Hey everyone! Lately I've been taking a break from writing and I'm pleased to say I'm coming back with a new story that will be of a higher quality then all my others. The story though, will take a little bit longer to wrote and edit then before so I thankyou in advance for being patient with me.
Heres a sample of the story
"They're all....gone" Amy says as she walks into the deserted house. I here the rattles of the wind rushing through the
I light the candle precariously, looking around to see what I can. A deep growl comes from behind me. At first I think it's a dog, but then I hear more growling, this time louder and stronger, I know instantly what it is. It's an infected. I un-sling my shotgun from my shoulder and load it. Amy appears beside me silently with her gun raised. For some reason, she's completely calm. How can my younger sister be more confident than I am.
First we see the moving shadow. Then we hear the growls. Then the smell hits us, and Amy pulls the trigger.
The sound is deafening. The recoil throws her arm back with a sickening crunch and she falls to the ground, moaning in pain. I pull the trigger on my weapon. The room is light up for a split second allowing me to see more infected streaming in from the direction of the front door. Amy begins to scream, stunning me temporarily and stopping me from thinking for a split second. That split second is enough for an infected to pounce on me and try to take a bite at my neck. My hands are pinned under the infected's body weight and those teeth are closing in. Maybe this is how it ends. Maybe I'm not strong enough to survive this nightmare.
