"If any of my friends survived they might try and go to our old high school," I thought to myself, though, I had to travel through a significant part of town, so this would be no cake walk. Still, It's my number one priority to meet with other survivors.
I tried texting the group chat first
"Hello? Is anyone alive"
". . ."
"Hellooo? Is anyone there"
Though my attempt to reach them through my cell phone didn't lead to much success, I decided that my goal was still getting to the school. I grabbed a folding knife and left my house.
Fifteen minutes later I spot a group of four zombies right outside of the coffee shop I was hiding in. I took a look back, remembering all the great memories I had with my friends. I must see them again. After about 15 minutes the zombies finally left. I discreetly snuck out of the building trying my hardest not to be too loud
After about 45 minutes of sneaking, I finally arrived at my school. There I saw a zombie trying to claw his way into the front door. "There must be someone in there if it's so desperate to get in" I thought.
Now all I need to do is get in and potentially take down a zombie. "That shouldn't be too hard." I thought to myself. I slowly approached the zombie, careful not to make a sound. I pulled out my knife. FLICK.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT" I thought.
The zombie spun around and looked me in the eyes. The zombie flung himself at me, forcing both of us to the ground. Realizing that my knife was knocked out of my hand, I stretched out my hand towards the knife, but to my avail, it was only about 4 inches out of my reach. Despite my attempts the zombies mouth was slowly making its way towards my neck.
Three inches away, I kept struggling to grab the knife.
Two inches away. I began to realize my fate, "This is where I die" I thought to myself.
One inch away... I embraced death.
Half an inch away a pair of hands grabbed the zombie by the shoulders, ripped him off of me, and threw him to the ground, knocking the zombie out.
"Taeh!?"
She grabbed her bat and smashed it into the zombies head. WHACK, WHACK, CRUNCH! Brains and blood splattered everywhere. Gross.
"Get up loser, it's not safe out here!" She extends her hand out to help me up.
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Survivors of the Horde
General FictionA group of teenagers survive a horde of zombies, killing almost everyone in their small mid-western town. How will these teens react to finding out their friends survived? How do they survive? How long can they survive? Read to find out. Note: sorry...
