"Run!" I yelled as me and my friend Chris ran through the streets. Most of the time when we would run, was to avoid getting arrested. Now it was to avoid getting eaten. Of course every story has a beginning. ~~~ How it all began... Well, it was a calm day. Honestly, I was being lazy. My long black hair was messy and in my face. Usually it was combed so it was coming down at both sides. But I wasn't feeling too good. My golden tan glistened from the sun coming from the window. I covered my eyes, trying to see as it forced me to get up from bed. My tall, and strong figure made a loud sound as I fell to the ground. I crept to the bathroom, and held myself up on the sink. I turned it on and splashed my face with cold water. "I hate people sometimes." I said washing the blood off my hands. The blood was from me. I was beaten for defending a woman in a run-down bar. Just my luck, right? What has this world come to? I had a job to go to. I was a grocery store cashier. My friends make fun of me, but I just walk away. At least I get any income at all. Soon, it wouldn't even matter. ~~~ I passed the grocery items into the bag, as I looked around. Everyone was sick, coughing, puking, you name it. Someone even fainted. I just kept doing my job like the slave to society I was. Then, everything changed. The guy who fainted started sitting up. He was moaning as he slowly picked himself up. The girl who was helping him stood up and grabbed his hand as if to help him. All the sudden he sprang up and started ripping the flesh off her neck with his teeth. He kept grinding her flesh with his teeth as she screamed, and security ran to help. They pulled him off, and one was bit in the arm before they shocked him with a taser to no affect. He sprang up again before being shot. He was down for maybe ten seconds before he shot up and started attacking again. Finally they shot him in the head, I just stood there looking stupid. Before I could react, my arm was grabbed, and the woman was there, except with blood coming from her mouth, nose, and eyes. Her flesh was rotting at an excessed rate, obviously. I punched her with my other hand and she stumbled back. I jumped over my counter where I was working and started to run past the cannibalistic freaks. One tried to grab me, as I rotated my body to dodge it's lunge. It landed at my feet and I kicked his face. His nose fell off, spraying blood. I kept running, for my life. No one, could ever have been prepared for this. >>>> We haven't had a zombie story for while. How do you like it?
I kept running and running! I was mere moment away from the exit when something grabbed me. It bit my arm and I elbowed it in the face, and sprinted through the exit doors. My arm was bleeding profusely, so I ran to the pharmacy right next to where I worked and barged in. The racks were destroyed, people were dead and started to get up. They all had bites, and I wonder if I'd share the same fate. I decided to turn back and keep running. Although the pain was horrid, I managed to keep running with adrenaline pumping through my veins! I stopped and looked around. Chaos was erupting, no one was safe. Fires were starting, gunshots erupted through the town, and everyone was running from somebody else trying to find their fourth meal. That's how it seemed anyway. I saw a truck driving down the street, and did something incredibly stupid. I jumped on, hitting my head. It hurt horribly, but I managed to hold onto the handle. The truck started swerving, so I opened the door. Immediately the door swung open, and I hung onto it trying not to fall. I managed to climb around the door and jump in the orange truck. The driver sent a straight punch for my face, and hit me in the jaw. He reached for the glove compartment, and pulled out a black .22 pistol and shot me in the chest. The adrenaline was pumping too hard, and I wasn't ready to die. With the strength I had left, I punched the bearded man and took the pistol before he could react. I shot, but missed and we fought. Swerving, we hit a tree. Last thing I saw was him flying through the windshield before my world closed in, and I was unconscious. >>> The will to survive just took over my character! :O Nothing to lose, he does what he can.
Adam I wrote a zombie story earlier today... I feel unrecognized on forums now
My vision was blurry, as I slightly opened my eyes. I couldn't see for while, then my vision started clearing. I looked around the truck I was in. It had flames coming from the front of it, and I knew that meant I had to get out soon. If I didn't, I'd surely die. I shifted myself around and kicked the door. Surprisingly, the door flew off it's hinges. You could see dust fly up as I kicked it. I blamed it on the adrenaline. I stumbled out from the car, and started walking towards the street. All of the sudden, I was lifted into the air by a strong explosion. I slid across the highway, and landed on my back. "Ouch." I said, picking myself up off the ground. As I slowly raised to my feet I looked at the empty street. It's as if everyone was just killed and taken away. I kept walking down the highway, until I reached the local mall. It was small, for a mall that is. I approached the door, keeping caution. I slowly creaked it open, and stepped into the air-conditioned halls. "Electricity." I said, wiping off my forehead. I stopped midway from putting my arm back to my side before observing my arm. The wound, or the bite I should say, had disappeared. Only the stained blood was left. ~~~ I heard foot steps as I neared the food court. I swept around quickly to look behind me, only to see the dull surroundings. I remembered the gun, and I must've put it in my pocket. I drew it out, ready to fire. I didn't want to kill anyone. That wasn't what I was the best at. As stealthy as possible, I walked slowly around, checking the restaurants. "Hm." I sounded before putting my gun to my side. That was when I was tackled, and my arms were pinned to the ground. He was a man of chiseled features, and definitely not infected. "Who the hell are you!?" He screamed at me. I merely gave him an odd look. "The name is Damon. Damon Lockhart." I said, before freeing an arm, punching him swiftly, and kicking him off. Usually, I couldn't do anything like this. I have no idea how I was doing these things. He charged at me with his military knife, and took a slash. I gripped his arm, and palmed him to the chest, and he flew back. I looked at my hand, and yelled "Stop!" "Why should I!?" He questioned, obviously furious. Jumping up as if he's done it a million times. "I don't know what's going on, or how I'm doing this! If you want to help me get answers then join me! But I have no time to sit around and fight with people who should be on my team!" I said slightly emotional, yet serious. He holstered his knife and stood up straight. I realized he was wearing a military outfit. I stood straight, sizing him up. He was about 5'9". I towered over at 6'. He was strongly built though. Any other day he would've pummeled me to the ground. Today I was lucky. "I'm Chris. Chris Larson." He said calmly, keeping his distance. "Partners?" I asked with a straight face. "For now." He said stepping forward. >>> SUSPENSE.
"Tell me Chris," I said walking with him through the mall, "who do you work for?" "I work for the government." He said putting his M16 on his back holster. "Bio-terrorist sector." "So there is more of you?" I asked in high hopes. "No, government went first. I'm the only one. My partner sacrificed himself for me." He said, obviously sensitive about the subject. "Oh, I'm very sorry." I said feeling a little guilty. He gripped his pistol, and fiercely pulled it out of his holster pointing it at a group of infected that I didn't even realize was there. They walked slow, easy to kill unless we were surrounded. I put my hand on top of pistol, lowering it. I charged towards them, and dodged one spinning around with great force and breaking it's head with my elbow. I proceeded to kick and punch all of them until they were dead. I was so fast, so swift, I didn't know how I was doing it. I was superhuman in strength and speed. I broke the last ones neck, and stopped with blood all over me. "What was that?" Chris asked puzzled as he backed away. "I don't-" I was cut off as a searing pain shot through me, I knelt down holding myself. The pain was horrendous, and it's like something was eating at me. Then, it was gone. I opened my eyes, and looked up. My vision was sharper, my hearing was amplified, my smell was beyond a dog's. I slowly hoisted myself up. "You're infected..." Chris said, backing away more. "But...your body is fighting it. It's having positive effects. I have to keep you alive, you can save the world." He said, walking towards me.