No name, yet
Posted: 09 Jan 2012, 06:00
Some story I'm making. Copyright Foop 2011-2012
Prologue
The growling, moaning noises from outside the door resounded loudly, growing in volume quickly. Hera Squirrl rummaged through her basement, trying to find a weapon—some sort of weapon, something to fight off these infectious monstrosities.
The volume of the noise increased steadily still. Hera heard a loud crack, and the noises were louder than before. The door shook with the pressure of the zombies smashing against it. Hera screamed. And that was the last sound she uttered. The door crashed in with an ear-splitting crack, and the creatures spilled in, suffocating her in fear, not even giving her time to scream.
The zombies swarmed the collapsed body. Heart attacks happen many times a day. This certain heart attack was caused by pure, uncontrollable fear. The zombies stumbled away from the body, and started creeping up the stairs. The body lay on the cold cement floor of Hera’s basement, nearly none of the flesh which used to cover the woman’s now exposed bone there anymore.
Minutes later, there was a slight sound from the basement. Possibly a rat, possibly something falling. Under normal circumstances, that is. But at this point, it wasn’t normal circumstances. This was considered an apocalypse situation. This was considered The End of it all, the end of everybody, the end of everything.
This sound was a small growling, moaning noise. One closely associated with the zombies from critically acclaimed movies like Dawn of the Dead, or, more classic, Night of the Living Dead. Hera’s dead body shot up off the floor, sitting up like somebody waking up abruptly from a nightmare. The remaining flesh of the woman’s face had turned a sickly green. The body’s knees bent as it started to stand. The grotesque version of the woman’s corpse stood, and started staggering towards the stairs out of her basement.
And so the town of Rewuny, Oklahoma, the first to fall to the infection, officially had no living population left.
Chapter one will be up soon.
Any name ideas?
Prologue
The growling, moaning noises from outside the door resounded loudly, growing in volume quickly. Hera Squirrl rummaged through her basement, trying to find a weapon—some sort of weapon, something to fight off these infectious monstrosities.
The volume of the noise increased steadily still. Hera heard a loud crack, and the noises were louder than before. The door shook with the pressure of the zombies smashing against it. Hera screamed. And that was the last sound she uttered. The door crashed in with an ear-splitting crack, and the creatures spilled in, suffocating her in fear, not even giving her time to scream.
The zombies swarmed the collapsed body. Heart attacks happen many times a day. This certain heart attack was caused by pure, uncontrollable fear. The zombies stumbled away from the body, and started creeping up the stairs. The body lay on the cold cement floor of Hera’s basement, nearly none of the flesh which used to cover the woman’s now exposed bone there anymore.
Minutes later, there was a slight sound from the basement. Possibly a rat, possibly something falling. Under normal circumstances, that is. But at this point, it wasn’t normal circumstances. This was considered an apocalypse situation. This was considered The End of it all, the end of everybody, the end of everything.
This sound was a small growling, moaning noise. One closely associated with the zombies from critically acclaimed movies like Dawn of the Dead, or, more classic, Night of the Living Dead. Hera’s dead body shot up off the floor, sitting up like somebody waking up abruptly from a nightmare. The remaining flesh of the woman’s face had turned a sickly green. The body’s knees bent as it started to stand. The grotesque version of the woman’s corpse stood, and started staggering towards the stairs out of her basement.
And so the town of Rewuny, Oklahoma, the first to fall to the infection, officially had no living population left.
Chapter one will be up soon.
Any name ideas?
