No True Haven

I can’t believe I got ambushed by these things. This is truly depressing, to get ambushed at a gas station just looking for some hot chips to snack on- even though I really don’t need to eat but I love the hot and tingly sensation it leaves in my mouth causing my eyes to rim with water. I watch the pieces of shit walk or more stumble towards me, their black mist matching their decaying sewage smell. I quickly analyzed my situation. Three were coming from the left, five from the right and four in front of me. Twelve in total but appearances are nothing, there could be more coming. I start to grab my Gordon B. Ingram strapped around my back then stiffen when all I caught was air. ‘What the hell? Where’s my gun?’ I'm now attempting to make a second book hopefully better than the first one I made "Glowing Lake". As usual I suck on doing summaries so I just gave you piece of the story hoping it catches your attention and eagerly click the start reading button. :D PLEASE DO!!! ENJOY!!!