Dingo
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 11, 2011
- Location
- Washington
12 hours have passed, 12 hours from a normal life to this hell that existed now. When I heard that the dead had risen like one of the campy horror movies, I wondered if some crazed nut job was spreading rumors or not. That was, until I saw definite proof of it. A man, well, what was left of the man anyways, was shambling up the sidewalk, moaning a bit and his one arm was raised and his hand reaching out to anyone. A police officer walked up to him, I was to far away to clearly hear what he said, but the scream the officer gave off was clear enough. The man turned its head and bit the officer on the arm, spraying blood from hitting an artery. My body told me to run, hell, my mind told me to run from this hellish play that was developing in front of me. The man started to bite up the officer's arm. Somehow, the officer was able to pull out his gun and pressed it to the man's head. I looked away when the shot rang out. It was quiet, quiet in a city, for a moment. Then, more screams were heard. I looked up and saw a woman had came up to the officer and he was now biting her on the neck. She couldn't run away, he body was just staggering there as the officer continued to eat at her flesh. Before long, more shambles of men, women, and children were coming into view, all of them bloodied, missing pieces of flesh, and moaning. That's when instinct kicked in finally and I ran away with the others. There was mass panic with people screaming and trying to run away, some of them weren't lucky enough to escape.
I had spent my 12 hours since then, running and hiding. Sure these things could only shamble after us but the more distance placed between me and 'Them" the better. However, curiosity got the better of me, more wanting to learn about these things then curiosity. I was hiding for a moment in a drug store, behind the counter. There was blood everywhere, medical supplies strung across the small building, but the bodies were missing. After I had got a basic first aid kit and a wooden baseball bat that looked to have hit a few people over the head, I ventured out into the streets with 'Them' all over the place. Some of them started to shamble after me so I figured they can probably see and tell the difference between live flesh and them. However, with them shambling, I could easily walk between and around small groups just by using the bat to push them away like a ten foot pole. I knew I had to find a place to hide out in, a place with supplies and possible a radio or something to call and find out what was being done to get help to us. I had no clue what happened to my family and I feared the worst had befallen them among this chaos. I just picked a random direction and hoped to be able to find help that way.
I had spent my 12 hours since then, running and hiding. Sure these things could only shamble after us but the more distance placed between me and 'Them" the better. However, curiosity got the better of me, more wanting to learn about these things then curiosity. I was hiding for a moment in a drug store, behind the counter. There was blood everywhere, medical supplies strung across the small building, but the bodies were missing. After I had got a basic first aid kit and a wooden baseball bat that looked to have hit a few people over the head, I ventured out into the streets with 'Them' all over the place. Some of them started to shamble after me so I figured they can probably see and tell the difference between live flesh and them. However, with them shambling, I could easily walk between and around small groups just by using the bat to push them away like a ten foot pole. I knew I had to find a place to hide out in, a place with supplies and possible a radio or something to call and find out what was being done to get help to us. I had no clue what happened to my family and I feared the worst had befallen them among this chaos. I just picked a random direction and hoped to be able to find help that way.