Author's Note: This is a short story related to Halloween
Her
bloodshot eyes turned to the back of her head, the zombies flesh eating
mouth buried into her already half eaten body. Still alive she screamed
in pain using all her strength to rip the attached zombie off of her.
“Get the hell off!” her bloody hands smacked and punched the zombies
foul face. It’s yellow teeth chomped away at her shoulder. Her loud
echoing screams pierced my ears. I looked the area to see if it was safe
to run it was a clear chance for me to live. I looked at the squirming
girl. “I have to help her. There’s no one left but me and her” As soon
as I ran toward her the screaming stopped, the zombie stood up wiping
its blood filled mouth. It was pleased with its meal. I was too late.
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