so I wrote this a while ago for school it wasn't meant as a fanfiction but whatever.

disclaimer: don't own it, do I look like a middle aged Irishman who is just to awesome for words? no


Breathing heavily she turned onto another street. It looked just like the last one. Houses burned and palm trees lay on the ground. It was the remnants of a war torn city. But this was a different kind of war and they were coming for her. The smell of corpses, fresh and decayed, contaminated the air. Pollution clogged the sky putting out the stars.

She gagged on the stench. She wished she couldn't smell. Smell the fresh blood that was spilled each night. She wished she couldn't see. See the children's corpses on the side of the road and the small child clinging to its mother's body not understanding why she wouldn't move. She wished she couldn't hear. Hear the screams of pain and terror not knowing if she would be the next to make that sound.

She kept running. If she stopped running… that wasn't an option. Her heart pounded; beating on her ribcage like a drum. As if it knew wouldn't be beating for much longer.

She turned a corner. Five or six of them stood fifteen feet away from her. They were tearing at someone's body. She quickly backed away hoping they would not notice her. One had. It turned towards her. It face was distorted in pain, but its eyes remained deadened and emotionless. The rest of the undead turned towards her.

Dried blood caked their faces. Silently they shuffled closer and closer until she was surrounded. They grabbed her!


oh so scary! not! review