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Zombie Apocalypse Part twoChapter 2
A bit later the whole group was on the streets again. It was really quiet and that scared the band more than hundrets of Zombies.
“Where are they all…Playing Bingo or what?” Chuck mumbled holding his rifle close and looked around.
“I hope they all fall down completely and forever dead…” Glen mumbled, looking around too.
“Be happy that it is so quiet.” Alice said and looked in a sidestreet.
“Well, I am happy not to see a blood smeared stinking zombie face right now…” Ryan said, looked in a car and accidently turned on the car’s alarm system.
“RUN!” Ori Yelled and the group started to run away from the loud car as they could hear zombies growling and a horde was behind they.
“RUN FASTER!!” Glen yelled, grabbed Alice’s wrist as he saw that the singer got slower and pulled him after him.
In the run Ryan stopped, turned around and started to shoot.
Zombie Apocalypse Part 1Chapter 1
Stockholm. 30 days after the first infection with a zombievirus.
Number of Zombies: nearly 1.5 million.
Number of dead men: nearly 6000
Number of survivors: nearly 0.
It was night in the ghost town Stockholm. No lights were to see, Zombies slowly walk through the streets.
Only their growling was to hear as a loud shoot echoed through the night and one of the zombies fall down.
Now really dead by a shoot in the head.
“RUN! I shoot they down who come to far! Helped me then when I follow!” The blackhaired man on the roof yelled and his friends used the chance and run down the streets.
The five men and the young woman shoot a few zombies down, while their friend helped from a bit away.
Fast the group reached a new save building.
“TOMMY! COME ON!!” The woman yelled loud and the blackhaired one run to they, in his hand a sniper rifle.
As he was in, the others blocked the door.
“Okay, is everybody here?” Alice Cooper looked in the round and wiped
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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