We decided to have Timmy open the door. That way, if the undead occupant of the basement was actually at the top of the stairs, we would be, hopefully, able to bring one or both of our weapons to bear. We hoped to push the zombie down the stairwell; and, if we were lucky, that would create the necessary trauma to the brain area to cause permanent death. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few," said Tim stoically with a knowing grin. "Or the one," added Dean. I had no idea what they were talking about. As the door swung out, we lunged into the breach. The stairs before us were empty. We could hear muffled sounds from the kitchen. "Here zombie, zombie, zombie..." Dean called out, mimicking a master calling for his dog. We …show more content…
The zombie flew out and away, then connected with the steps. Bouncing off the step treads, it rolled from back to neck to head as the being flipped down the stairs. We kept our distance, not wanting to rush in, but content to wait and see the outcome of the fall. When the beast came to rest at the bottom of the steps, we could clearly see, by the odd direction his neck bent, that he was going to stay dead this time. Dean fearlessly took the lead once again, his descent slowing as he neared the bottom. Gingerly, he avoided the crumpled heap of the zombie at the base of the stairs., taking great pains to tiptoe around the leg that angled out, blocking the path. As I mirrored his movements, I could clearly see where Dean had shot the now still undead. The bullet had definitely struck it in the head, but it was more a glancing blow, enough to make it drop but obviously not enough to keep it down. We made our way to the kitchen and began rifling through the cupboards, sometimes slipping on the debris the undead had knocked on the floor. We avoided the blood-splattered areas from the zombie’s earlier head wound, searching only the untainted storage areas, not wanting to take any risks with whatever contamination caused this outbreak. Most of the cupboards were empty. The few that held anything at all were mostly pots, pans, paper products and empty plastic
“WayWay!,” Jesse said loud, trying to not shout in case he woke the residents up. He scuttled down the path after his brother, who was determined to knock on this door. Up the rickety porch steps he went, it creaked and crackled under his weight.
I started thinking about a zombie, a pissed-off zombie. Dragging one foot behind him. Keeping to the right. Taking its time. Slowly, surely, stalking its way down Interstate 10.”
James swiftly crawled his way over to Frank; trying to stay low and not attract attention. He immediately saw Frank's crimson boot” I'm not gonna abandon you,” James told Frank” I'll get you to the medics.Frank overwhelmed with pain managed to nod.James slid down the wall preparing to catch Frank when he came down.James threw his arm around Frank's shoulder Frank did the same. They shuffled along the narrow path: step-step, hop, step-step,
When he walked in he saw his cousins, Jason and Tommy, assaulting a man who happened to be the ghost’s son. The son of the man who he unintentionally ran over and killed, about 20 years ago. His cousins looked up and started to walk toward him. Tommy started to fire bullets from his gun and Kyle tried to take cover. He found empty beer bottle on the ground and threw them. Magically, hit both of them. He got up and saw Tommy was knocked out and saw that Jason was on the ground. Kyle picked up Jason and started throwing punches left and right. Once he was finished with him he grabbed the ghosts’ son, Alex Crenshaw, and started dragging him toward the exit and outside. Tommy opened his eyes and saw Kyle walking out. Stumbling to get up, Tommy found his gun and aimed it towards Kyle, to end the feud between them for good. BANG!!!
the stairs once again (he tries a few times to get away from such a
-Mayblum headed back to the office to help a coworker who stayed behind, but could not find him and assumed he perished.
“Crunch, Crunch,” I heard as I walked towards the shiny blue portal. It was dark, hazy, and cold. I heard “grr” behind me get louder and louder. I turned around, I lifted my arms, and pulled the trigger. I couldn’t tell what shooked more, my arms from being scared, or the vibration of the gun. I thought the zombie died and it was all over, until I turned around and three more zombies appeared. I pulled the trigger as fast as a jackhammer but it was no use. Game over.
Leaving the undead tangled in the branches of the downed trees, Dean and I followed the path of the microburst to the top of a ridge. I was amazed at the number of zombies wandering about the woods. They must have been leaving Slippery Rock in search of food. I wondered how many of the residents in hiding were left alive.
I scrambled to my feet, wiping the blurriness of the drugs from my eyes, and catching my balance on one of the metal poles that supported the floor above me-- the first floor, as I was in the basement, judging from the unfinished look of the place. I took a step towards the stairs and found myself on the floor again, courtesy of the metal cuffs connecting the support pole and my ankle.
Slowly, they can hear footsteps creaking through the old wooden floor. George comes out and asks, “What can I do?”
Everyone searched in fear and found a wrench to open the door. But set a trap out of metal cans and loose twine that had been lying on the ground, as soon as they had finished the creaking of the stairs got
They rode the golf cart to the west end of town and then set off some of the explosives. Having detonated the bombs they got every zombie within a five-mile radius headed in their direction and away from the school.
Scarlett found an opening in the mob of creatures and dragged Autumn to safety. They realized there was a room for them to hide in. The twins sprinted to the room and found the boy strapped to a metal chair.
Suddenly, she was on the floor with a knife sticking out of her. Sam stood beside Dean and pulled him to his feet. Dean gave his brother a brief nod of thanks before running to Cas. He kneeled beside the angel, who had landed upright against the wall.
As Aki ran as fast as his legs could carry him there were about 30 zombies chasing him down an alleyway towards a dead end. He swerved around to find an exit before the zombies caught up to him. Aki saw an exit, it was a rusty old ladder attached to a stairway that led up the side of an old building. He thought to himself, This would do for the night and then I'll move towards the rendezvous point in the