Grabbing a hatchet I ran towards the zombie, determined to protect my safe house. The hatchet sunk into the zombies head with a sickening sound. I grunted as I tried to pull it back out. Kicking the zombie backwards allowed me to pull my hatchet out while muttering.
"Die you stupid bastard"
Looking around I saw nearly a hundred zombies coming my way. Running back towards my makeshift safe house I quickly gathered my meger belongings. I had a picture of me and my family, a few change of clothes, a water canister (half-full), a few knifes and a few cans of food. I stuffed all of this into my backpack along with a small blanket. Walking back to the door, I took one last look around at my possibly last home. Looking out toward the horde of zombies I sighed and headed into the midst of them.
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Our Last Stand (Re-Writing)
TerrorFollow Faith, a 7 year old girl, as she tries to survive through a zombie apocalypse. With the help of friends she finds on her journey will she create a bond with them? Will they help her get over the loss of her family and fear of men? Find out in...
