My first zombie story... Hope it's good, thought I'd give it a try. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue I remember the days when things weren't so chaotic, when I wasn't on edge, trying desperately to keep my composure. When I was normal, and the world was calm. Now stuck in a world full of killing, because of a recent outbreak has become sort of a problem. People killing other people, or are they really people? I'm not sure what to call them. People fight to keep alive, only to be overcome and killed eventually one-by-one. Then coming, half-alive again. Only to kill more victims. I've been lucky enough to survive, and it is truly the toughest challenge to stay alive. You haft to go out during the day, and find your food, and if lucky; ammo. I barely used my gun, for I can rarely find ammo. I try to be quiet and quick in order to slip past a half-life. But sometimes you must use your weapon. I've yet to find survivors, and hope I can one day. To know I'm not alone, and so I can not go insane. A journal I keep helps me through, but how long will my mind remain intact? How long will my fear take to overcome my will to survive? How long do I have a full-life? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thoughts please!
It's great I love it but some advice (that doesn't concern this part of the story) don't be afraid to be put a love interest for the survivor its your choice I'm just saying the story doesn't have to be KILL KILL KILL! Type thing I love it either way just some advice
I am going to, I just haven't had much time. I barely had time to write this. I'm gonna be busy today doing a burn pile.
Blade, made out of rusty metal welded together, and sharpened roughly, equipped. Rifle, with only 2 bullets left, equipped. And a small pocketknife, equipped. I wasn't well equipped, but it was the best I could do. With everything ravaged, it's hard to find anything. And honestly, even if you find a building with a chance of having anything, it's infested with half-lifes. It is like everything is wrong in some sort of way. Walking through the woods was actually the safest place believe it or not. They rarely looked there. Crunch I hear the distinct sound of crushing leaves and turn around to be greeted with a figure about 2 feet taller than me, I was 6 foot. All I could muster in my mind was to run! Moving fast as I could, I thought I lost it until I was picked up. What is this thing? I was thrown over about 6 feet away. It felt like I took a hammer to my back, as the piercing pain made it's way up my back. I scrambled up, trying to regain my balance, and started running. I remember coming to a cliff, and then when I turned around and saw the face, almost human, i took a sharp blow to the face, and was out of consciousness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!!! What happened!? Find out! Feedback please!
That is amazing!! I wish I could wrist as good as you (; haha pretty darn good for being a zombie story...and I don't really like Zombies so that's saying a lot xD haha
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