Friday, 16 March 2012

Just a little Story I worte, you might want to read it note for note

Be Happy! Don't worry, be happy now. Anyway, I have desided that i should put something here, so I will.
More stuff to come

Dan jumped of the bus, hit the ground with his palms, rolled in an attempt to slow himself down, and ended up sprawled on the middle of the road. The bus swerved and hit a shop. Dan pulled out his gun and aimed it at the bus, trying to stop his hand from trembling. And then finally, something climbed out of the broken windscreen. It used to be a person. But now it was just a dead thing, fuelled by the need to kill. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? All he wanted was to be alone. He fired the handgun three times. Only one found its mark. The bullet buried itself in the things brain, but it didn’t need a brain. The thing stumbled forward.
God, he hated zombies
It stumbled towards him. The huge piece of glass in its leg slowed it down. Dan considered running. He might make it. The thing was big, but slow and stupid. But zombies weren’t known for giving up. They were known for tearing apart their victims. Dan made a decision. He ran... towards the zombie. He attempted a roundhouse kick, but instead of the thing falling, deafened, it grabbed his leg and pulled him over. If Dan had been a fighter, he could have kept his balance. But he wasn’t a fighter. He was a weakling, wanted dead for pathetic reasons.
“Please,” he whispered, as it leant over him. “Don’t.”
It grinned, a rotten grin. It was properly told to do that. After it was finished grinning, it reached down with both hands, and crushed Dan’s head.