After walking for what felt like hours, The storm began to clear and I noticed a bar in the distance, I rushed towards it, hoping I would find someone.
As I got Closer, I noticed the Open sign was flickering and barely staying on the window.
I reach to push open the door and hear a blood curdling scream from inside, I rush in and see blood everywhere.
I look around carefully and see a knife covered in blood on the ground, Finally a weapon to defend myself from those things.
I continue to look around, the back door is wide open, the blood ended there, I tried finding footsteps but couldnt see anything.
I made one lap around the bar to see if there was any supplies I could find or anything I missed.
There was abunch of broken bottles, chairs, but nothing of really any use. I thought about taking the only bottle of Vodka that remained intact but now really isnt the time to drink and I dont have a way to carry it.
So without finding anything else to use, I leave the bar and start my journy back down the road again.
After about another 20 minutes of walking, I heard shuffling in the woods near me.
I gripped my knife tightly, staring in the direction trying so hard to see in the dark, but I couldn't make out anything.
I tried shrugging it off then as I went to go forward, I heard my name be called in the distance..
YOU ARE READING
666 Zombie Road
Kinh dịHonestly, This is a story about zombies I started writing when I was 12 or 13, Never finished it but wanted to finish it. So once I get it fully wrote on here to where I left off, Ill continue it til end.
