The Zombie
        As I lay here in darkness so thick it could be cut with a knife, I listen, and silence is loud. I started sweating about five minutes ago after I heard a huge crash come from my living room. With those crazy people running around, theres no telling what might happen. I have my gun under my pillow, and Im hoping I dont blow my brains out by accident.
        Another sound, and I grip my gun tight, and with my other hand, I grab the flashlight from the table to my right. These things wont get me, Ill blow their freakin heads off, clean off. What was that?! Oh, no, a moan! An inhuman moan! Surely they havent found me! I can sense another presence in the room with me.
        I feel breath on me, and suddenly a stench almost unbearable. I lay as still as I can and hope to dear God this thing cant see me The smell left, and I let out a short breath. Another moan, softer this time, back in the living room. I released the gun, but dropped the flashlight. As it hit the floor, it came on and the beam fell on a pair of feet, standing not two paces from my bedside. Curiosity devoured me and I stared in horror at the face of death. Paralyzed by fright, The rotting thing had found me. I will not be eaten. I found my salvation once again, tasted metal, and pulled the trigger. Click.
        As I lay here in darkness so thick it could be cut with a knife, I listen, and silence is loud. I started sweating about five minutes ago after I heard a huge crash come from my living room. With those crazy people running around, theres no telling what might happen. I have my gun under my pillow, and Im hoping I dont blow my brains out by accident.
        Another sound, and I grip my gun tight, and with my other hand, I grab the flashlight from the table to my right. These things wont get me, Ill blow their freakin heads off, clean off. What was that?! Oh, no, a moan! An inhuman moan! Surely they havent found me! I can sense another presence in the room with me.
        I feel breath on me, and suddenly a stench almost unbearable. I lay as still as I can and hope to dear God this thing cant see me The smell left, and I let out a short breath. Another moan, softer this time, back in the living room. I released the gun, but dropped the flashlight. As it hit the floor, it came on and the beam fell on a pair of feet, standing not two paces from my bedside. Curiosity devoured me and I stared in horror at the face of death. Paralyzed by fright, The rotting thing had found me. I will not be eaten. I found my salvation once again, tasted metal, and pulled the trigger. Click.
Mark
"If Rick Allen from Def Leppard can play drums with one arm, I can play anything I want!"
"If Rick Allen from Def Leppard can play drums with one arm, I can play anything I want!"

