The Zombie Chronicles

I 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.