Days With The Undead (Book 1) by Julianne Snow Page A
Authors: Julianne Snow
Tags: Zombies
Ads: Link
encounter with the Undead chipmunks, but we knew that those children did not.
Our collective mind made up, Bob started to slow the truck down by applying the brake. Through the back window I could see the ravenous horde getting closer. It was a stunningly terrifying sight to see the solid, teeming mass of bloodied fur almost float toward us.
And then, we were still, the car having come to a complete stop.
We all unsheathed our hunting knives, getting ready for the moment that we would have to fight. Knowing in our minds that one bite would be enough to infect us.
Enough to turn one of us into one of them.
Within a few seconds, we could hear the sounds of tiny nails on the car, not unlike the sound of nails on a chalkboard. It started to get darker in the car as the swarm covered us. Through the windows you could see their little undead faces pressed up hard against the glass. Their beady little white eyes boring into you. It was truly terrifying, those moments where we stared into the faces of hell.
And then as quickly as they were upon us, they moved on. Bob had left the motor running on the truck effectively sealing off most of the engine cavity from them. That was probably what saved us, to be perfectly honest.
Or perhaps it was the fact that the bus had stopped just to the east of the intersection in order to let a little girl with blonde pigtails disembark.
The horde in its entirety was now moving toward that school bus and that little girl. All we could do was watch in absolute horror as the young girl noticed the swarm coming toward her. For a moment she was still, but then she realized what was coming at her was not a good thing. We watched those little pigtails flying out behind her as her too-big backpack shifted on her back as she ran. Ran for her young life.
The mass of undead chipmunks split. Some chased the girl, and the others aimed for the bus loaded with prey. The young girl was knocked down by the force of them climbing on her small frame; her terrified screams a warning signal to the driver of the bus who stopped to see what had happened.
Each of us willed the bus to start moving again but we knew that they were all going to die; the bus with all of its open windows became a feeding ground for them. The sound was terrible, heartbreaking, and sickening. Not wanting to watch any further, Bob accelerated hard and blew through the intersection.
We just drove. Further and further away. The sounds of the day relentlessly haunting us.
We had no idea that the infection could jump species. It was something that we had never even considered. How do you protect yourself against an Undead animal world? The discovery terrified us to the core of our very beings.
The game definitely changed at that point. It’s time for everyone to wake up and get moving before it’s too late. There will be no sleep for us again tonight. Not with this hanging over our heads.
Please pray for survival…
Day 10:
Reports have flooded the local affiliate news station about a bus of school children that had been attacked by some unknown assailant and had turned around to commit acts of unspeakable violence themselves. No one seems to have heard of the situation just to the north of them so no one is making any kind of connection.
I find it very odd that the news of the Undead has not reached this far south. Could the people of the United States be even more clueless than those in Canada in this instance?
The local communities are understandably shocked and horrified by what they assume is senseless violence. There are clips of concerned citizens all over the Internet lamenting the degree of violence and their concern for their own children.
No seems to know or understand what it was that committed the acts of atrocity and all of the authorities commented on the extreme mutilated states of the bodies that are continuing to walk around. They cannot believe that anything could survive such violence.
There are also related
Our collective mind made up, Bob started to slow the truck down by applying the brake. Through the back window I could see the ravenous horde getting closer. It was a stunningly terrifying sight to see the solid, teeming mass of bloodied fur almost float toward us.
And then, we were still, the car having come to a complete stop.
We all unsheathed our hunting knives, getting ready for the moment that we would have to fight. Knowing in our minds that one bite would be enough to infect us.
Enough to turn one of us into one of them.
Within a few seconds, we could hear the sounds of tiny nails on the car, not unlike the sound of nails on a chalkboard. It started to get darker in the car as the swarm covered us. Through the windows you could see their little undead faces pressed up hard against the glass. Their beady little white eyes boring into you. It was truly terrifying, those moments where we stared into the faces of hell.
And then as quickly as they were upon us, they moved on. Bob had left the motor running on the truck effectively sealing off most of the engine cavity from them. That was probably what saved us, to be perfectly honest.
Or perhaps it was the fact that the bus had stopped just to the east of the intersection in order to let a little girl with blonde pigtails disembark.
The horde in its entirety was now moving toward that school bus and that little girl. All we could do was watch in absolute horror as the young girl noticed the swarm coming toward her. For a moment she was still, but then she realized what was coming at her was not a good thing. We watched those little pigtails flying out behind her as her too-big backpack shifted on her back as she ran. Ran for her young life.
The mass of undead chipmunks split. Some chased the girl, and the others aimed for the bus loaded with prey. The young girl was knocked down by the force of them climbing on her small frame; her terrified screams a warning signal to the driver of the bus who stopped to see what had happened.
Each of us willed the bus to start moving again but we knew that they were all going to die; the bus with all of its open windows became a feeding ground for them. The sound was terrible, heartbreaking, and sickening. Not wanting to watch any further, Bob accelerated hard and blew through the intersection.
We just drove. Further and further away. The sounds of the day relentlessly haunting us.
We had no idea that the infection could jump species. It was something that we had never even considered. How do you protect yourself against an Undead animal world? The discovery terrified us to the core of our very beings.
The game definitely changed at that point. It’s time for everyone to wake up and get moving before it’s too late. There will be no sleep for us again tonight. Not with this hanging over our heads.
Please pray for survival…
Day 10:
Reports have flooded the local affiliate news station about a bus of school children that had been attacked by some unknown assailant and had turned around to commit acts of unspeakable violence themselves. No one seems to have heard of the situation just to the north of them so no one is making any kind of connection.
I find it very odd that the news of the Undead has not reached this far south. Could the people of the United States be even more clueless than those in Canada in this instance?
The local communities are understandably shocked and horrified by what they assume is senseless violence. There are clips of concerned citizens all over the Internet lamenting the degree of violence and their concern for their own children.
No seems to know or understand what it was that committed the acts of atrocity and all of the authorities commented on the extreme mutilated states of the bodies that are continuing to walk around. They cannot believe that anything could survive such violence.
There are also related
Similar Books
Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50)
William Shakespeare, Homer
