Monday, 11 June 2012

Collaborative Story: Part 3

Last Paragraph: Casey is the ZOMBIE!! I knew that if I didn't try to get out of the car soon, I would get eaten by my best friend and become one of her. So I stretched my arm out toward the door, and yanked at the handle. The door was on a padlock and Casey had the key!!.....


I was sweating like a pig, my heart was racing, and I was nearly in tears. The situation could not possibly get any worse. In desperation, I kicked at the window, knowing that the door was not an option. It cracked a little bit, so I kicked it again even harder. The crack got bigger, one more kick and the window shattered, showering me with glass. No time to worry about that though, I scrambled through the windshield and looked around for something that I could use to defend myself. Casey was not like a zombie from a movie (slow and mindless) she was focused, determined and vicious. I scanned the area, nothing that could be considered even slightly hostile that I could defend myself with. Casey was standing still, staring at me intensely, almost as if she could remember who I was. I started to walk towards her, to try and calm her down. BIG MISTAKE. She let out a deafening roar, and charged at me, I had never seen her run so fast before, I guess it had something to do with the fact that she had become an inhuman beast. I turned around and sprinted for my life, but deep down I knew that I would never outrun her, and should just give up and finish my life quickly. But there was something else inside me that willed me to go forward, to carry on, I put my head down and put all of my energy into my legs, pushing them to move faster than they ever had. It was no use though, Casey was still giving chase, and catching up to me rapidly. There was no way that she was going to give up on eating her first meal as a zombie. I kept running and running, but I was getting tired, and there was a cramp in my calf. I stopped and flopped onto the ground, and waited for Casey to come and devour my body. I waited, and waited, and kept waiting, but nothing happened. I sat up and looked in the direction that I came from, and I saw a hooded figure with a shovel, standing over what used to be my happy, loud best friend.

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