Rise of the Undead

Undead: Beginning

Silky smooth skin. Pale as snow. Full and curvy hair. Golden brown like sugar. Green eyes that pierce the soul. She is so beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have her. 

Anna sat alone. She searched for John inside the shadowy building, but he could not be found. She was worried. She reached to open the door, but then she remembered what he said. She let go of the handle and sat with her arms crossed, waiting for John to return.

Inside this lonesome shack, John was forcing himself off the ground. His eyes fixated on the rotting carcass. Fear swelled within him. He didn't know if this was one of them or not. He slid his feet across the wood, slowly creeping closer to the body.

Underneath its dead eyes, the body twitched ever so slightly. John, with the most feeble strength, kicked the dead body. It didn't move, it just lay there like stone. A relief of joy brushed over John and he gained a little confidence.

"Is anyone here?" he called again and nobody answered. He noticed the body had a name tag, it read, "Junior" Apparently he was an unfortunate attendant at the Water Hole. John ventured further into the old shack. He noticed a few water bottles in a crusty refrigerator. He grabbed them and turned to find a wooden door. It must lead to the back entrance. 

Through the door he entered onto a back porch. The cold dessert air caused goosebumps to pop up on his skin. He saw piles upon piles of junk, just scattered on the ground. The moon light caused a piece of metal to shine ever so bright. It caught John's eyes and he approached it with caution, not sure what was lingering in the darkness.

Anna, alone in the car, felt worried. She hastly honked the horn two times. "John!" she yelled through the window,"Please hurry!" 

"Hold on Anna! I'll be there in a minute!" he yelled back.

A childhood temper plagued Anna. She crossed her arms and pouted. "Please hurry John. I can't handle being alone right now."  she thought to herself.

Meanwhile, John had reached the metal object. Pulling it from it's rusty home he saw that it was an axe, surprisingly in prestige condtion. "Well this could come in handy" he said to himself. 

Moments pass and Anna still hasn't heard from John, but then she saw a shadowy figure emerge from the Wather Hole. A sigh of relief escaped her lungs. The figure slowly approached the vehicle. The slightest smile creeped upon her face as she knew her loved one was coming back to her. She climbed over to the passenger seat and saw the figure outside of her window. "Finally John! What took you so long?" Then her face turned into a tormented mess of absolute horror. 

The grotesque face of the undead, stared her down. Blood dripped from its broken jaw. Hungry and willing to kill. Its black eyes screamed death! Then its mouth twisted open and it roared like a hungry predator. It used its bloody arms to smash through the window. Anna screamed until her lungs gave out. The creature grabbed her and pulled her throught the window. Bits of glass cut through her skin. The undead monster had her pinned to the ground.

As soon as John heard the monster's roar and Anna's deathly scream he bolted to the front of the Water Hole. With an axe in his hand and a heart of bravery, what he saw next broke his soul.

The monster leaned on top of Anna. Feasting upon her gorgeous skin. Its fingers dug deep into Anna's skull. Her once beautiful eyes were tore out and swallowed by the undead. It lifted her head and cracked it against the gravel. Over and over again it thrusted her down trying to reach her moist and delicious brain. 

"Nooo!!!" John screamed. "Please God, No!" The monster stopped its feeding and slowly rose to its feet. It turned to face John and quietly growled. Eye to eye they stared. John screamed and ran towards the retched beast. It followed John's charge and with one swift motion John stuck his axe in the undead's shoulder. It fell to its knees and John kicked it to the ground pulling his axe to the sky. "You son of bitch!" he yelled while forcefully cutting down on the undead's head. "You killed her! You fucking killed!" 

After a moment of relentless beating the undead was now known as dead. John's eyes swelled with tears. He dropped his axe and walked to his loved one. He fell to his knees. "Anna" he said with his heart broken," I'm so sorry Anna. I ... I should have been there. I'm such a fool. How could I have let this happen?" Tears dripped from his eyes and then he heard the low grumble come from Anna. "No" he said in shock.

Anna slowly lifted herself from the ground, blinded by the undead's rage. John fell to his back and crawled away from her. "Anna?" he asked and then she screamed, her voice echoed through the air. She followed his voice and pounced on him. Her jaw snapping towards his throat. He held her away from him and then used all his strength to push her off. He quickly got up and grabbed his axe. "Anna" he said," I love you." She ran towards him and he plunged the axe through her skull, killing her instantly. He then fell to the ground, pleaded to God to end all of the madness and all of the pain the world and himself has endured, but sadly his prayer would not be answered just yet.

All of the world's wickedness has finally found its match. People of all ages suffering endless torment. Not a single soul would escape the evils of the world and John was just another pathetic piece to the puzzle.