THE DEAD IS HERE

THE DEAD IS HERE

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Dad took out his gun and stepped out of the car. He stand there looking around us to see what is happening. "Dad what is going on?" Alex asked. "Quiet. Stop asking me question. I told you first we get out of the city than I will explain everything to you." Dad said. "Who are those people, dad?" Alex asked, "They just got shot in the chest but they are keep getting back up." "I notice that. Just stay in the car and stay quiet." Dad said. Dad jumped back in the van and started driving it was quiet for few second until we heard a big explosion. (Sorry, not going to work on this story any more so go ahead copy this or do whatever. It's not up to me.)
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Infected

"Cold metal was the first thing that I felt against my skin. Then came the sensation of being strapped down by my wrists and ankles. Why was I strapped down? My eyes blinked open slowly, in a daze. I saw men and women in surgical gear running around wildly. The blare of alarm pierced the fog around my mind and I saw emergency lights flashing. What was happening? I saw a woman, her brown eyes wild with fear, undo the straps on my wrists and legs. My head fell to the side and I witnessed one man pounce on the other, then a squirt of blood shoot high into the air as the first man bit into the others neck. I couldn't move without serious concentration, and even then, I could only move a little. I was helpless as I lay on this metal table. I knew that I was going to die. I was an easy target. I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevibility of the man to attack me. Nothing came though, and when I cracked my eyes open, I was alone in the room. What? Just then, I heard a loud bang and I saw a man with a gun burst through the door, an infected woman, the one who had just untied me, leaping at him. They fell into the table I was on, and the entire thing flipped. I was tossed onto the ground, landing hard. My head cracked against the concrete and everything went black, and the last sound I heard were the man's screams."

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