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A deep, guttural groan reaches my ears, followed immediately by grasping hands and gnashing teeth. Surprisingly powerful jaws snap shut mere inches from my face.
I wipe the steam from the bathroom mirror and stare at my reflection. A young boy of eighteen, his dark brown hair an unruly, wet mess, looks glumly back.
A rumbling growl echoes throughout the room. "There's a monster in your tummy," Lucy says in a sing-song voice, feigning a gasp of horror. I laugh and pat her head.
-yawn- I sat up on the old fold out futon I had been dozing off on. My eyes opened reluctantly and painfully. I had fallen asleep with my contacts on again.
The world is a barren plain of destruction. All that remains is a crumbling ruin now home to disease; a miasma of corrupting filth. Upon the surface, a cloud of shadows trail with them a poison.
For a moment, time stands still. My heart stops and I cease to breathe. A vision of my mother replaces the scene.
The ashes of my past are seen. Flickering images that make no sense at first. A collage of random scenes with no real sense of purpose.
Have you ever experienced that emotion of sheer panic when you are dropped into sudden darkness. That feeling of fear which seeps into your soul as you stumble blindly. I have.
At first I assumed my reactions were along the lines of terrified, and shocked, because nobody was introduced to the situation traditionally. Well, as traditionally as any movie had introduced it.
I was just wondering if anyone thinks this is good......I was writing it for a friend (his idea :P ) and I didn't edit yet so some parts may need a little fixing.
A change decided for me Before I could object Callously and cruelly Decidedly direct Enraged I tried to stop it Futile was my fight Gutted I lie crying Howling through the night Instead of...
The sun has set. Getting to my uncle's home has taken longer than I expected. I've had to go out of my way to take long detours around the large groups blocking my path.
I dodge and weave between them, never pausing to look back. There's so many. The entire street is covered with them. Uncle Raymond's house isn't too far, but it's going to be hell getting there.
Tuesday, week 2: Science The door swung inwards slowly. On the other end a man with a face like a mastiff greeted everyone in. Josh walked over to his seat.
The chaos around us has no limits. Men and women run in all directions, sheer panic etched across their face.
Our house is lost to us. An empty shell now home to death. Crawling with the dead and the broken remains of our father. I race out the back entrance and never look back.
The door rattles on its hinges as they slam their bodies against it. They claw at the windows, too thick for them to break. "Son, look at me!" He yells, grabbing my face.
'Drakes Story' "Lights out on two" Drake settled into his bunk for the night and felt under the mattress. He was relieved to feel the cold steel pipe with the sharpened down edges was still there.
We lye in wait; united at the edge of the forest.....
We were running for our lives, And the things were closing in, The chances of survival- Were ridiculously thin.
This part is pretty lame, part 3 is much better. Two weeks after the bomb had wiped out London the virus had spread rapidly all over the country.
"Best we just wait here.", Jeff said: "seems daft to go outside." June was engrossed in her cross stitch, and nodded mechanically at his side. "Shall I put the kettle on?", he looked at her and said.
When it started, I was just a girl at fourteen. The plague came, and I was just getting started. He was perfect, a real charmer at eighteen. When the riots started, he disappeared.
Two thousand and fourteen. I remember. Two thousand men fell ill. I remember. Days of horror, days of pain. I remember. Days when blood mixed with rain. We remember.