Many may wonder, is there even a point in trying? Well, that depends, is it good or bad? Try for your life, not for someone else's life. You try you.
•Howie's Perspective•
I watched as Joey cut the zombie open. My stomach began to feel queasy, "Holy Jesus! That's terrible!"
"They're dead, what do expect? Roses?" Well, you got me there. "Now come here, we've got to put some of this on." She takes some of blood and rubs it on her, I go after her. Only, I was left with more of the guts, than blood.
"Why, why must you test me in this way Lord?" I ask looking up. Joey laughs, it brings joy to my face. "Are you ready?"
"No, but let's go." We both go for the doors, moving the stuff out of the way. I hold one side and she holds the other. "On three. One, two, three!" The doors swing open, and the zombies pour in.
They walk right past us, not noticing us. We wait for the rest of them to get into the store before we leave. Then I nod at Joey, and she nods back. I mouth to her, let's go.
"How long will this stench stay on us?" I ask Joey.
"I don't know, but let's try to find shelter. But let's hurry, the sun's almost down." So we start to speed up, you don't want to be out in the dark, it was harder to see them, harder to hear them.
We keep walking for about 15 minutes, that's when some of the zombies started to look at us. Welp, shit.
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Being a Part of the Few
Horror"The year is 2035, humans have a hard time adjusting to the zombie apocalypse and the plagues. Very few are left alive that I know of, so if you hear this, find me, however wherever. You know the station I'm on, I'll always be on this station."- Joe...
