Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 8Just as I turned away, the car smashed into a tree. I blacked out, and the last thing I remembered was smoke.Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 8 by *ET1624
I heard some indistinct mumbling as my eyes fluttered open. It looked as if I had been out for hours, because I wasn’t daytime anymore. It was pitch-black; I could barely see 5 feet in front of me. I examined myself, and found a huge cut into my leg and one of my fingers twisted in the wrong direction. I slowly stood up, and tried not to let out a moan of pain in case anything was watching.
“Emily? Mike? Claire? Are any of you guys here?” I slowly limped across the sideways car. “Fuck my leg….”
Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 7Emily signaled for us to be quiet, and we dropped to the ground. I heard some crying for the drug store and a scream. On impulse, Mike and I ran in (back to the whole save people thing again). An Asian woman had just bashed a zombies head in, but she was covered in bites.Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 7 by *ET1624
“Oh god,” Mike hurried into a corner and puked a little.
“Please find my son! He’s tall brunette, about that age… Oh GOD NO!” the woman’s description fit the walker she had just put down and she burst out crying.
“Why why oh god why? What did I do? What did he- oh god,” the woman sobbed and sobbed and shot herself in th
Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 6“Told you,” I squeezed my eyes shut and flinched. “Ok, um, how bout we trade supplies. It’s better than Emily’s ‘smart’ plan of stealing.”Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 6 by *ET1624
“Fair enough!” the boy put the gun down and smiled at us. “I’m Michael.”
“I’m Rose and this is Emily,” I said awkwardly to him. All the boys at my high school were shorter than me; somehow all of those boys were less than 5”11, so meeting a person of the male gender who was actually an inch or two taller than me was weird.
“Those are very pretty names,” he winked at us.
SilenceFlesh ripping, tearing, the ragged masses howl. The taste of the living sustains their rage, their hunger, their disease.
Bullets fly, hundreds die, but more rise again, seeking, wanting, needing for reasons that escape all, especially them.
The world has been silenced, the unliving has swept through your veins, transforming living into un, and all that can be heard in the silence is the bellow of the Earth as she weeps for her children, now quiet sentinels with no motivation, no drive, no purpose.