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NEW STORY CHAPTER *UNFINISHED* |
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Zach rolled down the dark stretch of road, the ford mustang blurred into the black; the headlights had died a few hours ago. The only regard for other life was to drive the long winding back roads of silver firs, most of the streets were dead quiet, nothing moved. It seemed to Zach a quiet ride home.
“I hate udder silent.” He muttered to himself as he searched the abyss of the car. Zach's hand grouped the dark till it stumbled on to a, CD. His head turned from the dark road, “Good, I did leave my Linkin Park rean in here.” He whispered placing it in to the CD player. “Why, does it's feel like night, today? Something in here's not right today?” after countless minutes of lip singing of LP's whirlwind remix it land on Zach's favorite line. “It's hard to bring you back up from the dead, so I suggest that you to follow the voice in the back of your head!” as the song finished, Zach took his eyes off the road for what felt like a second.
SLAM! The car hit someone, their body rolled off the back to the ground. Slamming on the brakes the car screeched to a stop. The door rocketed open, Zach stepped out his black hair swayed invisibly in the dark, and his green eyes surveyed the dark, his nose whiffed in the crisp, cold air was masked with the unpleasant smell of rotting flesh. The soft sound of moaning echoed from the limp body lying on the ground. Some how this felt like a dream come true, but how, could this be he most likely killed someone. As he shuffled to the body the smell of decaying flesh became worse.
“Something in here is not right today.” Zach muttered aloud. His body blocked the miniscule light from the body. As he reached down the limp body sprung to action.
“uuuunhh, muuunh” It sounded, it's face looked as if been bitten into by another human, the hands of the body charged. It's moaning grew louder, and more of people who look like they went thought the same ordeal.
“Crap!” Zach said, as he kicked the body in the chest knocking it to the ground. As it was falling to the ground, Zach booked it back to his car. “I, really hope that's not what I think it is.” He gasped as he turned the car's engine on. The stereo shouted loud the people he had left charged the car. With regard for his life Zach ran a few of the people over. The streets ahead were filled with more decaying people. “I need to see an old friend.” Zach said punching the gas.
After a mile the decaying people were long gone. “At least my house is not affected yet.” Zach said the music played in the back ground. “The sun goes down; I feel the light betray me. Can't stop what I'm feeling with in the face in side is right beneath the skin.” The stereo played as Zach's car screeched to a halt in the once crowded neighborhood that now sat cold, and dead. A single light was on in the house. “It's got to be him.” Zach said as he got out of the car. He ran to the front door, as he reached the porch his fist slammed into the metal door continually. Zach's eyes wandered from the door to his surroundings the lights that regularly lit the street. The front door slid from Zach's fist till he couldn't reach it. The slight movement of the door jarred Zach. He looked at the hall way it was darkened by the late night. His fingers ran over the light switch, off, on, off, on. Nothing was working. “Nick?” Zach yelled in to the void of his friend's empty house.
“BOO!” yelled a voice from behind Zach.
Zach nearly jumped out of his skin, but the voice was a familiar to him. “Nick, never do that again!” Zach scolded as he turned to face his friend. “How did you know it was me?” Nick said a little disappointed in his friends lack of fear. “You're the only fool who would stay in a zombie in feasted city.” Zach said trying to see in the pitch black room.
Nick moved a hand down turning a switch on a propane lantern. “Is that better?” he asked looking at Zach. “It's better but still needs work.” Zach pointed to the rest of the dark, lamely house. As they walked through the front room it was darker the back windows were bared to anyone. “Running through the Z.S.G?” Zach asked looking at the self fortified home. “Course!” Nick said as if Zach was skeptical. They continued up the stairs, the stairs were already to be destroyed at any minute. Zach continued to follow Nick up the stairs; Nick had followed the guide to a tee. The house was almost a living fortress all it need was supplies. “So, I need to borrow the guide?” Zach asked Nick as they entered Nick's room. “What happened to yours?” he asked tossing a gun at Zach. Zach looked at the 9mm hand gun Nick had handed him. “You know I don't like guns.” Zach said handing it back. “Fine!” Nick yelled at Zach for he feared for this friend's life. “If you want zombies to eat you fine die for all I care.” Zach walked over to the large oak book shelf and grabbed the zombie survival guide. “I will return in a few hours with some food for you.” Zach sighed as he left the room. His heart raced as he ran down the stairs. The nostalgic feeling that Zach had felt was gone replaced by the dreading fear he felt for his friends. Zach looked at the window were Nick was last their eyes met and knew this was the last time they would see each other.
Zach's car speeded down the roads he needed to find a friend if she was still alive. His pulled up in frond of the house he had last seen her in. His heart pounded, but not by fear, he was nervous to see her again. His hands knocked on the door as hard as it could to gain attention. A blonde girl ran down the stairs her face showed her feelings; she was displaced to see him again.
“What do you want?” she said, as she opened the door.
“Emily this is not the time.” Zach said, a tear clouded his vision. “Get in here!” Emily yelled in a forceful command.
 MARTH HALCYON · Fri Nov 03, 2006 @ 10:47pm · 0 Comments |
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