Dead and Above Judgement Chapter 1I awake to the sound of the bombs. I sit up and listen. Every second there is a “BOOM!” followed by screaming. I grab my P99 pistol and run out my door. When I exit my house I see the town is in chaos, houses on fire and people running everywhere in panic… some with bites. I run for ocean; my mom and dad have always told me to meet them and Claire by the boats if anything bad ever happened.Dead and Above Judgement Chapter 1 by *TessaTurtle
I don’t see anyone at the beach, so I sit in the boat waiting for them to come. I run my fingers through my short blonde hair as I try to tune out the screams emanating from my town. I see my dad emerge alone from the trees. I run up to him, but he doesn’t look happy with me and he thrashes out at me. He’s growling and he pushes me to the ground, trying to bite me. He has blood lust in his eyes as he tries to tear into me.
“Daddy, stop!” I scream as I kick him and try to move away.
I hear the bang of a gunshot and my Dad falls to the right side of me,
Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 8Just as I turned away, the car smashed into a tree. I blacked out, and the last thing I remembered was smoke.Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 8 by *TessaTurtle
I heard some indistinct mumbling as my eyes fluttered open. It looked as if I had been out for hours, because I wasn’t daytime anymore. It was pitch-black; I could barely see 5 feet in front of me. I examined myself, and found a huge cut into my leg and one of my fingers twisted in the wrong direction. I slowly stood up, and tried not to let out a moan of pain in case anything was watching.
“Emily? Mike? Claire? Are any of you guys here?” I slowly limped across the sideways car. “Fuck my leg….”
I found a bit of blood splatter, but no one else at crash site. All of our packs, even mine, were gone. There wasn’t even a blood trail to follow. I was injured, alone, and supply-less in the apocalypse. The only weapons I had were a (thankfully) fully loaded Desert Eagle and a bread knife. And it was a f**king sharp bread knife.
I made my way d
Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 7Emily signaled for us to be quiet, and we dropped to the ground. I heard some crying for the drug store and a scream. On impulse, Mike and I ran in (back to the whole save people thing again). An Asian woman had just bashed a zombies head in, but she was covered in bites.Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 7 by *TessaTurtle
“Oh god,” Mike hurried into a corner and puked a little.
“Please find my son! He’s tall brunette, about that age… Oh GOD NO!” the woman’s description fit the walker she had just put down and she burst out crying.
“Why why oh god why? What did I do? What did he- oh god,” the woman sobbed and sobbed and shot herself in the head.
“NO!” Emily shouted.
I heard the wail of more dead approaching the drug store. I grabbed Emily and ran, with Mike closely behind. We took the shelter of a library. We hid in the back between comic book shelves.
“At least there’s some good reading material,” I could tell Mike was trying to lighten the mood, but i
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide by *MikkiMarie
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
SilenceFlesh ripping, tearing, the ragged masses howl. The taste of the living sustains their rage, their hunger, their disease.
Bullets fly, hundreds die, but more rise again, seeking, wanting, needing for reasons that escape all, especially them.
The world has been silenced, the unliving has swept through your veins, transforming living into un, and all that can be heard in the silence is the bellow of the Earth as she weeps for her children, now quiet sentinels with no motivation, no drive, no purpose.