I leaped off the dead corpse, with my Louisville slugger in hand, taking in my actual situation. I was completely surrounded, fourteen in total, if my math was correct, they circled me like a pack of blood lusted wolves. One staggered forward from my left, a male about the height of me, but rounder at the waist. I took him down in one fatal strike to the head, skull cracking,brain slushing,as he fell. Two more at my right, they looked like twins, except one didn't have an arm. I took them both down in one final move. I took out the rest of the ten, blood and guts went everywhere. I almost lost a few fingers to a chomper, her head is somewhere over the rainbow, as my sister would have put it. I counted the bodies of the undead. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9..10...11...12...13...? Where's number 14? The puzzle pieces didn't click together fast enough.
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Eclipsed Darkness
Non-FictionI had no where to go. Nothing left to do. And no one left to even care. I was... as anyone could put it... lost. And I didn't know what to do. I mean what could I have done? I barely even remember my own name or if I even had one. Didn't know who my...
