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Just a one shot at giving up, cause in some things you just have to.
Disclaimer: Dont own the dawn of the dead Idea, Im poor dont sue me.
A soft ray of light shone through the musty glass, the cross hanging on the wall reflected
in a soft glow. They were finished with their prayers, cold steel rested on their hips, rifles
on the floor, their lips met, each savoring the others taste. With one last look the two
turned their backs on the holy symbol in their father's sacred home. The red carpet led
them down to the oak doors. Pictures of the last trials of Christ lined the walls, each felt
as if those eyes looked at them, forgiving them. Both stopped in front of the old doors,
the pounding on the other end kept up. Nowhere Texas seemed safe enough.
His revolver was ready, so was her's, they each knew this was the end, for the other end
was a long and painful one.
"This is not sucide." He said in a low sad voice, tears were streaming from his eyes.
She looked back at him with a soft smile, "I love you cowboy." She said
He kicked the doors open.
His movement was like lighting as he let led fly, the dead fell with each pull of the
trigger, she loved his quickness. Her gun left its old holster, slowly setting its sights on a
man running towards her, she squeezed the trigger. After the first shot she was quick to
fire, bringing more down. The report from each shell deafened her, never noticing that
the other revolver wasn't firing. Five pulls later she wonders, where is my love, I know
he cant be done.
She looked back towards the doors, his body was covered in blood, the
people on him were biting and tearing at him. He fought back, the revolver was on the
ground, on his feet she watched in fear as one of them moved towards him, she screamed,
though she was so deaf from gunfire she didn't know if he heard her. Its rotten teeth sank
down, he knew his end was up. She picked up his revolver and sent her cowboy home.
Alone she sits now, with the undead closing in, she says one last prayer in anger, before
she put that barrel too her head.
Did this pieceonthe backof a beer box. Had one strange night.
Cousins B-day, quart of Jose, Willie Nelson and Ray Charles "Seven Spanish Angels"