Because I live so close to the wall I can hear them sometimes. The undead. I can hear them walking, growling, feeding. It is always at night when the sun goes down. Sometimes I won't even go to sleep. I will just listen. Tonight was different though. I heard talking. I couldn't make out any of the words, but I could hear the muffling of an argument. Then it just stopped. I opened my window hoping to hear it again, my dark hair flying in the wind as I waited. Staring at the dark mossy wall where I thought I heard a mans voice. But the growls of the undead is all I hear. I grunted slowly closing my window shut and walked along my creaky wood floors to my bed. I crawled into my sheets and laid there looking up at the ceiling watching the shadows from my lantern dance above me. I turned to my lantern and stared at the small flame. I reached over, turned it off, and rested in the darkness. I slowly drifted off to the sound of the growls and heavy footsteps of the undead and finally fell into a deep sleep.
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Beyond the Wall
General FictionIt has been 25 years since the world fell apart. A virus broke loose killing everyone in its path. The infected don't stay dead for long. They come back different. Feeding on anything that moves. The government moved the clean people to Seattle. Whe...
