I stood at the grave and just stared at the blood on the floor. This would eventually just turn on us. Death everywhere. We're being chased by dead people, people in our group have been killed by those monsters, and now one of us has even taken their own life. I was sick of feeling stuff. I ran back to my cabin, grabbed my magnum, deagle and sniper, and decided to go for a walk. I saw a horde of mutated zombies tearing the flesh off of a moose. They had gotten faster, fast enough to catch quick animals now. I didn't bother hiding myself. It would only ruin the fun. I got out my two hand guns out and waited for them to notice me. I cleared my throat just loud enough for them to hear, and they turned around. Even though they had just eaten, they still had a look of pure hunger about them. All they did was eat. They all charged at once, arms out behind them, mouths open before them, in my general direction. I counted beneath my breath, unmoving, as they quickly got closer.
1.. 2.. 3.
I opened fire. All 6 of them dropped dead and thick gloopy purple blood flowed from their heads.
A smile spread across my face.
1.. 2.. 3.
I opened fire. All 6 of them dropped dead and thick gloopy purple blood flowed from their heads.
A smile spread across my face.
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