emotion_zombie
Andy didn't see it coming when it happened. He had just gotten home to visit his family. Crashing there was completely ok. It was early in the morning when it happened. He got up to use the bathroom when he saw his mom and dad standing in the living room. He walked to the door way to see a little girl covered in blood, looking down.
"Kid, are you ok? Do you need help?" His dad asked
He got close to her. He put his hand on her shoulder, then she bit him. On the neck. A huge chunk was missing from him. Andy grabbed the girl and threw her against the wall as His mom grabbed something and covered his dad's wound.
Andy, in panic, grabbed a vase and smashed it over the derranged, demon-girl's head.
"Andy, what did you just do?" His mom asked
"What do you mean? She just took a friggin' chunk out of dad!!"
Then he started to move again.
"Oh! Baby!! Are you alright?" His mom was trying to help his father
Then he bit her. His eyes were wrong. His lips were now covered in blood.
His eyes flew open, the memory faded. He was sitting against a wall with a 12-gauge, hammerless, pump action shotgun on his shoulder. He didn't have time for reliving old incidences. This was the zombie apocolypse, and he was the hunter.
Andy didn't see it coming when it happened. He had just gotten home to visit his family. Crashing there was completely ok. It was early in the morning when it happened. He got up to use the bathroom when he saw his mom and dad standing in the living room. He walked to the door way to see a little girl covered in blood, looking down.
"Kid, are you ok? Do you need help?" His dad asked
He got close to her. He put his hand on her shoulder, then she bit him. On the neck. A huge chunk was missing from him. Andy grabbed the girl and threw her against the wall as His mom grabbed something and covered his dad's wound.
Andy, in panic, grabbed a vase and smashed it over the derranged, demon-girl's head.
"Andy, what did you just do?" His mom asked
"What do you mean? She just took a friggin' chunk out of dad!!"
Then he started to move again.
"Oh! Baby!! Are you alright?" His mom was trying to help his father
Then he bit her. His eyes were wrong. His lips were now covered in blood.
His eyes flew open, the memory faded. He was sitting against a wall with a 12-gauge, hammerless, pump action shotgun on his shoulder. He didn't have time for reliving old incidences. This was the zombie apocolypse, and he was the hunter.
