The beast was ferocious, whipping its head back and forth. Only creating more and more pain each swing. I scrunched my nose in pain, and grabbed the now shattered lamp. I launched it at the beast with all the force I could muster. Hitting the creature in the face, it released its grip and let out the most fearless, loudest, and monstrous roar imaginable. I scrambled to try to get on my feet but it was no use. The Beast had recovered and was now advancing towards me once more, drooling, wanting to get another bite of my flesh. The Beast was dark, as black as the night itself, with scars stretching down it's back, red with the fresh blood coursing through the beast.
Looking around me for anything I could use as a weapon, I remembered the knife drawer. It was only two feet away. If I could reach it I'd be safe.
The Beast was advancing quickly. Mere seconds away from tearing into me again, this time would be a fatal shot.
Once more I attempted to reach for the drawer, hoping to succeed and kill the beast. The Beast was now at my feet, looming over me. Waiting for my next move.
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The Dead Walk
HorreurA teenager in an infected world has to defend himself at all costs, fighting the rotting creatures that surrounds his home and newly made friends. Also its a nice gory horror story to get engrossed into. I hope you enjoy!
