back. She pushes the knives in the two eater’s head. They fall to the ground as the High Pitched Screamer got up. Forres grabbed something from the counter.
Forres Tanner vs. High Pitch Zombie. Forres couldn’t help but to think as it as a game. A sick game, that is. She narrowed her eyes at the fowl beast. The zombie seemed to be smirking at her.
3… 2… 1… FIGHT!!
On cue, the fowl beast ran at Forres.
And Forres pulled a pan from her back.
Here batta, batta… The fowl beast came closer and closer. Swing!! And Forres swung at the right time with all of her might. The pan came in contact with the beast’s head. Its head snapped back, making a weird cracking noise.
Forres let out a laugh with victory and dropped the pan. Ha, I won! You lose. Ha-ha! HA! She smiled. She grabbed a fairly clean rag and ties her wound up. Forres grabbed a bag of chips and an unopened can of warm root beer from the counter.
Forres goes through the maze of dead bodies and to the kitchen door, laughing in her head. She opens the door. “Holy…,” Forres muttered.
The whole cafeteria was full of zombies: some nurses, some doctors, some patients and some normal people. One of the nurses let out a loud moan and that got the attention of all of the undead there. They all started staggering in towards her. She freaked out and threw the soda and chips at them.
Forres goes back into the kitchen, closing and locking the door. Please God, don’t let me die in this kitchen! She prayed as those things bang on the door and throws themselves against the door. Forres looked around the dirty kitchen and noticed two things:
An air vent was in the corner of the room.
The High Pitched Zombie was gone.
Double tap, Forres. Always double tap. She cautiously started moving to the vent, slowly. “Where is…,“ Forres started but the beast let out a high pitched cry from the fridge. Forres turned to the beast, which was now on top of the fridge. It then jumped on Forres, letting out a scream.
Chapter Four
Day One: March 26 th , 2020; 4:09 pm
Forres had the beast by its neck.
She tried to push the undead thing off of her as the thing snapped at her. “Get off!” Forres said, gritting her teeth. The fowl beast stopped struggling and started drooling. Forres‘s jaw tensed in fear and she made a face as some landed on her cheek. The undead thing struggled again.
Forres’ right hand reached over and searched for something, in pain. Her finger tips touched a handle of a knife. She wrapped her wounded hand around the knife handle and she pulled.
But the knife didn’t move.
She glanced over for a split second. The knife was in the head of the fat cook.
Suddenly a crack came and she glanced over. The door was breaking. All Forres could think was she wasn’t going to make it. She was going to die here and wither from existence. Most of all, she would become one of them and she couldn’t bare that. She didn’t want to eat human flesh or walking around, searching for food. She dreads that the most, searching for food like a raccoon. Plus she wouldn’t win the game. The game she was now determined to win. Oh how much she wants to win and right now, she didn’t want to give up so she didn’t. Out of anger and with her right hand, she balled it and punched the undead thing square in the jaw. The blow was hard enough to knock the thing off of her.
Forres quickly crawled to the cook and tried to pull the knife out his head. The High Pitched Zombie slowly got up. Its jaw was hanging by a thread of flesh. Come on!! Come on! Forres thought. The zombie got closer. Forres put her foot on the cook’s face. His ice cold blood oozes in between her toes. She began to pull harder as her foot pushed down too. An inch from her was the zombie. Forres pulled out the knife, turning and sticking it upward into the
Forres Tanner vs. High Pitch Zombie. Forres couldn’t help but to think as it as a game. A sick game, that is. She narrowed her eyes at the fowl beast. The zombie seemed to be smirking at her.
3… 2… 1… FIGHT!!
On cue, the fowl beast ran at Forres.
And Forres pulled a pan from her back.
Here batta, batta… The fowl beast came closer and closer. Swing!! And Forres swung at the right time with all of her might. The pan came in contact with the beast’s head. Its head snapped back, making a weird cracking noise.
Forres let out a laugh with victory and dropped the pan. Ha, I won! You lose. Ha-ha! HA! She smiled. She grabbed a fairly clean rag and ties her wound up. Forres grabbed a bag of chips and an unopened can of warm root beer from the counter.
Forres goes through the maze of dead bodies and to the kitchen door, laughing in her head. She opens the door. “Holy…,” Forres muttered.
The whole cafeteria was full of zombies: some nurses, some doctors, some patients and some normal people. One of the nurses let out a loud moan and that got the attention of all of the undead there. They all started staggering in towards her. She freaked out and threw the soda and chips at them.
Forres goes back into the kitchen, closing and locking the door. Please God, don’t let me die in this kitchen! She prayed as those things bang on the door and throws themselves against the door. Forres looked around the dirty kitchen and noticed two things:
An air vent was in the corner of the room.
The High Pitched Zombie was gone.
Double tap, Forres. Always double tap. She cautiously started moving to the vent, slowly. “Where is…,“ Forres started but the beast let out a high pitched cry from the fridge. Forres turned to the beast, which was now on top of the fridge. It then jumped on Forres, letting out a scream.
Chapter Four
Day One: March 26 th , 2020; 4:09 pm
Forres had the beast by its neck.
She tried to push the undead thing off of her as the thing snapped at her. “Get off!” Forres said, gritting her teeth. The fowl beast stopped struggling and started drooling. Forres‘s jaw tensed in fear and she made a face as some landed on her cheek. The undead thing struggled again.
Forres’ right hand reached over and searched for something, in pain. Her finger tips touched a handle of a knife. She wrapped her wounded hand around the knife handle and she pulled.
But the knife didn’t move.
She glanced over for a split second. The knife was in the head of the fat cook.
Suddenly a crack came and she glanced over. The door was breaking. All Forres could think was she wasn’t going to make it. She was going to die here and wither from existence. Most of all, she would become one of them and she couldn’t bare that. She didn’t want to eat human flesh or walking around, searching for food. She dreads that the most, searching for food like a raccoon. Plus she wouldn’t win the game. The game she was now determined to win. Oh how much she wants to win and right now, she didn’t want to give up so she didn’t. Out of anger and with her right hand, she balled it and punched the undead thing square in the jaw. The blow was hard enough to knock the thing off of her.
Forres quickly crawled to the cook and tried to pull the knife out his head. The High Pitched Zombie slowly got up. Its jaw was hanging by a thread of flesh. Come on!! Come on! Forres thought. The zombie got closer. Forres put her foot on the cook’s face. His ice cold blood oozes in between her toes. She began to pull harder as her foot pushed down too. An inch from her was the zombie. Forres pulled out the knife, turning and sticking it upward into the
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