Okayy so I was bored in one of my lessons and wanted to write, I really enjoyed writing it and can't wait to see where this story goes. I have no plan for this story so if you have any ideas please message me.
Lost I was, alone I am which isn't a very good thing when you're in world full of zombies. But I'm not worried, because I can do this. I have to. Otherwise I'm as good as dead… or worse. There outside the door banging and growling like animals, I suppose in a way they are, we all are in the end. I came to the hospital for some supplies; the group I'm with are relying on me and I won't let them down. My name is Summer Rose Shepherd, or experiment 110023B the first freak of nature but defiantly not the last one. Breathing in the stale air I push my large camo back pack over my shoulder, reload my shot gun – it's the only gun I have left with any ammunition and make a run for it. I push the biters out of my way as I run down the hospital corridors desperately searching for a way out of here. Turning the corridor I see about 50 of them things come at me. "Oh shit, oh shitty shitty shit. The hell I'm dying here!" I turn around and rush up the stairs throwing any objects that come my way down the stairs in a hope that it will slow those Arseholes down.
Seeing the sign pointing to the roof I head for it, got no other option anyway I have ran out of stairs to climb. Pushing on the doors I find them locked, who the hell locks a door in the middle of the apocalypses anyway? Sighing I get out some tools and try to pick the very simple lock, "come on almost there" the biters are very close now, for some insane reason it makes me laugh. I really have gone metal. Hearing the latch click telling me the door was now open I push forward and try to close the door on those creeps, unfortunately they have their rotting hands in the way so I can't get the door closed. Getting out the already bloody machete I cut of their hands and arms until I can close the door and jam it shut with a chair that was conveniently nearby. Well that was fun I thought to myself.
Humming the tune to Bob Marley's song don't worry, I looked around the roof top for a way to get down. The sun was going to go down in a couple of hours and I didn't have time to waste.
Tying my brownish red hair back into a bun I looked over the edge of the hospital. Whoa that's a long long way down. Guess I'm goanna have to find either a very big ladder or a flying pig, the pig would be preferable. Sitting down I try to think of a way out of this mess. And I didn't have very long; the door wasn't going to last forever despite the very sturdy chair holding it shut. Looking over to my left I see a small bridge and after that a lot of buildings. A plan began to form in my mind.
Taking out some rope I tied it into a make shift lasso and made sure I had my leather gloves on, I don't not want to get rope burn…again. Swinging it around cowboy style I throw it over the edge of the hospital aiming for the metal drums I see on the bridge anddddd it doesn't work, "well shit, isn't that embarrassing" trying for a second time the loop does go over the metal cylinder, making me sigh in relief. Pumping my fist in the air I shout "whooo hoo who's the daddy!" A grin on my face I put on my bag making sure it's secure. Hearing that remarkable chair brake I look over my shoulder to see the creepers coming for me, giving them an award winning smile I scream see ya later losers, flipping them the birdie as I do so and make the leap forward swinging I the air like king Kong, I take a moment admire the view before brutally crashing into the wall. "Ow" that hurt, a lot. Face red I climb up and over the ledge of the bridge. Patting the cylinder as I pass. I jump down onto the flat roof of the building nearby and continue to do so until I reach the woods.