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Date Added: July 23, 2003 09:07:46 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Zombies
Walking through the silent city, the winds sing a hollow song.



All the cars have died awhile ago, human kind has gone wrong.



The wind sends coke cans rolling and other rubbish on the floor.







I walk with unease through the dead air and silence of a city tomb.



With each step the madness screams to me “your walking to your doom”



Empty shops I walk past the power long since gone.







Whatever is left on the world it’s like it has packed up and gone.



That is when I hear it low moans fill me with fear, at that moment it hits me



And everything is clear, the dead have heard me coming and risen for the feast.







Terror fills in an instant as I run through the ghost town hunted like a wild beast.



Please don’t let them find me oh God please, please, please, please, PLEASE!!!







Hiding in an old house their scratching at the door trapped in like a coffin as they are breaking down the door, looking at an old paper as my fear begins to swell.



A chemical strike from a madman has opened the gates to hell.







Dropping down the paper as I hear the doors frame crack, I run towards the upstairs and I force myself not to look back.



The house I note as running is old as time itself, the old cream coloured walls and dust gathering upon the shelves, as I run towards a window my escape taking an age.







I make a mistake of turning and meet the zombies gaze, I feel the scraps of lunch fly up with terror the sight raise, trousers brown and slimy, body hanging strips of sinew it’s skin is hanging off and one eyes turned to goo.



Its hands are scabby and yellow reaching for my flesh, it lets out a horrible low moan its voice bubbles with blood that’s fresh.







I can take the sight no longer as I crash through the window pane, I wince as I come tumbling wet with blood and dizzy from pain, I look up as my heart sinks I'm surrounded by the dead.







A group of hungry zombies come down upon my head………….



Author's Notes:
I wrote this because I am a massive Zombie game/movie fan it's kinda of a poery like a story and a poem mixed into one so I hope you guys like it.
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeThe Heretic on April 1, 2006 01:17:47 AM Report
Nice I love a rousing zombie tale
Comment By: FreeLiz on April 1, 2004 01:29:47 AM Report
dios meo reminds me of dawn of the dead and now im just very scared.. wow.. they got it off of u..lol but its a well written piece. but scared the s*** out of me
luv bunches lizzybeth
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on October 16, 2003 06:46:05 AM Report
Nathaniel, this is a good Hallowe'en story. Very well written.
Comment By: FreeSaira on August 19, 2003 07:06:22 PM Report
This is a great write with striking imagery. I really enjoyed reading it...it has a haunted but nice flow :o)Well done!
Saira




 


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