The crowd of people presses in on him, like drowning in a sea of humanity. He cradles in his hand a tiny single shot pistol, six rounds, he has to rack the slide to fire every shot. He knows he should be armed to the teeth, wishes he was armed to the teeth, but that just wasn’t possible. An orange arm band marks him as a member of an elite unit. He is a survivor. But a survivor of what?
He stops suddenly, eyeballing the orange bandanna wrapped around the head of the person six meters in front of him. The enemy.
Long experience tells him to run, not fight, only to fight when he’s cornered. He begins to beat a hasty retreat towards his previous destination only to come up short again. Another one is behind him. Not moving, just staring. One in front, one behind, there is no such thing as a coincidence.
He glances left and right. Orange headbands. Still, not moving. He watches the faces underneath the headbands, they looked normal, human. For a second he flashes to what they are on the inside; ravenous, hungry, monsters, gore dripping down from their mouths as they breathe heavily, in anticipation of the kill.
Nowhere to run. The crowd around him is thinning. Every second he stands there gives the Ghouls more and more of an advantage. He racks the slide on his pistol, preparing. The lead ghoul grins an evil grin, a grin of victory. He makes a motion with his hand and the others begin to move forward.
Fear grips him for a moment. The Survivor freezes, then grips his pistol tightly. He knows there are others out there, in the same predicament. That the Ghouls are slowly finishing the rest of them off, he is the last of dying breed. He smiles slightly. The lead Ghoul falters in it’s tracks, then keeps on coming.
But now it knows.
This Survivor won’t go down without a fight. With a snarl, The Survivor hurls himself at the lead Ghoul, raising his pistol to fire. They may take him, but he’ll sell his life dearly in the process.
Courage is not the absence of fear, rather, the heroism to do your job in spite of it.
"Fire your guns
it's time to run
steady the helm!!"
Breaking Benjamin
Blow Me Away
4 comments:
Not everyone has to die to be a hero.
Because in many ways Doug, you're already a courageous hero to me.
But I liked it.
~Sarah
P.S. Don't go throwing yourself at the enemy, puhlease.
Zombies! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! The Zombie Apocalypse is upon the UW Campus. Fight, Doug, Fight! Save yourself; save us all! Take 'em down!
if you turn into a zombie will you still be able to use a computer? haha. I can imagine you getting lost in it and then waking up in the hospital strapped to a bed the next day, surrounded by your beaten friends who just stare down at you in disgust, "The zombies weren't real Doug, no more undead games for you."
-Meghan
i'm sure what you meant when you said you racked the slide was you drew the sock smoothly from your pocket. and then hurled it majestically at your opponents. i need to find out if there's a zombie game at unm. if there is... if there's not... hey, good luck. stay human.
jasmine
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