The Zombie Chronicles by DastarlosChaptersChapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 1Chapter 5Chapter 2I placed my left forearm on the neck on the zombie and swing my right hand and smash its jaw. I grabbed it's rotten face and slam it into the street. I beat it's head on the ground, blood splattering on my t-shirt and jeans. I beat him till he died, I stood up and picked up my ax, and looked around the dead city. I wanted out of this city of death. My head swirled with thoughts, the biggest one was what felt like the only way out, Suicide. No, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, no zombies. I heard a faint crackle sound and a image flashed in front of my eyes, a burning hotel, some of the darkened glass broken. I felt a odd feeling, I felt adrenaline flow through my body, my eyes shifted left and right, I felt the warm lick of breath on my back and I spun around and swung my ax. I miss the small figure of a human. "NNAH!" she screamed, and jumped back, "Watch where you swing that thing, faggot!" she yelled at me in a western accent. "Sorry," I say, shyly, scratching the back of my soft, brown hair. Its sunset, time to sleep. she pulls a lantern out of her old, tan knapsack and lit it. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I woke up at what looked like 12am and looked at the sky then turned on my side to see the girl, not sure her name. I stood up on my still half asleep legs and half walked and half hobbled to her lantern and looked into her knapsack and looked for a weapon, or something, after looking through her knapsack, I found a hatchet and a few batteries for her lantern. I ran from the small camp, with the hatchet and the lantern. I run around the buildings. I came across a zombie, its dark gray eyes filled with a sad hate, its gray skin torn. fight time! Chapter 3I scream a scream of hate and anger, and sprint at the zombie, hatchet ready to swing. I swing the hatchet in its head. It screamed a bloodcurdling scream as blood squirted from the deep wound in it's head, and the zombie flopped to the floor. "Oh god" I say, blood started to make a rather large puddle on the broken street. I slowly walked down the dirty, abandoned street. I felt tired all of a sudden, I fell to the floor with a thump. My vision slightly blurred. Was I falling asleep? No, I didn't close my eyes, my eyelids felt suddenly heavy, I looked at my arm for no reason and a bite mark was on my arm. I tried to fight it. Was death that bad? I ask myself, tears streamed down my tan cheeks from my blue/gray eyes. Everything turned black. I saw memories flash by. My friend talking, just before she died of cancer. Me screaming at god for killing her, and my own sobs filled the room. Me donating all of my money to help cancer research. I started to live life to its fullest. All my memories ended. I felt a dull kick to the side of my torso. I opened my eyes half way, a tall figure stood over my, it was sunrise. I felt a deep feeling I've never felt before, it was a felling of deep horror, happiness, and sadness. The tall figure knelt down on a knee and asked, "who are you?" I looked at her and said, "z-z-Zachary" I shuddered out, "hm, ok, and my names Chloe." Chloe said. "Stand up, useless bag of bones and meat!" Chloe yelled at me, I rolled onto my stomach and placed my hands next to my neck on the street and pushed up to my knees and stood up, my head pounded. I stood up and looked at Chloe, she wore camouflage jeans, and a dark brown tank-top shirt the was to tight and her small stomach showed a gold belly button ring. Her deep blue eyes looked sad and frantic, her long, brown hair, with pink highlights was tied in a pony tail. her breasts where medium in size. I looked down at my clothes, a dirty, bloodstained T-shirt, a pair of jeans with knee pads that looked sewn on with a makeshift needle and brown thread. "Oh, pardon my manors, do you want something to drink?" Chloe asked me, "no thanks," I say, my throat hoarse from god knows what. "Or do you want a fresh steak? made from the best human meat!" She scream at me, I felt her warm breath blow down my face. She let out the scariest, most blood curdling scream I heard. Chloe pulled out a long, bloodstained butcher's knife and knocked me over and sat on top of my slightly large chest and put the knife to my throat, "DO YOU!" she screeched at me, and spit to the side. I wanted to cry, "don't kill me, please," I cried in terror. I tried to push her off, I can't. I felt the knife move from my neck and cress my cheek. I remember when my other friend, Jack, knocked me over and sat on my, screaming would scare him and knock himself off me. Well, here goes nothing, I think I scream a loud, powerful screech, the scared Chloe and she dropped the long knife. My chance, I pick up the knife and in a powerful slash, slit her skinny side, blood dripped at first, then poured onto the street, she flopped into the forming puddle of dark, red sticky blood. I felt the last of my sanity slowly slipping away. I took the knife and stabbed its, pointy, blood soaked tip into Chloe's stomach. This part of my life is over. Chapter 4I laughed hard at the horror I felt just a few seconds ago. I rolled over onto my back and cried in happiness that im still alive. I stood up from the street and looked around. I couldn't find my lantern. Oh, she has a backpack, time to look. I looked in her backpack, a flashlight, batteries, a can of soup, a can opener, and a crowbar. The warm sun rose over the barren wasteland I call home. I watched the sun fully rise into the sky. A soft, tan hand l spun around, another human. No, it was two humans! I felt a lot of my terror release. It was the western girl I stole from, shit! "Oh, and I forgive you for stealing my only weapon and light source at the time!" she yelled at me, a little spit landing on my face. "Sorry," I look at her, her eyes burned holes in my soul. "I've been watching you, from windows, streets, hell, even behind you!" she laughed at me. "Shit, thats creepy," I think. "Ok, uh, thats not creepy at all," I say, looking at her body, fucking perfect. Her cowboy hat placed a dark shadow over her hazel eyes, her blonde hair fell down to just below her firm shoulders. "It is, isnt it!" she screamed a me. The other human jogged next to her, both had small figures, most likely faster then me. "Lets get him," the other female said. Fear flared in my body I dropped the rusty crowbar and backed up to a wall. Facing the two was hard enough, not letting sanity take over was harder. I felt my large fists clench with anger and terror, the vein sticking out like a sore thumb. One walked up and picked me up, I kicked and she threw me onto the wall. I was passing out. A needle was stuck in my arm. The one female looked at my bloody, crumpled mess on the street. Black filled the rims of my vision, my eyes felt heavy. I closed my eyes, welcoming death's cool touch. I felt relief flood into my brain. I was almost dead. I felt horror flood back in my brain again, I was on a wood table. I looked around, a old metal filing cabinet was marked "sharp objects," and "blunt objects." I looked for a exit, none. The figures walked into the room through a door, letting a little light in, more then the small lamp did. Both of then had on a bloody shirt and jeans. I looked around the room. On the left wall their was dead, torn up bodies hanging on rusty metal hooks. I wanted to get the fuck out, the musty air, and aroma of dead people was enough torture. I looked around more, my arms and legs where strapped down. The old leather was weak, I tried to break out, no use. I felt tears of horror drip down my cheek. "It's not nice to fall asleep," one laughed, picking up a FUCKING BLOWTORCH! They both put on aprons, "time to cook," the western one laughed, burning my tennis shoes. the melting rubber burned my feet. I screamed, jerking my arms, breaking the leather straps. I smashed the western girl's hand and gripped her tee-shirt, lifting her off the ground. I looked her in her scared, angry eyes. I let anger get the best of me, and I started choking her, the other female got a hammer from the cabinet and smashed my hand, not breaking it. I dropped the western girl, she gasped for air on the ground, I reached for the cabinet and felt the tray on top it. A knife slipped into my hands, I stabbed with all my force, it hit her heart, she looked at me, sadness filled her eyes. "I'll always love you..." her voice trailed off, she fell to the floor, screaming, I looked at the western girl, she had a sludge hammer. I picked up a scalpel off the tray, and started to cut the leather straps holding me down, she was to close. I threw the scalpel; It bounced off her, only leaving a small cut. I felt the table for more weapons, none. I picked up the tray and threw it at her head, it hit her nose, blood dripped from her nose. She looked at me, kissed my cheek, and aimed the hammer at my head, I closed me eyes, hoping for it to all be over. I realized who they where, the first one was my girlfriend, the second one, her sister. Fuck, I heard a few loud bangs and she fell to the ground with a thud. Chapter 1Oh god, where am I? I open my eyes to see a white padded ceiling, My head ached, and my ears rung. I looked around, I was in a fully padded room. I tried to talk, but all that came out was, "Uhhnm," I sat up and stood up. I walked to the door and tried to open it, no luck, I ran to the back of the large room and got ready to ram into that damn door. I ran, shoulder first into the door, it let out a screech as it swung open, I looked around. It was dark, most lights where off, or broken. "I need a weapon" was my first thought, I looked around. A metal, blood stained iron pipe. I sprinted down the blood splattered hallways of the god forsaken laboratory. I finally found a broken, blood stained glass door outside, I stepped into the bright light of the sun. My eyes hurt like shit, I looked around the dead, ominously beautiful city of what looked like New York City. A soft hand touched my shoulder, I screamed and turned around, It was a woman in a white lab coat stained with blood. Tears gleamed in her soft, pretty blue eyes, she swept her long, dirty, purple and pink hair out of her eyes. "Welcome home, Subject 2334, welcome home," she said. "Names Mara," "and take this, Subject 2334," she said, and handed me the fire ax she was holding, "please, don't miss me, she said, running into a group of fucking zombies! "Remember this, Subject 2334, If you die, we all die!" I felt tears form in my eyes, something I haven't felt since my friend died, god knows how long ago. "Fuck!" I scream, the zombies are running towards me. I ran for my life, but they caught up to me and knocked my onto my back. I looked at what was sure to be my death. Chapter 5I felt adrenalin pump, my skin was clammy, and my ears rung. I looked up at the door, a rather large man stepped inside, and shined a large flashlight around the room, everything was clearer now. The bloody bodies that hung on the long, sharp hooks impaling their stomach. The bodies looked fresh. I felt puke form in my stomach. The god damn smell! I looked at his face, thin lips, greasy brown hair, sincere blue eyes, and a thin goatee. He walked over to the bloody, wooden table and cut the leather straps with a sharp knife and helped me on my feet. I hobbled over to the door, legs aching from god knows what. I got out of the room and looked around the dimly lit hallway. I wanted a light source, hell a glow stick would do! I looked back for the man, but he was next to a hanging dead body, I hobbled back, my large legs aching. I looked at hes large, pudgy face. Tears flowed down his face, like a river, I put my hand on his back, he turned his head to me, and cried, "she was my goddamned sister!" I felt a almost overwhelming sadness fill my body. The large man stood up and moved with surprising grace to the dead girl with the bloody sludge hammer, picked it up, and slammed it on her face. Blood splattered everywhere. He looked at me with blood thirsty eyes filled with hate and sadness, and walked towards me. "Oh come on!" I scream, "how come everyone wants to kill me?!" I screamed with anger, I picked up the discarded flashlight and ran into the hallway, turning the light on, I was gasping and out of breath. He was no where to be found, thank god! I heard heavy breathing, and footsteps. Oh shit, I need to hide! I looked around, a small door was half open, a small mercury lamp burned the far left corner. I scurried into the room, leaving the door ajar. I looked around the room with only the small lamp lighting my sight. I tipped toed to the darkest corner of the room, looked around and closed my eyes. I reopened them to a soft, hard to hear voice. "Come out, I wont hurt you..." His voice trailed off to a mumble. I felt my heart pound, it felt like my heart was doing to break out of my chest at any moment, my only thought was, "don't scream." I breathed quietly. I watched him walk by again. Why was he guarding this door? Shit, he knows im in here! "No, thats just my paranoia, he just happens to be guarding this door," I thought. I needed to get out alive, I looked around the room a little closer. Nothing to use as a effective weapon. I could run for my life, but I have little stamina. "Their you are!' He screamed at me, he kicked the wooden door open and ran towards me. I ran for the door.
Chapter 2I placed my left forearm on the neck on the zombie and swing my right hand and smash its jaw. I grabbed it's rotten face and slam it into the street. I beat it's head on the ground, blood splattering on my t-shirt and jeans. I beat him till he died, I stood up and picked up my ax, and looked around the dead city. I wanted out of this city of death. My head swirled with thoughts, the biggest one was what felt like the only way out, Suicide. No, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, no zombies. I heard a faint crackle sound and a image flashed in front of my eyes, a burning hotel, some of the darkened glass broken. I felt a odd feeling, I felt adrenaline flow through my body, my eyes shifted left and right, I felt the warm lick of breath on my back and I spun around and swung my ax. I miss the small figure of a human. "NNAH!" she screamed, and jumped back, "Watch where you swing that thing, faggot!" she yelled at me in a western accent. "Sorry," I say, shyly, scratching the back of my soft, brown hair. Its sunset, time to sleep. she pulls a lantern out of her old, tan knapsack and lit it. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I woke up at what looked like 12am and looked at the sky then turned on my side to see the girl, not sure her name. I stood up on my still half asleep legs and half walked and half hobbled to her lantern and looked into her knapsack and looked for a weapon, or something, after looking through her knapsack, I found a hatchet and a few batteries for her lantern. I ran from the small camp, with the hatchet and the lantern. I run around the buildings. I came across a zombie, its dark gray eyes filled with a sad hate, its gray skin torn. fight time!
Chapter 3I scream a scream of hate and anger, and sprint at the zombie, hatchet ready to swing. I swing the hatchet in its head. It screamed a bloodcurdling scream as blood squirted from the deep wound in it's head, and the zombie flopped to the floor. "Oh god" I say, blood started to make a rather large puddle on the broken street. I slowly walked down the dirty, abandoned street. I felt tired all of a sudden, I fell to the floor with a thump. My vision slightly blurred. Was I falling asleep? No, I didn't close my eyes, my eyelids felt suddenly heavy, I looked at my arm for no reason and a bite mark was on my arm. I tried to fight it. Was death that bad? I ask myself, tears streamed down my tan cheeks from my blue/gray eyes. Everything turned black. I saw memories flash by. My friend talking, just before she died of cancer. Me screaming at god for killing her, and my own sobs filled the room. Me donating all of my money to help cancer research. I started to live life to its fullest. All my memories ended. I felt a dull kick to the side of my torso. I opened my eyes half way, a tall figure stood over my, it was sunrise. I felt a deep feeling I've never felt before, it was a felling of deep horror, happiness, and sadness. The tall figure knelt down on a knee and asked, "who are you?" I looked at her and said, "z-z-Zachary" I shuddered out, "hm, ok, and my names Chloe." Chloe said. "Stand up, useless bag of bones and meat!" Chloe yelled at me, I rolled onto my stomach and placed my hands next to my neck on the street and pushed up to my knees and stood up, my head pounded. I stood up and looked at Chloe, she wore camouflage jeans, and a dark brown tank-top shirt the was to tight and her small stomach showed a gold belly button ring. Her deep blue eyes looked sad and frantic, her long, brown hair, with pink highlights was tied in a pony tail. her breasts where medium in size. I looked down at my clothes, a dirty, bloodstained T-shirt, a pair of jeans with knee pads that looked sewn on with a makeshift needle and brown thread. "Oh, pardon my manors, do you want something to drink?" Chloe asked me, "no thanks," I say, my throat hoarse from god knows what. "Or do you want a fresh steak? made from the best human meat!" She scream at me, I felt her warm breath blow down my face. She let out the scariest, most blood curdling scream I heard. Chloe pulled out a long, bloodstained butcher's knife and knocked me over and sat on top of my slightly large chest and put the knife to my throat, "DO YOU!" she screeched at me, and spit to the side. I wanted to cry, "don't kill me, please," I cried in terror. I tried to push her off, I can't. I felt the knife move from my neck and cress my cheek. I remember when my other friend, Jack, knocked me over and sat on my, screaming would scare him and knock himself off me. Well, here goes nothing, I think I scream a loud, powerful screech, the scared Chloe and she dropped the long knife. My chance, I pick up the knife and in a powerful slash, slit her skinny side, blood dripped at first, then poured onto the street, she flopped into the forming puddle of dark, red sticky blood. I felt the last of my sanity slowly slipping away. I took the knife and stabbed its, pointy, blood soaked tip into Chloe's stomach. This part of my life is over.
Chapter 4I laughed hard at the horror I felt just a few seconds ago. I rolled over onto my back and cried in happiness that im still alive. I stood up from the street and looked around. I couldn't find my lantern. Oh, she has a backpack, time to look. I looked in her backpack, a flashlight, batteries, a can of soup, a can opener, and a crowbar. The warm sun rose over the barren wasteland I call home. I watched the sun fully rise into the sky. A soft, tan hand l spun around, another human. No, it was two humans! I felt a lot of my terror release. It was the western girl I stole from, shit! "Oh, and I forgive you for stealing my only weapon and light source at the time!" she yelled at me, a little spit landing on my face. "Sorry," I look at her, her eyes burned holes in my soul. "I've been watching you, from windows, streets, hell, even behind you!" she laughed at me. "Shit, thats creepy," I think. "Ok, uh, thats not creepy at all," I say, looking at her body, fucking perfect. Her cowboy hat placed a dark shadow over her hazel eyes, her blonde hair fell down to just below her firm shoulders. "It is, isnt it!" she screamed a me. The other human jogged next to her, both had small figures, most likely faster then me. "Lets get him," the other female said. Fear flared in my body I dropped the rusty crowbar and backed up to a wall. Facing the two was hard enough, not letting sanity take over was harder. I felt my large fists clench with anger and terror, the vein sticking out like a sore thumb. One walked up and picked me up, I kicked and she threw me onto the wall. I was passing out. A needle was stuck in my arm. The one female looked at my bloody, crumpled mess on the street. Black filled the rims of my vision, my eyes felt heavy. I closed my eyes, welcoming death's cool touch. I felt relief flood into my brain. I was almost dead. I felt horror flood back in my brain again, I was on a wood table. I looked around, a old metal filing cabinet was marked "sharp objects," and "blunt objects." I looked for a exit, none. The figures walked into the room through a door, letting a little light in, more then the small lamp did. Both of then had on a bloody shirt and jeans. I looked around the room. On the left wall their was dead, torn up bodies hanging on rusty metal hooks. I wanted to get the fuck out, the musty air, and aroma of dead people was enough torture. I looked around more, my arms and legs where strapped down. The old leather was weak, I tried to break out, no use. I felt tears of horror drip down my cheek. "It's not nice to fall asleep," one laughed, picking up a FUCKING BLOWTORCH! They both put on aprons, "time to cook," the western one laughed, burning my tennis shoes. the melting rubber burned my feet. I screamed, jerking my arms, breaking the leather straps. I smashed the western girl's hand and gripped her tee-shirt, lifting her off the ground. I looked her in her scared, angry eyes. I let anger get the best of me, and I started choking her, the other female got a hammer from the cabinet and smashed my hand, not breaking it. I dropped the western girl, she gasped for air on the ground, I reached for the cabinet and felt the tray on top it. A knife slipped into my hands, I stabbed with all my force, it hit her heart, she looked at me, sadness filled her eyes. "I'll always love you..." her voice trailed off, she fell to the floor, screaming, I looked at the western girl, she had a sludge hammer. I picked up a scalpel off the tray, and started to cut the leather straps holding me down, she was to close. I threw the scalpel; It bounced off her, only leaving a small cut. I felt the table for more weapons, none. I picked up the tray and threw it at her head, it hit her nose, blood dripped from her nose. She looked at me, kissed my cheek, and aimed the hammer at my head, I closed me eyes, hoping for it to all be over. I realized who they where, the first one was my girlfriend, the second one, her sister. Fuck, I heard a few loud bangs and she fell to the ground with a thud.
Chapter 1Oh god, where am I? I open my eyes to see a white padded ceiling, My head ached, and my ears rung. I looked around, I was in a fully padded room. I tried to talk, but all that came out was, "Uhhnm," I sat up and stood up. I walked to the door and tried to open it, no luck, I ran to the back of the large room and got ready to ram into that damn door. I ran, shoulder first into the door, it let out a screech as it swung open, I looked around. It was dark, most lights where off, or broken. "I need a weapon" was my first thought, I looked around. A metal, blood stained iron pipe. I sprinted down the blood splattered hallways of the god forsaken laboratory. I finally found a broken, blood stained glass door outside, I stepped into the bright light of the sun. My eyes hurt like shit, I looked around the dead, ominously beautiful city of what looked like New York City. A soft hand touched my shoulder, I screamed and turned around, It was a woman in a white lab coat stained with blood. Tears gleamed in her soft, pretty blue eyes, she swept her long, dirty, purple and pink hair out of her eyes. "Welcome home, Subject 2334, welcome home," she said. "Names Mara," "and take this, Subject 2334," she said, and handed me the fire ax she was holding, "please, don't miss me, she said, running into a group of fucking zombies! "Remember this, Subject 2334, If you die, we all die!" I felt tears form in my eyes, something I haven't felt since my friend died, god knows how long ago. "Fuck!" I scream, the zombies are running towards me. I ran for my life, but they caught up to me and knocked my onto my back. I looked at what was sure to be my death.
Chapter 5I felt adrenalin pump, my skin was clammy, and my ears rung. I looked up at the door, a rather large man stepped inside, and shined a large flashlight around the room, everything was clearer now. The bloody bodies that hung on the long, sharp hooks impaling their stomach. The bodies looked fresh. I felt puke form in my stomach. The god damn smell! I looked at his face, thin lips, greasy brown hair, sincere blue eyes, and a thin goatee. He walked over to the bloody, wooden table and cut the leather straps with a sharp knife and helped me on my feet. I hobbled over to the door, legs aching from god knows what. I got out of the room and looked around the dimly lit hallway. I wanted a light source, hell a glow stick would do! I looked back for the man, but he was next to a hanging dead body, I hobbled back, my large legs aching. I looked at hes large, pudgy face. Tears flowed down his face, like a river, I put my hand on his back, he turned his head to me, and cried, "she was my goddamned sister!" I felt a almost overwhelming sadness fill my body. The large man stood up and moved with surprising grace to the dead girl with the bloody sludge hammer, picked it up, and slammed it on her face. Blood splattered everywhere. He looked at me with blood thirsty eyes filled with hate and sadness, and walked towards me. "Oh come on!" I scream, "how come everyone wants to kill me?!" I screamed with anger, I picked up the discarded flashlight and ran into the hallway, turning the light on, I was gasping and out of breath. He was no where to be found, thank god! I heard heavy breathing, and footsteps. Oh shit, I need to hide! I looked around, a small door was half open, a small mercury lamp burned the far left corner. I scurried into the room, leaving the door ajar. I looked around the room with only the small lamp lighting my sight. I tipped toed to the darkest corner of the room, looked around and closed my eyes. I reopened them to a soft, hard to hear voice. "Come out, I wont hurt you..." His voice trailed off to a mumble. I felt my heart pound, it felt like my heart was doing to break out of my chest at any moment, my only thought was, "don't scream." I breathed quietly. I watched him walk by again. Why was he guarding this door? Shit, he knows im in here! "No, thats just my paranoia, he just happens to be guarding this door," I thought. I needed to get out alive, I looked around the room a little closer. Nothing to use as a effective weapon. I could run for my life, but I have little stamina. "Their you are!' He screamed at me, he kicked the wooden door open and ran towards me. I ran for the door.
