released the hair, and Charmaine did
something that was probably going to be done back to her. She bit
deep into the beast’s colourless hand, drawing lifeless blood. She
thought this would work but it angered the monster even more. Not
only was she left with a rotten, maggot taste on her tongue, just like
her cousin, but the crazy attacker was now snatching at her hair
again, gripping even tighter than before. The arm retreated through
the window, dragging Charmaine’s hair with it. There were sharp points of glass still intact around the edges of the hole but even though the monster was cutting its own limb to shreds, it wasn’t letting go of this vociferous human. Charmaine now saw the jagged pieces of glass from an uncomfortable position, aware that she was about to endure terrible pain. As the monster pulled Charmaine’s head through the broken window her right eye punctured on a piece of bloody glass. Dark liquid seeped out, sticking to her cheek. She tried screaming again but nothing came out this time. All she
could do was grit her teeth as glass tore away her facial flesh. Charmaine’s body was sliced to pieces as the creature eventually
tossed her onto the ground. The blood spluttered, draining out of
her torn carcass. It was a miracle she was still breathing, but she
would rather be dead than think about what was to happen next. She lay on the grass, too weak to move after losing so much
blood. Her eye wound still seeped dark juice as it blackened one
side of her face. Thin lines of crimson water streamed down the
shredded patches of her body before dripping onto the green,
carpet-like surface, changing it to red.
The zombie picked up a shattered piece of glass and stood next
to Charmaine’s head. All she could do now was pray for a miracle
to happen, or for a quick execution, as there was no way she wanted
this to go on any longer.
Her mouth filled with blood like a well full of water. It didn’t
matter how many times she spat the liquid out, the gash in her
throat would produce more.
The zombie studied its catch, satisfied with what it’d done. It
then knelt down, almost touching Charmaine’s head with its distorted knees. She tried wriggling her body to escape, her undamaged eye catching the evilness in the monster’s features as the razor sharp weapon was raised. Suddenly, without warning, it came crashing down, spearing into her head. The zombie pushed
the glass until all of it was embedded.
The grass became a river of blood. The life fluid streamed from
her body, but the flow finally stopped after a few more seconds.
EIGHT
Mary Smythe was busy with the daily chores around her house so wasn’t to know what was happening in her garden at this time. The soil covering the grave of Vincent’s dead mother was shifting, developing a hole big enough to push fingers out of the ground. A shady, grotesque looking figure tried releasing itself from the burial place that’d been its home for the last six months. This creature was no angel.
The garden had a twelve foot high fence around it so the only way the neighbours could see this thing rise would be if they were looking out of their bedroom windows; they weren’t. The fencing to the right had an escape route caused by the constant scratching and biting by the next-door neighbour’s dog, Bruno, who liked to bury bones in Vincent’s garden.
Bruno was there at this moment, busy shifting the earth to plant another bone, but the dog stopped as it became aware of this strange, macabre character rolling onto the grass. The animal shuffled along to investigate, sniffing around the emerging figure. It didn’t appear to be frightened by the monster’s appearance. The corpse climbed to its feet, gawping at the dog. The animal’s head turned to one side as the monster pointed an index finger at it. A friendly, whining sound spilled from the mutt as it closed in even more. The creature widened its insect infested mouth and tried speaking to the animal, but no
something that was probably going to be done back to her. She bit
deep into the beast’s colourless hand, drawing lifeless blood. She
thought this would work but it angered the monster even more. Not
only was she left with a rotten, maggot taste on her tongue, just like
her cousin, but the crazy attacker was now snatching at her hair
again, gripping even tighter than before. The arm retreated through
the window, dragging Charmaine’s hair with it. There were sharp points of glass still intact around the edges of the hole but even though the monster was cutting its own limb to shreds, it wasn’t letting go of this vociferous human. Charmaine now saw the jagged pieces of glass from an uncomfortable position, aware that she was about to endure terrible pain. As the monster pulled Charmaine’s head through the broken window her right eye punctured on a piece of bloody glass. Dark liquid seeped out, sticking to her cheek. She tried screaming again but nothing came out this time. All she
could do was grit her teeth as glass tore away her facial flesh. Charmaine’s body was sliced to pieces as the creature eventually
tossed her onto the ground. The blood spluttered, draining out of
her torn carcass. It was a miracle she was still breathing, but she
would rather be dead than think about what was to happen next. She lay on the grass, too weak to move after losing so much
blood. Her eye wound still seeped dark juice as it blackened one
side of her face. Thin lines of crimson water streamed down the
shredded patches of her body before dripping onto the green,
carpet-like surface, changing it to red.
The zombie picked up a shattered piece of glass and stood next
to Charmaine’s head. All she could do now was pray for a miracle
to happen, or for a quick execution, as there was no way she wanted
this to go on any longer.
Her mouth filled with blood like a well full of water. It didn’t
matter how many times she spat the liquid out, the gash in her
throat would produce more.
The zombie studied its catch, satisfied with what it’d done. It
then knelt down, almost touching Charmaine’s head with its distorted knees. She tried wriggling her body to escape, her undamaged eye catching the evilness in the monster’s features as the razor sharp weapon was raised. Suddenly, without warning, it came crashing down, spearing into her head. The zombie pushed
the glass until all of it was embedded.
The grass became a river of blood. The life fluid streamed from
her body, but the flow finally stopped after a few more seconds.
EIGHT
Mary Smythe was busy with the daily chores around her house so wasn’t to know what was happening in her garden at this time. The soil covering the grave of Vincent’s dead mother was shifting, developing a hole big enough to push fingers out of the ground. A shady, grotesque looking figure tried releasing itself from the burial place that’d been its home for the last six months. This creature was no angel.
The garden had a twelve foot high fence around it so the only way the neighbours could see this thing rise would be if they were looking out of their bedroom windows; they weren’t. The fencing to the right had an escape route caused by the constant scratching and biting by the next-door neighbour’s dog, Bruno, who liked to bury bones in Vincent’s garden.
Bruno was there at this moment, busy shifting the earth to plant another bone, but the dog stopped as it became aware of this strange, macabre character rolling onto the grass. The animal shuffled along to investigate, sniffing around the emerging figure. It didn’t appear to be frightened by the monster’s appearance. The corpse climbed to its feet, gawping at the dog. The animal’s head turned to one side as the monster pointed an index finger at it. A friendly, whining sound spilled from the mutt as it closed in even more. The creature widened its insect infested mouth and tried speaking to the animal, but no
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