Author: Archangel Rachel PM
Cole Rosensteel is the only survivor of a Zombie Apocalypse. Or so she thinks. She has dreamed of the day when she would find another living person, but when she does, she's in for the ride of a lifetime. R&RRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Sci-Fi - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,227 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 12-05-12 - id: 3080296
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A/N: Sorry, but this one is short. I wanted to break it up, and this is the second half of the original piece. Don't fret, I will post more if you want me to. But I won't know unless you R&R!
The screams led me to the woods that bordered the road. The evergreen trees were packed close together, making it hard to dodge the trunks and follow the terror- filled wails, but I managed. After running for about a minute, I burst into a clearing. Without pausing to catch my breath, I lifted the shotgun onto my shoulder and racked a shell. Looking down the barrel, I saw a group of zombies, their torn clothes and decaying flesh looking even scarier in the sunlight.
Without waiting for them to notice me, I started firing. The first shot caught a suit clad zombie on the edge of the group in the back. He went down on top of the one in front of him. But not even that had them sitting up and taking notice. I kept firing, taking down zombie after zombie. After I had downed about half the group, they finally started to turn away from the thing they were surrounding and started to shuffle towards me. Their decaying faces were blank as they ambled towards me.
The crack of my gun was loud in my ear as I dropped the last zombie. Taking the gun off of my shoulder, I turned and looked at the thing the zombies were so intent upon.
I barley felt the gun slip from my numb fingers and land in the grass at my feet. I hardly noticed the stench of rotting flesh that was now permeating the fresh morning air. All I could see was what sitting in the middle of the clearing. It wasn't another zombie, it wasn't an animal carcass, it wasn't even dead.
Sitting in the middle of the clearing, was a boy, and he was staring right at me.