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"Get....the.....fuck...off me!", In the struggle she let out a scream. Now she needed someone to save her. Maybe with 'Uncle Bob' she had been a bit extreme.
The garage was in lockdown, with it's heavy steel shutters all locked. There was a Bentley with it's roof down, and it's radio playing rock.
You're walking in the forest, The fog is low and thick, Your only light is from burning coal, Stuck crudely on a stick. You hear a sound to your right, The shuffling of human feet.
"Don't look back.... Don't look back!", "keep moving.... Look straight ahead!".
Once everyone was in the beach house safely-excluding Halley-they all sat stunned at what just happened. Fred was in a state of shock and denial.
They walk the earth forever bound, searching for our every sound. Tearing flesh to feed their pits, scrounging through the dead for leftover bits.
Running. The only thing that could possibly be on my mind. Panting, exhausted, succumbing to the pressure of burning limbs.
Together, Lydia and Stefan made their way through the hallway. Bang. Dead. Bang. Dead. Lydia wasn't very fond of Stefan, but she wanted to stay alive. And Stefan could be her way out.
*my idea for a sequel to I am legend* So.. Say Robert Neville (will smith) is still alive, with the company of Anne and Ethan.
With my head in my hand, my eyelids close: I went to bed late: now I’m fighting a doze. There’s an hour to go, but it’s taking forever: late work nights really aren’t that clever.
"What's your name?" Lydia huffed as she and the boy, still in the forest, walked. The boy stared straight ahead. "Gavin." he stated. "I'm Lydia." Lydia smiled at Gavin.
I looked at the alarm clock, it was 3.47 I knew I heard something down stairs. laying in silence I waited to hear another noise, a small scuff came from down the stairs , I knew I was not alone.
What if.. A film was made where the world was going to end (nothing new right?) but everyone knew it.. So the president of America gathered 100 people.
There where six of them this morning, now this evening they where three. The last surviving members, of a group of seventeen. Survivors of an outbreak, that had brought mankind to it's knees.
I'm in school, playing in the woods, everyday stuff, kids laughing some fighting boys chasing girls and girls kicking us in the balls.
As David reassured himself that he would be able to survive all of this and defeat this ... This thing that he was facing, it dawned on him.
I hope that they will back in a minute completely. It happened so fast and I saw some of my family run outside the house. The bloody people chased them.
(Be prepared, this is pretty long) 'Mary had a little lamb, little lamb...' God, he was such a sap. Reciting a kiddy's nursery rhyme in his head. Grow up.
The dim headlights of my truck make a narrow passage of light ahead of me. The road seems empty but knowing that it is not makes me anxious and my movements uncontrolled and jittery.
The cars wheels span furiously and whirled the plumes of smoke in my direction. Dry blood coated the steering wheel and fresh blood streamed down my shaking leg towards me.
Last night I had quite an interesting dream I will share now. This is also the first dream I am sharing and I thankfully remembered it.
Starvation affects both the body and the mind, causing higher-level functions to be shut down as an organism reverts to more primitive modes in an effort to survive.