The Zombie Chronicles

I 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.