"Sherry Birkin. How many times do I have to tell you not to draw on your
notes?" blandly asked her teacher as she disrupted her from drawing. "You
are in high school."
Sherry sighed and slammed her notebook shut. She grabbed her stuff and walked out of the classroom.
"If you walk out of this classroom you are SUSPENDED!" yelled the teacher as the students watched in excitement.
Sherry turned and stared at the teacher with her golden-brown hair tied in a ponytail. "Okay bitch. Listen. I'm fucking tired of your constant nagging and getting me in trouble ordeal. I'm a straight A student. I'm not going to hide it. So why won't you help the other kids as I go home and do my homework that I have learned in fourth grade." She walked out as the teacher stared at her shocked.
It was a nice spring day. The trees were growing their leaves of joy and the flowers showed their beauty to the depressed. Sherry walked down the dirty path to the park and sighed. She was tired of living the life of silence ever since her escape with her friends Claire and Leon. They came to Timilarian where they could gather themselves and hope to decide what to do with their lives.
Sherry walked across the street to the park and walked through the open fields. She remembered how Claire taught her how to use a gun at age nine and Leon taught her the secrets of spying. Kicking the weeds down, she walked to the playground and climbed on the slide. Sitting on the very top, she glanced at the nature being engulfed by spring and gathered her thoughts.
Hearing a roar, Sherry scurried in the ventilation system. She looked out and saw the horrific creature without lips except stitches that showed a wide smile on its face. It was covered in black like a human but tentacles slowly crawled out and in his sleeves
Sherry gasps and gazes at the moving trees. Sighing, she got off the playground and began to walk to the cabin they were currently living in. It was a pretty decent size like the others. Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a lot of kitchen space. Smiling, she remembered when she and Claire were looking at the cabins to make sure there was enough room in the kitchen for depression stages-
She looked at the couple kissing each other in the middle field and sighed. That's another thing she wanted: love. She never had a love lately since Raccoon City but she knew that she doesn't have the ability to trust someone unless they shared a close event like the zombies attacking...
Sherry continued to stare at the couple and watched them fall into the fields. She smiled and thought about how romantic that would be-
Until she heard one of them scream.
Sherry ran toward the couple and grabbed her cell phone in case it was a rape attempt. She stopped and widened her eyes. She saw the golden fields of weeds slowly turn into a bloodbath and stared at the lady eating the man.
"No..." Sherry took a step back and fell into the fields.
Moaning, the lady slowly got up and walked toward Sherry, stretching its decaying hands out. Sherry saw her decaying lips and her bloody teeth. The lady's hair was frizzy with strands of bile oozing down at the tips. Her breasts were visible but a chunk hangs loosely off her right breast.
Standing up quickly, Sherry ran as fast as she could toward her cabin. She knew that this wasn't a dream and that it was GOING to come one way or another and she's been waiting for it for a long, long time.
The female zombie stopped moving and sat there still, moaning to herself for a while. The breeze picked up and the peeling of her skin fell delicately to the floor. Moaning, the man slowly sat up with a chunk of his head missing. He raised his hands and stood up without support. He trudged his feet through the weeds and stared at all the red dots hundreds of feet away. He slowly trudged toward them tripping over the weeds-
Four children slowly crawled out of the fields and slowly walked past the playground toward the city in hopes to find food-
Behind the male and female carcasses, twenty dead bodies slowly crawled through the weeds slowly, some falling to the floor by the tangling weeds and moaned. They all had one goal to achieve: to arrive in Timilarian.
Sherry sighed and slammed her notebook shut. She grabbed her stuff and walked out of the classroom.
"If you walk out of this classroom you are SUSPENDED!" yelled the teacher as the students watched in excitement.
Sherry turned and stared at the teacher with her golden-brown hair tied in a ponytail. "Okay bitch. Listen. I'm fucking tired of your constant nagging and getting me in trouble ordeal. I'm a straight A student. I'm not going to hide it. So why won't you help the other kids as I go home and do my homework that I have learned in fourth grade." She walked out as the teacher stared at her shocked.
It was a nice spring day. The trees were growing their leaves of joy and the flowers showed their beauty to the depressed. Sherry walked down the dirty path to the park and sighed. She was tired of living the life of silence ever since her escape with her friends Claire and Leon. They came to Timilarian where they could gather themselves and hope to decide what to do with their lives.
Sherry walked across the street to the park and walked through the open fields. She remembered how Claire taught her how to use a gun at age nine and Leon taught her the secrets of spying. Kicking the weeds down, she walked to the playground and climbed on the slide. Sitting on the very top, she glanced at the nature being engulfed by spring and gathered her thoughts.
Hearing a roar, Sherry scurried in the ventilation system. She looked out and saw the horrific creature without lips except stitches that showed a wide smile on its face. It was covered in black like a human but tentacles slowly crawled out and in his sleeves
Sherry gasps and gazes at the moving trees. Sighing, she got off the playground and began to walk to the cabin they were currently living in. It was a pretty decent size like the others. Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a lot of kitchen space. Smiling, she remembered when she and Claire were looking at the cabins to make sure there was enough room in the kitchen for depression stages-
She looked at the couple kissing each other in the middle field and sighed. That's another thing she wanted: love. She never had a love lately since Raccoon City but she knew that she doesn't have the ability to trust someone unless they shared a close event like the zombies attacking...
Sherry continued to stare at the couple and watched them fall into the fields. She smiled and thought about how romantic that would be-
Until she heard one of them scream.
Sherry ran toward the couple and grabbed her cell phone in case it was a rape attempt. She stopped and widened her eyes. She saw the golden fields of weeds slowly turn into a bloodbath and stared at the lady eating the man.
"No..." Sherry took a step back and fell into the fields.
Moaning, the lady slowly got up and walked toward Sherry, stretching its decaying hands out. Sherry saw her decaying lips and her bloody teeth. The lady's hair was frizzy with strands of bile oozing down at the tips. Her breasts were visible but a chunk hangs loosely off her right breast.
Standing up quickly, Sherry ran as fast as she could toward her cabin. She knew that this wasn't a dream and that it was GOING to come one way or another and she's been waiting for it for a long, long time.
The female zombie stopped moving and sat there still, moaning to herself for a while. The breeze picked up and the peeling of her skin fell delicately to the floor. Moaning, the man slowly sat up with a chunk of his head missing. He raised his hands and stood up without support. He trudged his feet through the weeds and stared at all the red dots hundreds of feet away. He slowly trudged toward them tripping over the weeds-
Four children slowly crawled out of the fields and slowly walked past the playground toward the city in hopes to find food-
Behind the male and female carcasses, twenty dead bodies slowly crawled through the weeds slowly, some falling to the floor by the tangling weeds and moaned. They all had one goal to achieve: to arrive in Timilarian.