the top and working her way down she ensured each was closed. They were the only barrier between her, and the creatures. The creatures that stalked the night in search of the untainted.

After checking the locks once more Melissa backed away slowly from the door.

This was her prison.

The cot’s spring squeaked as she re-adjusted her weight trying to make herself comfortable. She picked up the novel that was laying to her left. She had quickly learned that spending 12 consecutive hours sitting and staring at the door only made the time pass more slowly.

The room’s small incandescent light bulb provided just enough light so she could read the fine print of the paper back. Resting her elbows on her knees she leaned forward and allowed herself to become absorbed in the novel.

‘Treachery and violence are a just return for treachery and violence!’ cried Hindley. ‘Mrs Heathcliff, I’ll ask you to do nothing, but sit still and be dumb-

 THUD!

Melissa’s head shot up she felt a sudden wave of adrenaline pump through her veins.

She reached for the gun that lay on the bed to her right and clicked off the safety, aiming it at the door. Her other hand subconsciously folded the corner of the book’s page and placed it down on the cot as she rose to her feet in a fluid motion.

THUD!

The muted sound of a body connecting with the heavy metal door resounded in the quiet room. Melissa grabbed a second smaller handgun from the white folding card table in the middle of the room.

Wielding two guns in hand she took another step towards the door.

Let the fun begin.

After several long hours of standing guard in front of the door with weapons in hand, Melissa could make out the sounds of the un-dead moving away from her door. Glancing at the clock she saw that it was nearing 6 o’clock. With the sun coming up in an hour all of the un-dead would be retreating to the sewers and cellars where they would stay until the nightfall.