The World After: Chapter One
You decide to drive to the hospital. It has more supplies and can probably help your daughter survive the massive blood detriment that has occurred to her. You lay Juliet in the backseat of your car and back out of the gravel driveway. You're already low on gas, so hopefully you can make it Downtown. You think Downtown is probably safe from whatever happened here in the rural area of Houston.
As you drive through the beaten road, you being to notice the massive destruction in your neighborhood. The longer you drive, the more people you see outside. Are they people...they seem pretty...pale. And dead. They have the same look as the man who was attacking your daughter.
You start to here a moan come from the backseat. Then another. Then another even louder. You look into your dirty back mirror and notice that your once unconscious daughter is now sitting straight up staring at you.
Without hesitation, she leaps forward at you as you slam your truck into another broken down car. You grab your shotgun and sprint out of your truck. You daughter comes right after you.
You look back, aim your gun at your undead daughter, and start to cry. Tear after tear pound into the ground. You place your crooked finger onto the trigger.
BOOM.
You didn't pull the Trigger.
As you drive through the beaten road, you being to notice the massive destruction in your neighborhood. The longer you drive, the more people you see outside. Are they people...they seem pretty...pale. And dead. They have the same look as the man who was attacking your daughter.
You start to here a moan come from the backseat. Then another. Then another even louder. You look into your dirty back mirror and notice that your once unconscious daughter is now sitting straight up staring at you.
Without hesitation, she leaps forward at you as you slam your truck into another broken down car. You grab your shotgun and sprint out of your truck. You daughter comes right after you.
You look back, aim your gun at your undead daughter, and start to cry. Tear after tear pound into the ground. You place your crooked finger onto the trigger.
BOOM.
You didn't pull the Trigger.