Suzy’s Strange Saga
This is different than the police or the military, these things are mindless, possibly crawling with disease and seemingly without end, you really do need to get out of here!
“Donna, get the hell out of there! These things are gonna overrun the place!” you shout and begin pulling at her arm.
“Wha…Suzy, lemme go! It’s not safe out there!” Donna says attempting to pull away from your grip.
Jimmy Ray is doing his best at blasting the cannibal freaks, but he’s not exactly using the quickest of weapons and those things are definitely picking up their own speed.
“OH MY GOD! SUZY!” Donna exclaims pulling away just in time for one of those things to suddenly lunge upon you which you don’t see due to it jumping on your back and tackling you to the ground.
You hear snarling and gnashing in your ear and somewhere between that, you hear Jimmy Ray yelling at Donna to lock the front door.
The next thing you hear is the crunching sound of teeth going into your flesh. You cry out, but the freak is placing all its weight upon you, preventing you from struggling too much. With your face in the dirt and blood spurting out of your neck you’re not going too far, though when you’re partially hit with buckshot from Jimmy Ray’s shotgun you’re at least put out of your misery from the thing eating you alive.
“Donna, get the hell out of there! These things are gonna overrun the place!” you shout and begin pulling at her arm.
“Wha…Suzy, lemme go! It’s not safe out there!” Donna says attempting to pull away from your grip.
Jimmy Ray is doing his best at blasting the cannibal freaks, but he’s not exactly using the quickest of weapons and those things are definitely picking up their own speed.
“OH MY GOD! SUZY!” Donna exclaims pulling away just in time for one of those things to suddenly lunge upon you which you don’t see due to it jumping on your back and tackling you to the ground.
You hear snarling and gnashing in your ear and somewhere between that, you hear Jimmy Ray yelling at Donna to lock the front door.
The next thing you hear is the crunching sound of teeth going into your flesh. You cry out, but the freak is placing all its weight upon you, preventing you from struggling too much. With your face in the dirt and blood spurting out of your neck you’re not going too far, though when you’re partially hit with buckshot from Jimmy Ray’s shotgun you’re at least put out of your misery from the thing eating you alive.
