How could you recover from something like that? Was a thought of something very unusual. It stood in the middle of an open gate, as infected grownups dashed past him. He was just, staring in front of him. He listened to the screams of children hand there weapons and hands flailing.
It was snowing that day. He and the other grownups were dusted with snow. The ground only had a couple of inches of snow, but the ice made the ground slippery. He listened to one of the children yelling, "Help! I'm down! I'm- Ahhhhhh!" He saw the child's sweatshirt being torn off.
The thing grinned a wide grin, reviewing what was left of its black and yellow teeth. It began to laugh.
"Common! Let's go!" Said one boy.
"No! I can't leave her!" Said another.
There was more screaming.
"Wait! don't leave us!" Said a girl, it was then followed by a scream.
"We will find you!" Said a boy.
The hoard of infected split both ways, following two groups of children. There was screaming and yelling, the sound of fear brought joy to it.
It stared down and looked at the bloody carcasses on the ground. There was shredded clothes and their weapons on the ground.
This, was the true Enemy.
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The Enemy U.S.A.
HorrorA disease broke out where only grown-ups were infected. Kids 14 and under were safe. The disease made the grown-ups flesh eating zombies. Kids would just wake up and get attacked by their parents, just like Kevin and his sister, Lissette. Thier mo...
