MambaTheShotgun
12-24-2005, 11:10 AM
TRENTON NEW JERSEY
DECEMBER 23, 2011
TIME UNKNOWN
I found myself driving through the streets in Dad's old Chevy. Zombies were all
over the streets. The car bashed into the ones that had wandered into the road.
Pieces of their flesh stuck to the windows and to the wipers. It began to snow. Tiny
flakes of dullest white fell upon us. The zombies hated the snow. They would swat
at it and try to catch it and rip it apart. Some of the hideous creatures were only
bones held together by muscle and chunks of flesh. And the smell! Oh God! The
smell was terrible. Even with the windows closed the smell seaped through. It was
almost like smelling a million dead corpses, all from different times. We drove
until the car jolted to a stop. About 20 of the creatures surrounded us. We
climbed onto the top and held on for dear life. Jake was the first. A bony hand
grabbed his ankle and pulled him off. His screams were muffled by the moans of
the dead. They forced their hands into his stomach and wrenched free his guts,
feasting upon them. Then his motions ceased.
TO BE CONTINUED. I'm sorry the story was so short, but my brain isn't working.
I'll post the ending tonight.
DECEMBER 23, 2011
TIME UNKNOWN
I found myself driving through the streets in Dad's old Chevy. Zombies were all
over the streets. The car bashed into the ones that had wandered into the road.
Pieces of their flesh stuck to the windows and to the wipers. It began to snow. Tiny
flakes of dullest white fell upon us. The zombies hated the snow. They would swat
at it and try to catch it and rip it apart. Some of the hideous creatures were only
bones held together by muscle and chunks of flesh. And the smell! Oh God! The
smell was terrible. Even with the windows closed the smell seaped through. It was
almost like smelling a million dead corpses, all from different times. We drove
until the car jolted to a stop. About 20 of the creatures surrounded us. We
climbed onto the top and held on for dear life. Jake was the first. A bony hand
grabbed his ankle and pulled him off. His screams were muffled by the moans of
the dead. They forced their hands into his stomach and wrenched free his guts,
feasting upon them. Then his motions ceased.
TO BE CONTINUED. I'm sorry the story was so short, but my brain isn't working.
I'll post the ending tonight.