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Showing posts with label Zombie apocalypse story by Mark Antony Raines. Show all posts

Sunday 12 September 2021

SURVIVE OR DIE ,ZOMBIE STORY BY MARK ANTONY RAINES

 A man is running as if his life depending on it as if I'm some bizarre Olympic one hundred metre race,is overtaken by a horse of zombies ,inside his puzzled and very slightly deranged mind he wanders why he has been spared from their savage need to eat human flesh especially the bit inside the human skull called the brain.


When within his perception he sees a little girl then he heard the The loud high pitched scream she is emitting and dispite living alone as a confirmed bachelor whom never wanted to bring children into the world even before the event of the recent zombie apocalypse,he felt the instinct to go protect or least try to save the little girl from being yet another victim to be eaten and disfigured beyond recognition and become one of the undead that walk.



The little girl looks on from  The street corner ,crying her eyes out,stuck to the spot as if superglued.



The man then changed his direction for he knows just around the corner is the depot he used to work st,perhaps if the gods were willing his old truck would be curled and ready to drive,and not guarded by zombies waiting like fishermen with their lure to bait the fish,he was the fish in this scenario.


He is in luck,no zombies,truck door opened were it was was abandoned in a state of panic,keys above in rear view mirror ,so he started it up and drove towards the girl,who he sees in a blur as he speeds down the road he then slams on his breaks,then a nagging doubts enter his head.


Where are her parents?Why is she all alone,was it some sort of elaborate trick so he hesitates.

His sub conscious mind says to just keep driving but his logical half of his head let's out a string of curse words and he drives the truck as close as possible to the little girl and scrambling out of the truck he scoops her up and holds her right as she is kicking and screaming,he puts her in the passenger seat ,buckles up the seatbelt.


The engine revs,tires squeal,both safe for the moment speed away just in time as the zombies were within reach of the truck And the number would have overwhelmed them,they like the white hat  Stetson wearing hero in many a Saturday matinee western ride safely into the sunset.



It's hell waiting in this cell waiting for the scientific community and the ruling party in The current government,I say currant but it's subject to change as dispite being in a supposed air tight facility the zombie outbreak is still trying it best to break in .

I hated all the experiments I had to do just to prove I was partially immune from the zombie contagion but the down side it's only my top half of my body so if I get bitten on my leg and become infect I have two outcomes,one I become through dying a very slow agonising,flesh rotting death experience or the other I or someone else shots me in the head in a gesture to give me mercy.

I am beginning to feel very hot,dizzy I think I am coming down with something,I hope the scientific community and the ruling party have not forgotten me like some piece of mouldy old bread.


Days or is it months fly by its hard to tell when they all blend into one It just seems I am living a repeat of some naff television programme over and over again,my fever has broken,I not wanted for food or drink as it comes through a batch at the door But I never seen who supplies it as to me their are invisible.


Perhaps I may get back to that word for the moment everyone and his dog are saying due to the zombie pandemic,normacly.

But this was to be my last day in earth,for you see the hordes of zombies by their vast majority,now outnumbering the living had broken through the so called air tight facility ,my door to my cell was broken down by a battering ram of zombies who took one look at me and as I was not one of their kind saw me as food,it was no good fighting off the masses as my date was sealed,soon I was being eaten alive,my intestines being ripped out by zombies like lions to their prey in Africa,the last real memory I had was why was thus zombie apocalypse happening.


Was the Zombie outbreak an initiated by terrorists or some other rogue group?

Was it some combination of various diseases genetic engineered by some scientists in a an laboratory big some rival government power?

Was it some ancient variant mutanted through centuries in animal s to use human s?


I had no reply,for I was dead and hungry for some brains.