This is a new story for me. I always except creative criticism but please no flames. I've been a huge fan of the living dead for a long time. Ever since I saw Night Of The Living Dead, yes the old one. I guess it just has zombies are classic and yet always scary. i don't mind hybrid mutated monsters but when you try and make zombies smart that irritates me. Because there is something about a slow large group of dead people that frightens me. Smart zombies aren't scary to me. Enough of this silly chatter, here's the next session.
Day 1 Pt. 2
They said that the S.T.A.R.S. were well on their way to this next mission. I wasn't taking any chances on waiting for them to show up. I was going to do things my way. I kept the pistol in my hands almost at all times. I wasn't about to lose my best weapon against these mutated living dead freaks. No thank you I'd like to keep my body as is.
I walked from my house down the street. The closest way out was at least a mile out. I still didn't understand why my mother had wanted to be right in the middle of this stupid town, anyway. I had to call my cousin Jill and apologize for not believing her. You can't expect someone like me to believe a story like that anyway. Everyone knew that what happened in Racoon City had been a chemical accident or at least that was the cover.
I walked as quietly as possible glancing at this town in complete ruins. Buildings were crumbling and being severely neglected. There were abandoned vehicles littered everywhere and anywhere one could fit. The reak of dead bodies was the thing that got to me the most. Because although the smell was overwhelming there were no bodies in sight.
Without warning hands grabbed at me. They were rank with death and when I tried to pull away a chunk of flesh came along with it. I shook it off like like a wet cat trying to get dry. It came at me again and I pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the corpse with a sickening thud and forced the monster back. I used this to my advandtage and kicked it further back. After which I hauled myself out of that area. I ran with a certain percision not really I was more letting my "gut" instinct take control. I also slowed down some knowing that running around a deserted town like a chicken with no head. Before I could really plan anything, I was once again being attacked. Geez, was there no end to the madness?
I back-tracked a block back and headed down a narrow alleyway. I crotched down and sat as still as possible. Three zombies shuffled past me with no alertness. They kept walking and only after watching a very live cat scramble with intent to survive did they leave the area. Poor cat, better it than me though. After several more minutes of no activity did I look up and move to somewhere a bit more safe.