Here is more... ------------ When I see blood splattered everywhere, I think that Ben must have found a better choice than me. Then I notice that Bens necklace was there too; surrounded by pieces of flesh and blood that looked roasted. I almost throw up when it dawns on me that the horrible gory mess in front of me was my best friend. I slowly edge out the room, looking for any remaining zombies, and when I see there is no more, I start to tiptoe around the bloody areas towards the exit of the school, because by now I realize that there is no one in the school to find and try to team up with. I find a motorcycle and the guy who probably was eaten had been kind enough to leave the keys in the bike. I rev it up and start driving around town, trying to see if I could find anyone, human or zombie. I ride past the town park, the post office, the middle school for the town. Everywhere around town there are signs of the invasion; blood on the ground, arms and legs and other body parts sprawled randomly. I keep my ears open for any signs of zombies, but I hear nothing. I end up back at my house after a while, half hoping I would see my parents wondering why I hadn’t come home last night. I roll into the driveway and drop the bike on the ground. I run up and open the front door, my axe in my hand just in case some zombie was waiting for me. I peek around all the rooms, with no sign of anything being alive. I walk into my room and grab a duffel bag, stuff it with 2 sets of clothes and then put in my throwing knives from when I was in Boy Scouts. I search the house for food, grab all the canned food and put it in, then grab bags of chips and my stash of energy drinks. I start to walk out when I remember that my dad, who was a police officer, hadn’t gone to work that morning. I run into his room to grab his police equipment when I finally see what had happened to my parents. Blood and gore are spewed out from the bed, where it seems my mom and dad had been when they died. The sight brings bile up my throat and I throw up all over the floor. I wipe my mouth and step over the vomit to see if my dads Kevlar vest and police jacket are behind the door where he usually kept it. His jacket hangs there, but his Kevlar vest isn’t. I look around for it when I see something in the corner of the room. It is a body, and when I see that my dads Kevlar vest and gun are next to the body I realize that my dad must have realized the zombies were here and must have put on the stuff to try and kill them. Didn’t seem to have worked, oddly enough. I grab the gun and check the ammunition, 2 bullets are missing. I think about grabbing the Kevlar vest from my dads corpse but instantly reject it. I don’t like the idea of touching a dead body, especially my own fathers. ---------- This is as far as I have gotten. Where should I take the story next? (Please note I had more but it didnt save :cry
I love it. He should go solo for a while, then end up teaming up with 3-4 more people searching for a community. No "Resistance" that's a huge city where everyone in the world that isn't a zombie lives, but a small community. A town. I've seen too many 'paradise' cities in zombie books.
Keep writing, it's really good! And the whole 2 bullet thin made me flip out. Try cutting down paragraphs, if you can. They seem a little large.