1. Chapter 1

**Chapter 1**

This small planet, used to be called Planet Earth, I think, not anymore. Not since that special day, well it used to be special until 'it' invaded. This small planet doesn't really have a name now, not since the flesh-eating infected, or zombies, spread across the world killing, and re-awakening most of us. Perfect future this turned out to be for me!

They started by just infecting animals, until one dumb-ass decided to take a closer look to prove to his mates he had guts, which really he didn't, the ironic thing is this happened on Christmas Day, lovely right, but anyway, obviously that stupid guy got infected, so he was rushed to the only doctor in the world that had the cure, and they used all of it curing him, except that healed guy infected the doctor and staff so, nobody knows the cure for this world wide disaster.

The only problem with all of this is that, that guy, the stupid dumb-ass... was me. I know I basically started the death of millions but, it's not as bad as it seems... wait, no it is as bad as it sounds, wow, I really am a dumb-ass?

So I am human again, thank God, except I am all alone. I sort of infected my family, and what you're supposed to do is kill the zombies, but I chickened out and took my dad's car to God-knows where I am now. So, they are running, well not really running, more like a crawl like stagger, somewhere around London... awesome?

So really I am a loner, great? On a brighter note I am Myles, Myles Hardwicke, shaggy brown-haired loser from Southampton. Never had a girlfriend, never kissed a girl, closest I came to kissing a girl was when a horse licked my face? Not really the same thing? I am twenty-five-years-old, born 25th June 1985, obsessed with COD (Call of Duty) and other amazing Xbox, Play Station, iPod, Nintendo and Nintendo WII games, not the favourite child of my parents, or anybody actually. I have, or used to have an older twin brother and sister, James and Sabrina, perfect little brats, but, they are probably rotting in a ditch somewhere now... hopefully for my sake.

Going back to the thing about me starting this whole disaster off, of course when it happened it was all over the news in every country possible, brilliant, but they only had a picture of me, not my name, so as long as people here have bad memories, I should survive a slight bit longer!

So it's been about three months of terror, and I am walking down this empty motorway with a load of abandoned, burnt-out cars, and the odd dead body, human and zombie, every now and then, when I hear an engine grumbling behind me; I turn round shocked to see a black Land Rover racing towards me with a number '3' painted in white on each of the front doors, so I do the obvious thing and hide behind a blue motorbike making sure my Dad's revolver is loaded, even though I am scared breathless, when the Land Rover screeches to a halt in front of me, oh crap!

The black door opened round the other side and a tall, beefy guy walked round, he has a black leather jacket with a grey shirt on under it, he also had dark blue slashed jeans on and snake skin boots, with one of those classical cow-boy hats on. He reached for his aviator sunglasses and put them in his jacket pocket, looking at me with a 'what the heck are you?' kind of look. I saw in his other hand he had a rifle, and in his jean pockets he had a few hand guns, perfect!

"What ya doin here kid? Should ya be home with ya Mommy and Daddy?" he snickered. "I am twenty-five, so I'm not a kid, I'm Myles, I'm trying to get to Arizona, America, apparently there is a safe house there" I mumbled.

"Woo-Hee you kids ah stupid ta-day!"

"Sorry, what?"

"There no such thing as a safe house, just ah pathetic rumour!"

"Where you heading anyway?"

"None ya business, just goin where ever"

"Mind if I tag along?"

"As long as ya keep that whiney mouth of ya's shut"

I nodded, threatened by his very presence. I got in the passenger seat of the black Land Rover and he started the engine, speeding off in to the distance. "Err, what's your name?" I asked. "Thought I told ya to shut up!" "Sorry" I whispered. I looked in the rear view mirror to see even more guns and scary weapons on the back seat, lovely; I am stuck in a car with some crazy looking killer!

The journey was quiet, but every few minutes there would be a zombie or two on the road and the guy didn't hesitate, not once, and ran them straight down, it didn't kill all of them but they had a hard time walking.

I wanted to talk to him, find out more about him, but I was too afraid, so for now I will call him Aviator, as he seems religious about those sunglasses, even though it was very cloudy with no sun to be seen anywhere.

At first Aviator seemed quiet, but after a while he started talking to me, I wasn't allowed to talk still, but I sort of enjoyed listening to him. He had an interesting story to tell.

"I err, am headin to Arizona too, same reason as you, just lookin for some hope" and other things like "lost all ma family to, Mom, Dad, Brother, everyone" and even more "Ya can stay with me as long as ya keep quiet, and do as I tell ya!"

Then he asked me about my past, and I told him all of it, but slightly different, not the bit about me starting all of this off, but the bit about all of my family gone and stuff. He looked like he might cry, he didn't, but I could see that there was more to him than just a bad-ass scary guy.

The journey was quiet after that, He put the radio on but kept turning it off when the dial went fuzzy and irritating. We drove towards Southampton, to the docks looking for an abandoned boat and hopefully a map to make our way to America. I had no idea how to steer a boat, I don't even know which way is North, let alone which way America is? Strangely Aviator and I sort of liked each other, not like homosexually, but as sort of friends. Let's say we enjoyed each other's company, and it was much better to have one another than to be wondering around here alone. I felt safe with Aviator, he seemed to be a gun expert, and he enjoyed killing the zombie things which I guess is lucky for me. Aviator saw me as a handy man I guess, to like help carry his guns and his ridiculous amount of ammunition. Either way I preferred to be the carrier and not the shooter.

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	2. Chapter 2

**Chapter 2**

We stopped at a petrol station, not such a good idea.

Aviator and I walked in, him all confident and fearless and me scared like a little girl, I kept my mouth shut, but I still whimpered a bit every now and then. So we walked in, and there was one of the prettiest girls we had ever seen, absolutely beautiful, she had long blonde curls resting just above her perfectly curved hips, she had big blue eyes staring at us inquisitively, amazing rosy red lips looking so, so kissable, tight blue jean shorts so short that you could see white lacy knickers poking out from under them and she had a very tight white tank top on showing a small black bra on under it with the most perfectly sized and shaped breasts I had ever seen in my life!

She pulled the moist lolly pop out of her mouth with a little pop and walked towards us ever so sexy, shaking her hips like a catwalk model. Mine and Aviator's eyes widened and mouths dropped open at this sight of beauty. "Err... err, can we help y, you hun?" Aviator asked her struggling to talk. "Sure thing, my boyfriend left me here and I am so, so scared... can you boys, sorry I mean men, help me?" She said sounding distressed. Aviator rushed towards her and put his arm around her after clipping his guns on to his belt. "Don worry hun, we'll keep ya safe!" he said enthusiastically.

She looked amazing and seemed amazing too, but something felt wrong, I don't know what but I had a strange feeling in my gut, no idea what so I just ignored it.

Aviator led her to our car and I followed behind like some dog. "So, what's ya name hun?"

"Violet, you?"

"Oh, ya'll don need ta know ma name, but, you can call me Aviator, that's what Myles here calls me anyway, don't ya boy?"

"Err, yeah" I mumbled. I stared at the ground annoyed, I wouldn't have thought, even when we are all probably going to die life can still suck this much for me, awesome.

I had forgotten I had told Aviator that I called him that, he sort off liked it, for my sake.

Aviator was driving like usual, Violet got the seat next to Aviator, of course, in the passenger seat and I was stuck in the back listening to them flirting. Violet would not shut up, about herself mostly.

"So like I said, my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend took me there, saying he would keep me safe, but didn't and left me, miserable git! So I have been there a few days now and just been eating those yummy lollies, but they had mouthwash and stuff there, so don't worry lads, I'm all good! You know my boyfriend, he was a real loser, but you and Myles here seem nice, especially you Aviator!"

Listening to them both was so off-putting, and really disturbing!

A few days later things between Aviator and Violet got worse, for me anyway, Aviator has got me to drive while they are both on the back seats making out; it's horrible, listening to them both! Also Aviator keeps getting annoyed at me because when we drive near to a zombie I stop the car frozen, even though we are in a big Land Rover and I have Aviator for protection, I am still terrified of the things. So he says that he will chuck me at them next time and since he said that I have just sped up past them, I am so freaking terrified of him and zombies, but nothing can beat my phobia and insane fear of, can you guess, freaking clowns. Just the fact that you're supposed to love them and hug them, when they are middle-aged fat guys with lots of face paint on trying to make a living out of something stupid. I have hated them since my Dad dressed up as one for my fourth birthday and chased me round our garden, to him it was hilarious but to me, I am now scared for life, awesome childhood I had!

So I will be lucky if I never see a clown again, and there are one in a million chances a zombie clown with a shot gun is going to come after us, so I think, I mean hope, I am safe.

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	3. Chapter 3

**Chapter 3**

We arrived at the port in Southampton late that night and decided to get some rest in a nearby hotel and leave at dawn, so guess where we stopped at, the Premier Inn, 'everything's premier, except the price', well lucky for us we didn't have to pay, because everyone obviously packed their bags and left, but the bad thing was it wasn't very premier, no staff for obvious reasons. So we went to the really nice suites up top and I had my own room and next door was Aviator and Violet, and I so regretted being next door to them both.

All night they were both at it! They sounded like wild animals, and in the morning when they stopped, finally, they both came in to my room in their underwear to make sure I was awake, I was awake all right at the sight of Violet, small, lacy, red bra slipping down her shoulders and little, lacy, red panties covering barely nothing, and Aviator was just in tight Calvin Klein briefs, lovely sight for first thing in the morning, well some of it was.

Within an hour we were all ready to go, had breakfast, Violet had finished getting dressed, doing her make-up and curling her hair, and then we found just one small, well medium sized boat, there, just the one. Wasn't a big deal until something very unexpected happened?

"Violet, hun, why don you go get on da boat while we get your stuff an our guns on" Aviator said while kissing her on the forehead. "Sure thing babes!" she giggled. She walked down the pier swaying her hips so, so sexy and letting her golden curls dance in the wind... wow.

So Aviator and I picked up one of Violet's massive bags and started trudging along the pier towards the boat when, of course, I tripped pulling the bag, and sadly, Aviator with me. Aviator got up looking angry hoping Violet didn't see that, and I think she didn't, so anyway, "What the hell do ya think ya doing boy!" Aviator shouted, I ignored him when I noticed something shocking, Aviator went on a bit more complaining when I noticed that the bag had ripped open and what had fallen out was quite astonishing! "Aviator shut up for a minute"

"How dare ya!"

"Really, shut up, look"

I pointed to the rip in Violet's bag, what had fallen out were lots and lots of knives and forks and spoons? "What the?" Aviator said. Then we saw the boat started moving, and we weren't on it. "Aviator, the boat!" I screamed. We ran towards it as it sped up getting further and further away. Then we saw Violet up on the deck waving and smiling. The girl tricked us the little!

"The b****!" Aviator screamed. I felt like I was going to cry as that was our last chance of surviving, but I didn't, no way in front of Aviator, he's in a bad enough mood as it is.

Aviator started stomping back down the pier and I automatically followed. He grabbed his hand gun from his back pocket and started 'wasting' bullets by firing at Violet's remaining bags, if Violet is even her real name? At first I didn't think she looked like much of a Violet but after her and Aviator started making out while he was driving and possibly running over zombies the thought sort of escaped me.

I stood there staring at Aviator, he really had a bad case of anger issues, and for my sake it might be a good thing to sort out!

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	4. Chapter 4

**Chapter 4**

It's been a few days and Aviator's 'clever' plan was to stay here till he thought of a better one, and I can't argue with that, I am just as stumped as him. Another thing is, he is pretty torn up about her. She really upset him, and he really loved her, I think, but oh well, I just got to hope he gets over her, then again I can't really say much, I would be heartbroken.

Days later our luck turned around, surprisingly, a guy named David arrived with his boat and said he was just trying to find somewhere safe to stay, and we told him about the place in Arizona and he said he would take us there, except the morning we were all going to head over there he turned in to a zombie so Aviator shot him, said it was good anger management for him, I wasn't going to complain at this point, I was just happy we have a boat.

It was a power boat, and luckily for us had a full tank of gas and a few extra tanks full of gas. Aviator was thrilled, lucky for me, and he knew roughly how to drive the boat. I think our luck is finally starting to look up!

"Aviator, can I ask you a question?"

"What ever I say you're gonna still ask me so, what is it?"

"What is your real name?"

"Why do you care?"

"I dunno, just want to know"

"I'm not tellin ya!"

"But why?"

"Stop whinin boy!"

"I won't unless you tell me"

"You really wanna go there Myles?"

"Err... no" I muttered. Aviator can be a lot more intimidating when he's annoyed.

med to know where he was going so I just followed and did what he said, I was like a lap dog to him?

We then crossed over Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi with a stolen car and more guns found on the way. America so far didn't seem much different to England, still a Ghost Country with a couple of obese zombies passing by every hour, Aviator loved every minute of it, weird but I didn't care.

We then crossed over Arkansas and Oklahoma in to Texas where we stopped off at a mini-market to find something utterly horrible.

"What tha hell are ya doin here!" Aviator shouted at her. He charged towards her and she stood in her four inch high heeled black boots sucking a lolly pop.

It was Violet, sadly. But she had another girl with her, well not girl, woman really, looked not much older than me and Violet. "Violet, calm down, you will scare the poor boys" she said in an angel voice. This girl, woman, looked 100% amazing in every way. She had dark brown curls resting on her shoulders, deep blue eyes that twinkled in the dim lights, perfectly rosy pink lips that looked too delicate to touch, pretty good cleavage and fantastic legs!

Aviator stopped to look at the woman standing behind Violet holding her arm in a friendly way. "Who are you?" Aviator shouted. "Sorry, I am Elizabeth, or you can call me Lizzie, I don't mind" she said in a beautiful English accent.

"How'd your two meet then?" Aviator, still furious to see Violet. "Lizzie here was living in New York, and I just stopped off there to do a little bit of shopping".

"Shat up!" Aviator screamed, "You stole my", "Our" I interrupted, "Stole our freakin boat ya little", "I advise you stop right there Sir" Elizabeth said walking towards us.

Violet followed Elizabeth, both of them walking completely different, Violet was like a catwalk model and Elizabeth was graceful and steady, like an angel. "So what are you both doing here then?" I asked hesitantly.

"Oh, Violet and I are going to Arizona. Violet has told me a lot about both of you, you must be Myles, am I right?" "Yes", "Oh good, and you are Hector or Aviator from what I have heard".

Oh my God, he is called Hector, no wonder he didn't tell me, a name like Hector defiantly does not suit the bad-ass image Aviator, I mean Hector, has created.

I sniggered, "Don't ya dare boy!" Aviator turned to me, his cheeks as bright as Violet's excessive amount of lipstick. I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself, as hard as it was, I would rather keep my tongue and be quiet!

"Well, Violet and I were just about to leave, you gentlemen are both welcome to join us, if you would like?" "What!" Hector and Violet both shouted together, "Sure" I said, all dreamy, I think I have just died and gone to heaven, actually that saying probably isn't a good one to use any more?

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	5. Chapter 5

**Chapter 5**

We arrived in South Carolina, Aviator seemed to know where he was going so I just followed and did what he said, I was like a lap dog to him?

We then crossed over Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi with a stolen car and more guns found on the way. America so far didn't seem much different to England, still a Ghost Country with a couple of obese zombies passing by every hour, Aviator loved every minute of it, weird but I didn't care.

We then crossed over Arkansas and Oklahoma in to Texas where we stopped off at a mini-market to find something utterly horrible.

"What tha hell are ya doin here!" Aviator shouted at her. He charged towards her and she stood in her four inch high heeled black boots sucking a lolly pop.

It was Violet, sadly. But she had another girl with her, well not girl, woman really, looked not much older than me and Violet. "Violet, calm down, you will scare the poor boys" she said in an angel voice. This girl, woman, looked 100% amazing in every way. She had dark brown curls resting on her shoulders, deep blue eyes that twinkled in the dim lights, perfectly rosy pink lips that looked too delicate to touch, pretty good cleavage and fantastic legs!

Aviator stopped to look at the woman standing behind Violet holding her arm in a friendly way. "Who are you?" Aviator shouted. "Sorry, I am Elizabeth, or you can call me Lizzie, I don't mind" she said in a beautiful English accent.

"How'd your two meet then?" Aviator, still furious to see Violet. "Lizzie here was living in New York, and I just stopped off there to do a little bit of shopping".

"Shat up!" Aviator screamed, "You stole my", "Our" I interrupted, "Stole our freakin boat ya little", "I advise you stop right there Sir" Elizabeth said walking towards us.

Violet followed Elizabeth, both of them walking completely different, Violet was like a catwalk model and Elizabeth was graceful and steady, like an angel. "So what are you both doing here then?" I asked hesitantly.

"Oh, Violet and I are going to Arizona. Violet has told me a lot about both of you, you must be Myles, am I right?" "Yes", "Oh good, and you are Hector or Aviator from what I have heard".

Oh my God, he is called Hector, no wonder he didn't tell me, a name like Hector defiantly does not suit the bad-ass image Aviator, I mean Hector, has created.

I sniggered, "Don't ya dare boy!" Aviator turned to me, his cheeks as bright as Violet's excessive amount of lipstick. I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself, as hard as it was, I would rather keep my tongue and be quiet!

"Well, Violet and I were just about to leave, you gentlemen are both welcome to join us, if you would like?" "What!" Hector and Violet both shouted together, "Sure" I said, all dreamy, I think I have just died and gone to heaven, actually that saying probably isn't a good one to use any more?

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	6. Chapter 6

**Chapter 6**

Violet drove in a magnificent yellow Porsche 911 Turbo, I know because I have always wanted one. I was in the passenger seat next to her, mostly admiring her grace, and Violet and Hector sat crossed armed in the back seats constantly arguing like a couple of toddlers. Every five minutes a new argument would begin and Elizabeth would then join in, mostly telling them both to shut it, but I wasn't paying attention to anything, I was lost in a world of Elizabeth.

Soon the children (Violet and Hector) fell asleep and I knew this was my chance to talk to Elizabeth.

"So, Elizabeth right?"

"Or Lizzie"

"Okay... Lizzie, where in England are you from?"

"London, my father owns a house and several acres near there"

"Wow, and your Mum?"

"My Mother died when I was young, my Aunt, her Sister, raised me to the age of twelve when I could look after myself, mostly because she couldn't have a child of her own and my Father was away on business... what about you?"

"Lived in Southampton in an apartment by myself"

"That sounds lovely"

"What do you mean lovely?"

"Well, my father is Clive Flynn, I am sure you have heard of him in the media, but he has always expected a lot from me and also expects I live a certain lifestyle, his idea of heaven, and my idea of hell"

"Your father is Clive Flynn... The Clive Flynn?"

"Yes, I am his daughter Elizabeth Flynn, and my mother was Rosa Flynn"

"Wow!"

"Don't sound so surprised, he is probably rotting in some ditch in God knows where now"

"What?"

"My Father was horrible, after my Aunt moved out when I was twelve, he would beat me when I couldn't live up to his standards, that's why I moved out as soon as I was eighteen, and now I live, or used to live, in New York as a fashion designer, except I use the name 'Rosa' instead... that's probably why you did not recognise me straight away"

"Yeah, that makes sense"

"Good"

I didn't know what to say, if it was James I was talking to he would say man-up and ask her out on a date, but I have no experience in this area.

"Elizabeth?"

"Yes Myles?"

"You look really pretty", Oh My God, I am a complete Muppet! She will probably order me and Hector out of her fancy car because of such a screw-up I am!

"Why thank you Myles, you are most probably the first person to have told me that in a very long time", "Really?"

"Yes... I have... how should I put this... I may not seem like it, but I have an embarrassing phobia"

"Really? You can trust me; I won't laugh if that's what you're thinking!"

"Okay... I have a phobia called... called Aphephobia"

"What's that?"

"It's the fear of being touched, for me it's being touched by the opposite sex, so I am okay with Violet, but with you and Hector, if either of you touched me I would most probably freak out"

Fan-bloody-tastic, the girl of my dreams is scared to even go near me! But then again I am still pretty freaked out about being with her, almost alone. This is going to be a tricky next couple of weeks, if we live that long.

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	7. Chapter 7

**Chapter 7**

We just crossed the border from Texas in to New Mexico, Elizabeth seemed to know where we were going and me, Hector and Violet kept playing musical chairs as Hector and Violet couldn't stay too close to each other for too long. They are both such time wasters.

I spent most of my time admiring Elizabeth and her beauty from a distance, after she told me about her phobia it's been kind of awkward for us both to talk. I feel kind of bad for her, such a lovely young woman is afraid to live her life properly because of a stupid phobia that probably started off because of her crazy-ass dad.

Hector asked that before we go to the safe house that we go to Cliff's Amusement Park while we were in New Mexico and we all thought why not; the safe house hopefully won't be going anywhere.

We arrived at Cliff's early a few days later and it was fun. By then Hector and Violet were sort of together again, not much of a surprise really but me and Elizabeth were happy to see them both happy again. The couple ran off together God knows where in the park leaving me and Elizabeth alone, I knew, again, that if I had any better chance with her then now is the time.

"What would you like to ride first?" I asked her.

"Anything, you choose!"

"Okay, umm, how about the Cliff Hanger over there?"

"Sure".

We walked slowly together, it was a cold morning and Elizabeth was shivering slightly. I didn't know what to do, I didn't want her to be cold and I could give her my coat but then I would be cold, urgh.

I slid my coat off and handed it to her. "It's okay, you don't have to Myles", "No really, it's fine, I am a little hot anyway". No I wasn't, I was freaking freezing. I wanted to snatch my coat off from her but she wouldn't like me a lot after that so I just endured it.

She sat down in the ride seat and I helped her put the bar over her head and clip it in to place. I then did the same for myself in the seat next to her. I threw a stone at the button and I missed, and I threw about eight more before I actually hit the button and we started to move upwards slowly.

When we reached the stop I used every ounce of what I had to not scream, but when the ride rocketed down I couldn't help myself and screamed like a baby, I even grabbed Elizabeth's hand and scrunched my eyes tight shut. I felt so embarrassed when we reached the bottom and we moved up slowly again. "Sorry" I said pulling my hand out of hers.

She smiled with a little giggle, "its okay, I was a little scared too". I smiled too as the redness drained away from my cheeks. Elizabeth held her hand out again and I placed my hand in hers, just as we plummeted down again.

We then rode that ride twice, and then moved on to a ride called Falling Star, then one called Super Fire Ball and The New Mexico Rattler. They were all very scary rides and after a few go's Elizabeth started to scream as well, maybe she faked it or she was a bit scared too. On each ride we held hands.

After I realised that I was holding hands with her even though she had that weird phobia, I then asked her after we got off the Side Winder.

"Elizabeth, how come you were holding my hand, what about that phobia?"

"I don't know, usually when a man touches me I panic and run away, but when you touched my hand, I didn't, I did not feel like running away or screaming... something about you Myles seems to not scare me like the other men did?"

As thrilled as I was with what she said, I was also really happy that she referred to me as a man, which is the first time somebody has ever called me that.

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	8. Chapter 8

**Chapter 8**

After that we went in to the Fun House where we then sadly found Hector and Violet together... in the ball pit... naked? Slightly disturbing, but Elizabeth seemed to have a similar idea. She took me to another room down the hallway from the other two, in to one of those rooms with crazy mirrors that make you either fat or thin, tall or short, I have never liked those mirrors, but Elizabeth thought it was funny.

She closed the door shut and looked at me with a look that says 'I want you', but Elizabeth had her own sexy style of doing it, and I liked it very much.

I was stumped, I didn't know what to do! "Umm, Elizabeth?"

"I thought I told you to call me Lizzie... you bad boy!"

"Err, Lizzie?"

"Yes?"

She walked towards me slowly, unzipping my coat that she was wearing. "W, w, what about your p, phobia?"

"I am not a virgin if that's what you asking?"

"No, but... umm, but your phobia, aren't you worried or something?"

"Oooh, Myles... you have such lovely hair, let me run my fingers through it!"

"Err, sure?"

She slid the coat off and stood by my side hugging my arm while running her delicate fingers through my hair. It felt so nice, like I was having my hair combed with feathers, but I was still confused, and utterly nervous.

"Eliz-... I mean Lizzie sorry, aren't you n, nervous?"

"Myles honey, I think you might be the one to cure my silly little phobia... now that shirt of yours is awfully in the way, I think I can fix that!"

"Umm, okay?"

She turned me round to face her and slid her soft, warm hands under my shirt, stroking my stomach slowly, and then lifted it up and over my head. "Lovely!"

I had to tell her, before this got way out of hand! But I couldn't think of what to say, this was a whole different side of Elizabeth, that I liked, that meant I had to handle it in a much different way.

"Lizzie, there is something I, I have to tell y, you"

"What might that be?" She giggled smiling brightly. She kissed my chest lightly, it sent shivers right through me, making this situation much more harder for me.

Her glossy lips then rose to mine and she kissed my passionately, my body froze, except my lips, they just moved automatically with hers. I loved every second of this, but I was equally scared too!

"I, I, I am, a..."

"A what?"

She lifted her white shirt off, not taking her dazzling blue eyes off of me. My gaze went straight to her breasts. I mean, Oh My God, even though Violet's were much bigger, this was the first time I had seen some in real life, so I was pretty happy either way!

She had a normal looking creamy coloured bra on, and it made her skin look more tanned, even for an Englishwoman.

"Would you like to do the honours?"

I knew exactly what she meant, and I wanted to, but I couldn't move my hands or my eyes which were glued to her. "Y, you can" I muttered.

As she was reaching behind herself to unhook her bra the door burst open. And of course it had to be a zombie, and not just any zombie... A FREAKING CLOWN ZOMBIE!

Life just couldn't be any better for me. It's like I am not supposed to be happy!

Elizabeth turned and screamed as it walked fast towards us. "Oh Crap!" I said as I grabbed her hand and pulled her behind me. Bad idea, I now had no shield from this, this... this thing!

Violet ran in to the door way and screamed, Oh Wow! She was topless, and wow those things must be fake! The zombie clown thing ignored her and came towards me, Elizabeth ran behind a few mirrors and to the door where Violet was standing.

"Where's Hector?" She asked in a rush, "He is... let's say he is a little busy". I really did not need to hear that.

Violet and Elizabeth disappeared leaving me with my worst nightmare! I get so close to finally losing it with the girl of my dreams and a zombie had to ruin it, trust this to happen to me!

A few minutes of running around a room full of crazy mirrors Elizabeth returned with one of Hector's shotguns and fired, but missed and hit a mirror.

"Lizzie, throw it to me, I have a better angle!" I shouted to her. She lobbed it at me and I didn't catch it, I missed it but picked it up before the clown thing got to it.

Violet and Hector arrived in the doorway fully dressed, except Hector had Violet's lipstick all over his face and neck, weird?

"C'mon boy!.. Shoot that Mother Fu!" "Hector!" Elizabeth shot a disappointed glare at him.

"Shoot that damn thing boy!" he then shouted. Would have been nice if he got a gun or some sort of weapon and helped!

I fired the shotgun and missed, just shattering another mirror. I had one bullet left, this is the downside of shotguns, they can only hold two rounds!

"What'd I teach ya boy!" Hector shouted again. I remembered back to the time he told me how to aim properly.

Breath in

Aim

Breath out

Fire!

I did the four steps quicker than I wanted and got the thing right in the head, which exploded all over the mirrors, and of course me!

Yuck! I was covered in zombie inners, awesome!

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	9. Chapter 9

**Chapter 9**

It's been a two months since the little incident. And it's been great, Hector and Violet are married, me and Elizabeth are in love, she has overcome her phobia and I have finally lost it, she found it quite funny actually, not sure if that's a good thing or not?

We got to the safe house last month to find at least a hundred other normal people living there! So we are all safe now, I think things are finally looking up for me now!

Oh and guess what day it was when we got here... Christmas Day!

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Nightmares by danielle4590


Homestead, Florida

**World War Z **fanfiction.

I do not own World War Z, but I hope to be an extra in the movie.

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**Homestead, Florida**

**-The small room has no window, only a few bare pieces of furniture, and the door locks from the outside. When I ask the inhabitant what she thinks about it, she just smirks and turns back to her book. Tanya Kellings is a tall, broad woman; one of the heroes of the Homestead Air Reserve Base, but now she's kept locked in a prison cell in the very base she helped protect. "I don't mind being confined, really. Having walls around me helps remind me that I'm not on the run anymore," she says without emotion. "I don't have to keep saving people's asses from Zack."-**

When the Great Panic came we were unprepared and unaware. My sister and I were just kids; we didn't pay much attention to the news or what was going on outside. My dad was a computer programmer and my mom was a homemaker. None of us ever really liked the news, and we thought that Zack was just a hoax. Something like the old Bonsai Kitten thing except bigger. My sister didn't like to do much of anything except make clothes and dresses for people who would buy them, and I was too into sports to care about what was happening in the world. We had friends outside the family, but when the friends stopped calling I guess we just didn't care. You could say we were a bit socially retarded.

**-She smiles as if at an old joke.-**

We had food; had a house; had solar panels that went on automatically when the power finally went, so what was going on outside didn't bother us at first. I kept running around the block and started working out on my own when people stopped coming to basketball practice, so I was the first one to see them.

**Them?**

Zack. Zombies--the first of 'em. I guess they'd just finished raiding the Thompsons' house. Or eating them, I guess.

They must've heard me coming, because when I jogged by they came busting out of the front door like rabbits squeezing out of a hole. They wasn't fast like rabbits. They were slower than anything I'd ever seen, 'cept maybe my gramma. They walked in a slouch; slow and steady, but when they started moaning it sent a chill through my blood. None of my neighbors came outside; I guess most of 'em musta been gone by then or eaten. Maybe they were bitten and turned into zombies 'emselves. No one ever warned my folks, so when Zack came out I had no idea what was goin' on or what they wanted. But that smell! God, like the time I used a dead fish for my third-grade science experiment, but worse! It was awful.

I kept running; how was I supposed to know they'd follow me? But they did, slow but sure after me. I went twice as far's I normally did afore I figured it was time to go home, and I guess they musta found somethin' else to eat around there, because they never came back to my house.

**-She shrugs.-**

Maybe they were Quislings or something. It would explain why they never followed me home. I heard screaming from down the block; where I came from. I guess maybe whoever it was was eaten by the Zack I'd just brought. When I got home I told my parents and we immediately started boarding up the windows. Well, my mom and sister and I did. My dad couldn't really help much. His diabetes was really bad, and his legs were too painful to walk. The only thing he could do was work the radio, so since he couldn't do anything else he just kept trying to contact people. The rest of us bricked up the windows. Even though my dad was useless, he used to be a fixer-upper guy around the house, so we had plenty of supplies in the garage.

We used the instant cement and the leftover bricks from when we made the back patio to brick up the bigger windows; the sliding glass ones that were too big to put boards in front of, and we mortared up the rest of the windows when we ran out of bricks. We figured we were safe; the only entrance was the front door, and since it opened out we thought Zack couldn't get through. We could be kings of our neighborhood, safe from Zack and anyone else.

When we thought the house was secure, my mom and sister started moving stuff upstairs; food, water, supplies. We had big bottles of water that we used for the bubble-tops. You know, the five-gallon ones that the guy in the truck brings replacements for every month and switches out the empty ones? My mom started filling the empty ones up and taking the full ones upstairs. Ashley was putting curtains on all the windows; we didn't know whether Zack was gonna be gone by the time night came around, but we didn't wanna take any chances. Then Dad got a transmission that finally told us what Zack was, and we all started freaking out since it sounded like they'd taken over south Florida.

I got picked to go out and find my relatives. We had a two story, and my dad's older brother only had a one story, and two of his kids still lived at home, so I figured there was a good place to start. The only weapon I got was a few knives I liked to collect and a pool cue. The guy on the radio said that you could kill them by headshots. I think knowing that I was better armed than anyone else out there.

**-Her fingers clench as if around a long staff, and then she looks at me and flushes.-**

Sorry, sometimes I get caught up in the memory.

**It's okay. Please go on. **

My uncle only lived down the block, but it took me nearly an hour to get there since I was afraid that G was gonna pop up at any second. I freaked out at any little rustle in the grass, and I didn't really know that since the birds were still making noise everything was still relatively safe. It was kinda creepy, walking down the road, since there were no running cars anywhere.

I thought I heard a baby crying off in the distance at one point, but I didn't want to go check it out since I didn't really know if Zack could trick people by making baby noises. I was too paranoid. But it kept me alive. When I got to my uncle's house they almost shot me. They knew what Zack was, but didn't know whether I was one or not. I guess I must've looked pretty frantic, peering in through windows looking for them.

They were all there; my uncle, his wife, the two daughters Tess and Belle that still lived with them, and my other cousin Jan and her husband Rick. They'd gotten married and had kids; a set of twins only a few months ago. Rick's clothes were dark and stained brown. When I asked where Mike and James were, my aunt slapped me.

_She _slapped _me_.

**-Tanya gestures at her face.-**

I ain't a pretty woman. I ain't small, either. And I'm usually pretty damn scary. My aunt was maybe this big.

**-She holds her hand out to indicate a height of about five feet.-**

And she slapped me. She told me not to ask about the kids again, and Jan started crying. Then I asked about the dog, and my aunt calmed down a little. "We had to put her down," she said. "She was barking too much."

I looked out back and saw a freshly-turned pile of earth I hadn't noticed before. That poor dog.

Then I remembered that we had to leave; that my parents were waiting.

We packed up what food and supplies they had, and we left. It took less time to get back to my house than it had to get over there, because we were running half the time. It was going to get dark soon, and I needed to find my gramma before then.

When we got back to the house my aunt and cousin-in-law started in on what windows hadn't been finished, and my mom and Ashley got to rest. Then I went back out to find my gramma.

**-Tanya smiles grimly.-**

Wasn't long before I found her. She was even closer than my aunt and uncle was. She didn't answer when I knocked on the door to her apartment. My uncle's car was out front; I thought they were maybe hiding in the bathroom, hoping Zack wouldn't find them.

I broke down the front door to get in. I didn't know it was gonna attract more of the bastards. I found my gramma locked in the bedroom with my uncle. He was mostly gone by then; the only reason I knew it was him was 'cause of that Snoopy shirt. It was the only thing that hadn't been ripped off.

I had to kill my gramma. It was tough; I loved that old woman, but when she reached for my arm with her mouth held open, I stabbed her with the end of the pool cue. It went right in through her eye socket, and when I jerked it around she dropped. I think I was in shock then. I didn't move for a while, and when I realized it was dark out it was too late. Zack was piling through the door like crazy, moaning, and me with my stupid little pool stick could only stab and stab and stab until it broke. I barricaded myself in the back balcony; you know, the ones with the screen porches?

I thought I was gonna die. Die or become one of them. But I was gonna go down fighting. I waited for them to break the glass open--I didn't think about breaking through the screen in the back. I was a stupid little bitch, so I just waited for them to come in. I looked over once at the bird cage she'd kept out there; the birds were gone, and the only thing left were little splashes of blood in the cage. Poor birds.

The glass was starting to crack when Zack started falling. Someone was hitting them from the back, but they were too focused on me to care. When there were only three left, I broke the glass myself and took them out.

It took a few minutes to realize that my saviors were my cousin Adam and his girlfriend Emily. I hadn't known that Emily could swing anything, let alone a fireman's axe, but half the split skulls on the floor were her kills. The others were from the light sledgehammer Adam had.

We hugged and kissed and then left to get back to my house. The streets were pitch black, and everything was dark without the streetlights. We were spooking at every shadow, and by the time we got back to my house it musta been close to dawn.

But we didn't find a house. Not a fortress. A ruin.

While I'd been off playing hero, Zack showed up en masse and surrounded the house.

My dad was eaten almost immediately. He couldn't move, and by the time enough zombies were killed to get to him, all that was left was a huge bloodstain on the couch.

My mom and my uncle G were now Zack, dead on the floor at my sister's hands. Everyone else was upstairs. They'd destroyed the stairs like the radio broadcast had said, and we were stuck downstairs.

They hauled us up using ropes made out of ripped bedsheets, and when we got upstairs...

Ashley and my cousin Tess got bit.

We had to kill them.

**-Tanya looks haunted, but there is a fierce look in her eyes all the same. Denial?-**

We knew we had to leave. Obviously our "fortress" was nothing of the kind. We had no choice. We loaded all of our food, supplies and weapons into backpacks, brought sturdy clothes and water, flashlights and medication. We knew we weren't going to need blankets in Florida.

Then we headed south. Rick said that there was an old castle there; something called Coral Castle, and that we could easily make it into a better fortress. Something to hold off a siege of zombies. It took us a week to get there; it was sixty miles south, but we didn't really have to worry about Zack. Everyone was heading north, not south, and the southbound freeways were pretty clear. We found a bike store that had been broken into already, and we took what bikes were left. It was only seven of us; there were more than enough bikes.
Giles' Castle wasn't worth shit. It might have been once, but the walls were barely ten feet high, and there were openings everywhere. One of the best gates--a nine-ton block of rock--had been concreted open, and there was no new source of material or the means to move it to finish the damn walls.

But one of the reasons we chose that location was because our backup destination was less than two miles away. Homestead Air Reserve base.

It was abandoned by all but a skeleton crew, all aircraft and most vehicles gone, but supplies were everywhere, and we managed to create walls between several of the main buildings and hangars within a few days. We teamed up with the skeleton crew and were able to make a manageable safehouse. More refugees didn't arrive until three days after we had, and we had to carefully check them for bites and execute those who were bitten.

Then Zack came, and we managed to hold them off for a long time with the stored guns, ammunition, and weapons left in the base. We started letting them through an opening we created in the gates one at a time, then we killed them as they came. When the Army finally came back a few weeks later, we were still going strong and killing zombies.

The refugees coming in were fewer and fewer, and one day they just stopped altogether.

**-After a parting handshake from Tanya, I am allowed out of the cell and am led back to the guards' office. The man on guard duty nods at me once. "Can't be too careful with her, man," he says quietly. I sign next to my name, under the heading of Homestead Air Force Base Prison. Then I look over the charges one last time. TANYA KELLINGS: CONVICTED OF MASS MURDER OF INJURED AND REFUGEE UNITED STATES CITIZENS.-**

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Homestead, Florida by Hiron Otsuki


Zombie guide

Zombie guide

The most important rules ever if you want to survive the zombie take down

rule 1 :be prepared I don't give a dam if you don't think there real because the wise man will be prepared for everything and if they do became reality then who is the guy having his brain eaten hmmm maybe the idiot who doubted me

rule 2:don't be afraid of zombies:zombies have lost there sense of fear so really its not going to help much if your scared of them because they cant be scared of you and if you freeze up near a zombie the zombie is going to nom nom nom on your yummy brain

rule 3:use your head to cut of theirs: really if you just be the dumb ass-hole you have no chance out there. better off just shooting yourself in the head to save yourself from the pain of being eaten. The main advantage for us really is our brain yes zombies eat them but we use them to solve puzzles and other stuff so at least try to keep your brain ok?

rule 4:always keep some melee weapons because what if your walking down the street and you ran out of ammo and guess what your surrounded by zombies what are you going to do use your magical powers to kill them all? (don't use a katanna why because they need training in order to use them and there fucking giant so no katannas)

rule 5:you need tight clothes and short hair main reason your hair could get jammed in the door and bye bye human world hello zombie world also if you have long hair it could block your eyesight a lot so short hair ok? plus with the tight clothes you don't need anything else really

rule 6:use the stairs to get up then destroy the stairs i don't give a fuck what the movie's say there brain functions are limited to hunting eating killing and the other senses so they cant climb

rule 7:get out of a car and onto a bike(if in a city or hugely populated town) why because most likely there will be abandoned cars in the streets blocking your way and a car wont even get through that shit cars are only good for long distances like going to another city or to the country in a local area HELL NO besides cars make noise that attract zombies and bikes make very little ok?

rule 8: keep moving,keep low and stay alert really self explaining

rule 9:no place is safe only safer in the zombie take down no where is really safe and if your town,city,state or country has been taken over by zombies the best place to go is the countryside like near farms or maybe even space if possible(you will need a LOT of supplies)

rule 10:zombies may be gone but the threat lives on if the zombies around the world are gone don't party be alert I mean in the movie 28 days later zombies are gone but those two kids are still infected but there immune except they just carry it so if someone has even a bite just kill them kill everyone on this planet if they even a tiny bit of infection left and burn everything that touched a zombie also kill everything that has rabies or mad cow disease or just don't eat that cow because those two virus's could start the whole zombie takedown all over again

Zombie Attribute and Physical Capabilities.

really this part of the guide tells you what zombies are capable of because if you don't know these then your screwed and I'm going to blow your brains out in the movie's they say some zombies have special powers like they can fly or have super strength yada yada well they don't really they are just like humans excpet for the fact they are dead well duh also however fast a zombie could walk when they were humans shows how fast they can walk when there a zombie so really a zombie cant gain more power than when he or she was a human and because there dead they don't really have any motor skills any more like climbing jumping so always go up as high as you can in a zombie invasion a zombie sight is just as good as a humans and they see as far as we can but for some reason have great night vision so they don't really hunt during the day but they still do try to stay away from dark places as much as possible also the one way they can tell the difference between humans and zombies is through your body movements like humans are so full of like and we are fast and joyful while zombies are stiff kinda creatures not like a robot but still stiff and because they don't use there sight as much as we do there other senses have developed like a blind man having better hearing then normal people it has been said that they can smell alive flesh for then a mile away so try to stay away more than a mile if possible the main advantage they have over us is that they cant feel pain so if you try to hack it in the stomach then thats not going to be any good or amputating the other limbs because they wont need anything in this world but there brain the survive so if you come across a zombie don't hurt it KILL it and thats just shit for us because if we get hurt or stabbed we will cry like shit and cry out in pain and then your screwed so one for zombies zero for humans zombies are only hungry and all they want is to eat your flesh they don't care about sleep,thirst they don't get hot so all they want is your brain of flesh so if the day comes move around as much as possible during the day and stay put during the night a safe spot then go

how to kill a zombie

now we have come to the most important part of this guide so here it is

basically destroying a zombie sounds simple guess what its not it is really hard because the only way to kill a zombie is to blow his brains out and zombies don't require what we do so they don't need anything but there brain a common mistake people make is that you need to set a zombie on fire not really because they fire wont hurt them it will kill them in a set amount of time and since they travel in hoards they will run into other zombies and set them on fire its one things to have a zombie army coming for you but its another to a flaming army of zombies coming towards you so as I mentioned before all they need is there brain so do whatever you can to destroy that brain shoot hack it slice it or hell even bomb his head but you must be careful when using a melee weapon on a zombie because there blood will squirt out and it will infect you so as one of the rules say wear tight clothing no armour just long sleeved shirts and long paints also try to wear a mask if possible or even better a gas paint-ball mask and really being infected defeats the purpose of killing a zombie so once you pawned that sucker by destroying its brain burn the whole zombie to avoid being infected because a virus can survive only for 48 hours after losing its host so don't let another person get infected plus viruses cant stand blazing temperatures and don't touch that zombie with your skin because then your a zombie and I will kill you and also here are a few stuff that I would carry(weapons) I would carry a pistol,a shotgun,a machine gun a few melee weapons like a machete or a baseball bat(metal) or even a knife also carry these tools a crowbar a hammer and a bolt-cutter also you must always carry supplies well duh!

Top 10 Things NOT To Do In A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

A lot of people will do the wrong thing so here is a list of the top ten things not to do

1:Do not follow a crowd really just don't go to the first place you think of because chances are other people will think of this too like gun shops,NO HOSPITALS,a market,a mall,a school really where ever there are more than four to seven people

2:no chainsaws,katannas or flame-throwers why because i already said earlier in the guide why no katannas so look there chainsaws are heavy and need fuel why no flame-throwers because fire and zombies are not a good thing for you because since they cant feel pain they wont even care about the pain until they burn to death so how ever long it takes for them to burn they will come for you like a horny fan girl chasing a hot as superstar

3:don't hesitate to attack,they wont if you think that you can talk your way out a zombie attack then go f yourself a lot of you think that zombies can feel emotions or talk well they cant if you became a zombie and you had feelings would kill anyone or tell them your not evil?.A zombie will kill you whenever they have the chance just like bunnies(I think?)

4:armour does not make you zombie proof: if you have a suit of armour or something because armour is heavy and if you fall over zombies fill go on top of you and they will get through that armour somehow and then your going to be a zombie with armour making it hard for other people to kill you and save humanity so its a lose for everyone

5:Melee weapons may not need reloading but only using them means your just a giant turd in a toilet waiting to be flushed because eventually you will need guns and melee weapons to survive this shit

6:don't rely on vehicles get some running shoes cars are fucking awesome when heading into the country but useless in a city you will need the shoes man trust me

7:don't be alone but don't go with too many like just go with a crowd of 4 to 6 why well everyone would know the more people the more danger your in also if you get a group make sure they all have special talents that they have like one person is amazing with building stuff or some else is a doctor or maybe even a hunter also you will go insane by your self with everyone dyeing around you

8:SHUT THE FUCK UP: I know that sounds like shit but if you talk like little school girls all the time you will attract zombies and you will die simple really

9:don't be scared but don't be a idiot and underestimate them you need to get rid of your fear but if you think that just because there slow and dumb that you will win i mean if you don't know that they cant feel pain you will die I'm so sorry but you will die and i mean in a movie we all want the ass hole to die first

10:THEY HAVE NO RIGHTS if you think that just because they where humans they have rights then go into a hole and die Once someone is a zombie just kill them I would kill my parents if they turned into zombies they would want me to kill them so don't either be a wimp or kill the monsters what will you pick(the wimps will die in a horrible fashion)

thanks for reading this guide I hope to see you in the future when we are running for our lives from zombies but if your a zombie I will kill you no questions asked

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Zombie guide by doctorwho733


Immaculate Snow Fragile Haven

With blind fear she ran through the woods. There was nothing left there for her, but plenty were following, she was sure of it. She wasn t sure how long she had been running. Every nerve in her body was pleading with her to stop, but she was more afraid of the consequences if she were to rest, for even a moment. Well, at least the snow had stopped falling, and the wind had died down a bit. She was sure to run in the direction of immaculate snow. No sign of life (she couldn t help but laugh to herself) was a good sign. Nothing had been this way yet. Thank goodness for the snow , she thought to herself. It was the only alert she needed. They were clumsy, shambling masses to begin with and the snow only slowed them down even more. She had a tendency to let her mind wander, even though in this circumstance, it could be deadly. She knew well enough she had to stay focused if she wanted to live to see the next day. But then what? There was no way of telling when this nightmare might end. If it would ever end. . .

Suddenly, everything went white. Lost in her own thoughts, she was careless and didn t notice the fallen sapling sticking out of the snow. She stumbled over it and had landed face first into the soft white powder. Dazed from the impact, she pushed herself up and for the first time, regretted second guessing the jacket. Then again, when your only shelter from not only the harsh winter, but also from your friends and family and everyone else in town gets breached, the thought of slipping on your parka before making a desperate flee tends to escape the mind.

As she pushed herself up from the frozen ground, a small gasp escaped her. There was a slight smear of red where she had fallen. Her breath quickened as she recalled where the blood had come from. The cold had hazed her memory slightly, but she would never be able to forget the screaming of the loved ones she was unable to save. Shaking off the thought and cold, she shuttered faintly and pushed herself up into a crouching position, ready to get moving again, when suddenly she heard something coming from the direction she had been running in. Frozen this time by fear and not the harsh cold nipping at bare face, she could only stay still and hope whatever was making the noise would go away. She heard the noise she had come to know all to well. The faint moaning and shuffling that haunted her subconscious and denied her sleep for nights at a time. The moaning and shuffling that was followed by clawing and banging. The noises that turned into panic as glass was heard breaking, and led to the desperate cries of her loved ones as she escaped through the attic window. She forced herself back into the present as the stumbling moans grew closer.

She sprung to her feet and began running again in her current direction. Suddenly, she was atop the hill on the edge of the forest. Looking out over the field below, she saw a house. A hunting lodge, perhaps. No place was safe for long, but it was better than nothing. Hopefully there was someone with a taste for something other than flesh hiding inside, someone who could help her. Suddenly, something grazed her forearm. She looked to the left of her in horror as a man sunk his pallid fingers into her pale flesh. He was gripping her feebly, trying to pull her back as she shook him off and screamed. She began to run down the hill as more of the putrid things gathered after her. She had yet again gotten careless, and as she looked at her grazed arm, she realized how close she had come yet again to meeting her fate. A few stumbled down the hill after her, and she noticed a woman stumble and slide down the hill past her. Even with a broken arm, the woman stood up unfazed and tried to climb back up the hill at her.

She was almost at the bottom when she came across a patch of ice and lost her footing. Faltering, she fought to retain balance, but gravity won and she also went tumbling down the rest of the way to the bottom of the hill. She was greeted by the woman with the broken arm, lunging after her. The others were almost at the base of the incline themselves. The girl picked herself up and got her footing, shoving the woman back and made her way to the field. It was good and flat, and she knew she could easily outrun them to the cottage. There were only about four or five chasing after her, so she figured she could handle them once she got inside the lodging.

As she was surefooted and sprinting towards her new shelter, she heard a noise come from under the snow. She stopped dead in her tracks, ignoring the lumbering danger closing in on her. She took another step and heard the horrifying noise again. She felt as a new type of terror crept up on her, as the current ones were creeping as well. As they got closer, the crackling sound grew louder. She now knew the extent of the situation she was literally on thin ice. As the decaying ruins of what were once people drew closer, she decided to make a run for it. As she turned away from them to run, the ground from under her began to give way. She saw an older man with half of his face missing fall through the ice first, and he brought another portly man with deep lacerations on his throat and stomach down with him. Ahead of them were the young man who grabbed her back atop the hill and an apparently middle-aged woman with a severely wounded leg. They continued towards her and she stood as still as she could, hoping the ice under her would hold long enough for the other three corpses to fall into the freezing water. The woman with the broken arm stumbled onto the frozen pond and shambled right into the newly formed trench in the ice. She clawed uselessly at the edge of the ice, trying to pull herself back up, all while staring longingly at the girl.

She looked in horror as the young man shuffled carelessly at her, as the ice could be heard giving way beneath his dead and dragging feet. He slipped on the ice and went crashing down, knocking the middle-aged woman down, and sending her sliding across the brittle pond towards the girl. The soulless shell of a woman tried to get to her feet, but could not gain the proper traction. If she was not stunned into fear, the girl might have even found the whole scene humorous. The two remaining moving bodies where almost pitifully attempting to crawl after her, but were making no head way, due to the slipperiness of the ice. Finally, the woman started to crawl towards her, and the young man somehow got to his feet, only to lose his balance again and fall, crashing through to the deep and dark water. The woman with the broken arm had gotten herself halfway up on the ice miraculously, when suddenly her good arm broke off from her body. It was still clutching desperately onto the surface, as the rest of her splashed back into the depths.

Only the woman and girl were left on the surface of the ice. The girl got on her hands and knees and started to crawl away. She was crying now, for she knew that if the ice didn t give way first, then the woman would catch up to her. And what if the ice did give way first? Were the others below the surface waiting for her? She stopped briefly and stared at the bare ice below her, inches from the cold as death water, knowing that it harbored hell, and was waiting for her. She was startled backwards and fell off balance as the face of the man with lacerations stared up at her through the ice. She could see him clawing away from the other side at her. A few inches of frozen pond were all that were keeping her alive right now.

In her moment of bewilderment, a grip colder than the ice she sat on closed in around her wrist. A scream broke the silence of the early February morning, as the two bodies broke the surface of the girl s fragile haven. She felt the ice give way, just as she felt the cold water rushing in around her and swallow her screams. The hand that gripped her wrist was still colder than the dark water, and the girl knew she was staring death in the face. The assimilated bodies closed in on her as she thought for the last time. The dead know nothing of fear, of the cold. They do not know of the beauty of nature, or the feeling of hope. They know only of hunger. She pitied them, for even though she faced death by their hands, she was able to get lost in her thoughts for the final time. She embraced the cold and the fear, as she saw the light of the surface slowly slip out of reach as they dragged her down into the abyss.

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Immaculate Snow Fragile Haven by Arsenious