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
Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 6“Told you,” I squeezed my eyes shut and flinched. “Ok, um, how bout we trade supplies. It’s better than Emily’s ‘smart’ plan of stealing.”Not Dead Enough to Stay Down Chapter 6 by TessaTurtle
“Fair enough!” the boy put the gun down and smiled at us. “I’m Michael.”
“I’m Rose and this is Emily,” I said awkwardly to him. All the boys at my high school were shorter than me; somehow all of those boys were less than 5”11, so meeting a person of the male gender who was actually an inch or two taller than me was weird.
“Those are very pretty names,” he winked at us.
“Excuse me?” Emily gave me the WTF look as she back away a little.
“Let’s see… We have 5 bottles of water each, some canned soup, canned meat, eeww canned asparagus, a few bottles of Pepsi Max, and some candy bars,” I finished looking through our packs and shrugged at him.
“How many candy bars exactly?” Michael’s comp
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my motherDeath isn't a fresh perspective by Tangled-Tales
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.