Creative Writing: Zombie Apocalypse

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Amber's scream brought me out of my fog as I leaped to my feet and raced to her side. Amber was still in bed, shaking and covered with sweat when I reached her. Her bed was a mass of tangled sheets and blankets. It looked as though she had fought a battle in her sleep. Still partially under the effects of her dream, she wrapped her arms around me and dissolved into body-wracking sobs. Whatever she had dreamt had emotionally hit her hard. I held her tight, whispering comforting words softly in her ear and stroking her hair in an effort to calm her. Minutes later, Amber responded to my comforting gestures and loosened her hold. I let her break our embrace easing her back to a lying position on he bed. Ned had sat up and looked to be struggling …show more content…

We noticed the occasional Z meandering through a field or appearing at the edge of some woods. Looking at the distant mountains, I wondered if there were any zombies wandering around up there. Henry had thought that the zombies seemed to travel paths they had taken often in their former lives. If they typically had gone to the mall, then as a zombie they would gravitate to the mall. In the case of the mountains, if someone hunted up here, then maybe they would walk those same spots where they hunted most often. As we approached our exit, Davis lowered the lance into a series of brackets which held the unwieldy pole in place. I suppose they were unwilling to reel the gore covered rod back inside the jeep with them. Maybe they still didn't know that the blood doesn't spread the disease. It was the bite that caused the parasite to spread. The small suburb didn't look like much. Dirt roads with birch trees on either side made up the majority of Gateway with the occasional house sprinkled in. It looked like there were more trailers than homes here. Most of which were small travel trailers, many of the kind you'd find in a pickup truck's …show more content…

Two shoddy looking Z's came at us from the right side of the road. Both were men dressed in jeans and flannel. Three other zombies came at us from the left. Two were women and the other looked to be a child. The tree lined road left little room to maneuver so Amber had to resort to trickery. She followed the tactics of the small jeep ahead of us. Hugging the left side of the road she zigged to the right at the last second. The front left fender caught the women, so cruddy that she was barely discernible as such, on her hip and spun her down under the wheel. I felt our Humvee bump over the now crushed Z. "Where's Paul's house?" I asked, looking at the scattered homes. "It's in the main part of town, near the meeting hall. I better pass these guys and take the lead." As we pulled alongside the jeep Amber signaled to Colson that she would be the guide. From here on in. Colson nodded his head in understanding and let us pass him by. I could see the meeting hall through the trees straight ahead. It was a big blue building with few windows. As we passed the hall I was amazed at the amount of vehicles parked in its lot. "I think people are living in the meeting hall," I told Amber. "Why do you think

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