DekuNut
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Okay, now that my computer is fixed, here's Chapter 3:
Chapter 3
Zach, Ammy, Zordo, and Jimmy walked through the town. They moved faster as a smaller group, but they felt more secure in a larger group. Normal shadows turned into hiding places. Zombies seemed more numerous... and harder to kill. Eventually, they made it to the supermarket.
“Finally!” Zordo said as the giant sign came into view. At one time it had been a bright neon light, but now it was cracked and the lights flickered feebly. The automatic doors were stuck shut, but the four just broke through the glass and went inside, wondring what they would find.
The air smelled of rotting food. Fruits, veggies, meat... pretty much anything that you could think of. But there was one smell that hung over all the others.
The smell of death.
They turned a corner and Ammy screamed, taking a step backwards. She had stepped on top of a half-rotted corpse. It seemed lifeless... and Ammy’s shoe had squashed it’s head.
“It’s dead,” Zach told them, “They can’t survive without the brain... so, if it wasn’t dead already, then Ammy, you just killed another one.”
They continued through the store. They were able to pick up water bottles and flour, but very few perishable foods were left, so they couldn’t get too much. Soon, they had collected all the non-perishable foods that they could find, “Ready to go, guys?” Zach asked.
A roar filled the cavernous space, followed by a scream.
The next sound they knew only too well... the sound of muffled growling, dying whimpers, and a very happy zombie.
“I think we should get out of here,” Zordo said, “Emergency exit. It comes out behind the store,” they all nodded and followed Zordo.
James was the first one to the door, and he opened it, revealing a mass of zombies. He slammed it shut, “We can’t go out that way,” he said, pale.
Zach walkd bac to the front door, almost sprinting, “There has to be at least 50 zombies there,” he said, “And no roof access... we’re trapped inside.”
Meanwhile, the rest of the crew had reached the camp. Sharky took the patients to the infirmary. He checked Tahsha’s pulse and breathing, “Still good!” he yelled to the others. He moved on to Elliot. At the time of the fight, he had been wearing a mask. It was light blue and had the shape of a butterfly over one eye and a black dot over the other, Sharky prepared to take off Elliots mask when a hand grabbed his wrist.
“Do NOT touch the mask,” Elliot breathed, “Hand down.”
Sharky put his hand down, “How are you feeling?” he asked, checking his pulse.
“Horrible,” Ethan said, “Like my head is splitting open.”
“That’s normal when you have a concussion,” Sharky answered, “Do you feel well enough to eat?”
Elliot nodded.
A bowl of gruel was brought in for him, “Take it,” Sharky said, “It’s good for you.”
Elliot tried the greasy bowl of “food” and nearly threw up, “You call this edible?” he asked skepticly.
“It’s the best we have.”
“When I’m well enough to cook,” Elliot said, “I’ll teach you guys how.”
Chapter 3
Zach, Ammy, Zordo, and Jimmy walked through the town. They moved faster as a smaller group, but they felt more secure in a larger group. Normal shadows turned into hiding places. Zombies seemed more numerous... and harder to kill. Eventually, they made it to the supermarket.
“Finally!” Zordo said as the giant sign came into view. At one time it had been a bright neon light, but now it was cracked and the lights flickered feebly. The automatic doors were stuck shut, but the four just broke through the glass and went inside, wondring what they would find.
The air smelled of rotting food. Fruits, veggies, meat... pretty much anything that you could think of. But there was one smell that hung over all the others.
The smell of death.
They turned a corner and Ammy screamed, taking a step backwards. She had stepped on top of a half-rotted corpse. It seemed lifeless... and Ammy’s shoe had squashed it’s head.
“It’s dead,” Zach told them, “They can’t survive without the brain... so, if it wasn’t dead already, then Ammy, you just killed another one.”
They continued through the store. They were able to pick up water bottles and flour, but very few perishable foods were left, so they couldn’t get too much. Soon, they had collected all the non-perishable foods that they could find, “Ready to go, guys?” Zach asked.
A roar filled the cavernous space, followed by a scream.
The next sound they knew only too well... the sound of muffled growling, dying whimpers, and a very happy zombie.
“I think we should get out of here,” Zordo said, “Emergency exit. It comes out behind the store,” they all nodded and followed Zordo.
James was the first one to the door, and he opened it, revealing a mass of zombies. He slammed it shut, “We can’t go out that way,” he said, pale.
Zach walkd bac to the front door, almost sprinting, “There has to be at least 50 zombies there,” he said, “And no roof access... we’re trapped inside.”
Meanwhile, the rest of the crew had reached the camp. Sharky took the patients to the infirmary. He checked Tahsha’s pulse and breathing, “Still good!” he yelled to the others. He moved on to Elliot. At the time of the fight, he had been wearing a mask. It was light blue and had the shape of a butterfly over one eye and a black dot over the other, Sharky prepared to take off Elliots mask when a hand grabbed his wrist.
“Do NOT touch the mask,” Elliot breathed, “Hand down.”
Sharky put his hand down, “How are you feeling?” he asked, checking his pulse.
“Horrible,” Ethan said, “Like my head is splitting open.”
“That’s normal when you have a concussion,” Sharky answered, “Do you feel well enough to eat?”
Elliot nodded.
A bowl of gruel was brought in for him, “Take it,” Sharky said, “It’s good for you.”
Elliot tried the greasy bowl of “food” and nearly threw up, “You call this edible?” he asked skepticly.
“It’s the best we have.”
“When I’m well enough to cook,” Elliot said, “I’ll teach you guys how.”
Anyways, great chapter, HOW WILL THEY EVER GET OUT OF THERE? D:
