Night of the Dead
"I'm Amy, nice to meet you, Miranda," you reply simply and she smiles at you politely before turning her attention back to her father, Mr. Hunter.
"As I...WE were saying-," Mr. Hunter began, but was interupted by the sound of thumping. It was coming from the stairs that you hadn't noticed until now, and you noted the barred door.
"We don't have much time," he said, urgently. He helped you up, and then started to rummage through the many crates around you. He pulled out two handguns, one knife, some ammo and food, and a single rifle. Without a word, he placed one of the handguns in your hands, and the other one along with the knife to Miranda.
"Here's the plan, girls, I'll hold off the "zombies" with my rifle as you get out of here through that door," Mr. Hunter said, and pointed at a door to the left of you,"you get out, get in my truck, and wait. I'll come out and we'll drive to safety,wherever that is,"
"A-Alright," you reply, and you can't seem to hide the tremor in your voice-
-and then the door flew open, to reveal several of your classmates. They looked normal enough at first, but on later inspection you saw that they were too pale, and that they were too limp. But what was the most abnormal was the smell. The smell of the dead. The undead.
"As I...WE were saying-," Mr. Hunter began, but was interupted by the sound of thumping. It was coming from the stairs that you hadn't noticed until now, and you noted the barred door.
"We don't have much time," he said, urgently. He helped you up, and then started to rummage through the many crates around you. He pulled out two handguns, one knife, some ammo and food, and a single rifle. Without a word, he placed one of the handguns in your hands, and the other one along with the knife to Miranda.
"Here's the plan, girls, I'll hold off the "zombies" with my rifle as you get out of here through that door," Mr. Hunter said, and pointed at a door to the left of you,"you get out, get in my truck, and wait. I'll come out and we'll drive to safety,wherever that is,"
"A-Alright," you reply, and you can't seem to hide the tremor in your voice-
-and then the door flew open, to reveal several of your classmates. They looked normal enough at first, but on later inspection you saw that they were too pale, and that they were too limp. But what was the most abnormal was the smell. The smell of the dead. The undead.