Infection. The snare 9:09am- The bus is making that clanking noise again, clank, clank, clank. I didn’t get much sleep last night because of that stupid science report. I don’t even think I did it right anyway, but I don’t care, as long as I pass it doesn’t matter. 9:25am- There’s a ton of traffic, if it doesn’t let up then we’re gonna be late, not that I care. The less time I’m at school, the less I have to worry about my grades. There’s a bunch of people running around outside, they’re all carrying bags with a ton of stuff in them. Our bus driver looks scared. I take off my headphones and hear deafening screams outside. 9:29am- There’s an emergency broadcast on everyone’s phones and on the radio. Our bus driver just ran outside, but someone …show more content…
We opened the door and rushed into the store. There’s one man inside but without hesitation Shane punches him in the head knocking him out, ”I don’t think he was infected.” I say to him a bit shocked at his strength. “Doesn’t matter, the only people that matter right now are us.” I nod “Seems fair enough, better than me.” I chuckle. He walks over to a glass cupboard and is about to punch it, “Wait.” I call out just before he punches it, “It’s a gun shop, there are probably alarms, we should disable them first” He smirks and turns to me “Good thinking John, think you can handle that? I’ll take care of the door” I let out a nervous “Sure” And head to the back of the store. I see a big black box bolted to the wall, which I assume is the power box. “I found it” I call out to Shane, “Wait” he says as I’m about to rip out all the wires “I’m taking an electrician elective” he says pushing me out of the way, “I know what wire to take out, don’t want you tripping the alarm” I nod in compliance and move out of the …show more content…
Along with some barbed wire, I grab a bag and put them inside it and Shane looks at me with a curious face, “What’re those for?” he asks “I was thinking, they could be attracted to sound, getting weapons we can use up close can help if we have to deal with just one or two” I say whilst strapping the machete across my shoulder. “That's smart, go grab those knives over there, they could help too” Shane says, giving me a pat on the shoulder, I nod in agreement. We then made our way back to the bus, dodging the infected along the way. When we got back to the bus I sat shotgun with Shane. “Hey” I say to him “What’s up?” he replies “What should we call them? The zombie people I mean” I ask him trying to lighten the mood “I don’t know, I think ‘zombie’ is fine” We sit in silence for a while “How about ‘Jumpers’?” a kid in year 10, Jordan Silver, calls out “You know because they jump on you and. eat you” We hear a few snickers from the girls at the back of the bus, but ultimately Shane replies “I think that’s a fine name” We sit in silence for a while “What’s the name of the
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
Celie believes she has no power or say against her father and the choices he makes for her. Alfonso begins to talk about choosing a husband for Celie because he has grown tired of her and is ready to get rid of her. Alfonso also gets bored with his wife, and starts to gravitate toward his younger daughter Nettie again. Celie offers herself to Alfonso in an attempt to save her sister. Alfonso accepts her offers and has sex with her instead of Nettie, while his new wife is sick. Alfonso uses Celie for sex tries and in an attempt to turn the other girls against her he badmouths her and says that she’s a bad influence. He says Celie "ain 't fresh" (isn 't a virgin) and that she is “spoiled” Alfonso sees women as objects and once they have been
I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota. We moved when I was four because my parents wanted us to experience a small town like they had grown up in. Would I find new friends? Would the people there like me?
Prologue 2015 – Villa Forenza Senior Apartments Las Vegas, Nevada You would think that a woman surrounded by so much drama in life, wouldn’t go nuts over people knowing she was found catatonic—but you'd be wrong. When ‘Crazy Ava’ learned that the biddies of Villa Forenza had stared right inside of her door as paramedics treated her, she was livid. “You were directly inside the open door, lying on the couch,” Blanche Davis told her. Blanche was a woman who had been in style a century ago.
It’s quite unfortunate that I get into the situations that I do. We went and visited the man on Howard Avenue today to collect the $10 dollars, and Lorraine doesn’t even want to cash the check! He will surely know that the L & J fund isn’t real if we just dispose of it. He invited us to the zoo tomorrow, and I suppose we will have to have to go, as some form of forgiveness for stealing money from old people. We didn’t really steal it though. He gave it to us. Then again, I suppose fraud is considered a sin anyway, so that leads me back to the zoo thing. Lorraine hates zoos, but they don’t even mean enough to me to even bother hating them. It’s just something that’s always been there, and I’ve never really given them much thought before. Kind
“Ugh.” I muttered, staring at the ceiling of our little cave. There were cars crossing every second, ready to fall through and smoosh us like the penny on the train track, and I traced their imaginary path across the metal and cement with my eyes. “I know I said it first, but I don’t want to talk about the next generation. Our generation is still the next generation, and I really don’t want that to change. I want us to always be the next generation.” I bit my lip and watched the shadow of Carter walking off to piss into the stream. My voice dropped until I was whispering, hiding my words from the echoes of The Cut. "I wish, when somebody wrote the story of my life, it actually had a plot. You know? With an enemy and a beginning, and an end. You know... interesting. But it's just us,
The crisp fall air in New York City was surprisingly clear, the trees in Central Park were a kaleidoscope of vibrant oranges, reds, and purple. A 30-something man wearing a gray color-coordinated sweat suit with earbuds in, steam spewing from his heavy breathing, plodded along the water’s edge. A stopped suddenly mid stride, hunches forward, placing his hands on his knees, he starts shaking his head. Less than 10 feet away lay a pale, man dressed in a fitted suit laying contorted, face down along the trail’s edge. Is he dead?
We began to walk towards the house. Upon entrance nostalgia hit me. I remembered the walls lavished by a primitive country wallpaper border the old lady before us. The oak floors and the main corridor that led to the kitchen and the dining room. We had plans that one day we’d knock down the side wall and create a mini bar.
Friday evening’s consist of crowded bars, restaurants and bistros lining the sidewalks in big cities like New York, Chicago and Atlanta. Nashville's Music City was no different. People milling around, moving in and out of shops, up and down the busy Broadway ironically named in a country music town that dominated the city's night air with shrill controlled pitches of love songs, break your heart songs, and cheating heart songs moving like thick molasses on a cold blustery night for this southern city. Cell phones were blowing up in the pockets of passerby’s as news feeds auto updated events around the world taking place.
I awoke with a strangled cry, startled to find him standing over me. The Stalker, dressed all in black like always. Sure, I’ve seen him before, but never up close.
Champagne's POV I woke up from something tickling my ears. I felt something hard on my back and an arms around my waist. I suddenly felt alarmed and screamed my heart out. " Aaarrggggghhhhh!!!!" Xavier woke up abruptly and ready to fight when he saw me screaming like a maniac.
The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my sleek, white Thunderbird and made our way to school.
The brisk winter air bit at my ankles as I trudged through the light snowfall on the train platforms. I heard the scrapes of harsh metal stopping, the clicking of women’s heels, the harsh Czech dialects, and the muffled sound of tears. Then, I passed under a cloud of clove smoke shot up by a blonde woman with deep crimson lips. Only the red color was visible under her thick smoke, a tattered blue shawl draped over her skeletal shoulders, and a yellow shirtwaist dress that was worn. The smoke settled and piercing blue eyes met mine.
The bell had rung announcing the end of the day in a high pitched shrill. Children were released from the school building. I was one that was forced to wait to walk home, but now it was my turn to stampede out the door. My grandparents lived a little over a block from the school, and since my dad worked up in Mason, and couldn’t come and pick me up from school, I walked. Some days, though, I raced things. Today was one of those days.