The ruined creatures slowly, but surely followed.
Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea
The Spirit of Adventure’s engine coughed, spluttered and her mighty engines finally stopped running. On every deck, the last remaining humans fought pitched battles with zombie attackers.
Arthur smashed a fire extinguisher over a creature’s head and it fell writhing to the floor. He slammed it repeatedly down into the beast’s skull before it could rise. Eventually, the thrashing limbs stilled their twitching. Arthur felt a sharp pain as another creature sunk its teeth deep into his neck from behind and they both fell to the floor. Arthur never got up again and soon he would join the ranks of the undead . Gradually over the ship, all signs of resistance slowly faded as the vessel came to a complete stop in the pitch black night.
Egypt
Adofo stood at the very apex of the great pyramid of Giza. Empty shell cases littered the steps around him like hundreds of dead metal insects. His AK47 was blisteringly hot and it lay cooling beside him. The sun had begun its downward climb and he was grateful at least for the drop in temperature. The night was still except for the groaning of the hundreds of zombies that were expending the precious energy to get to the top of the pyramid. The object of their efforts and their next meal, Adofo , took a final puff on his cigarette. He watched the sun go down and surveyed the scene around him. Dozens of dead zombies littered the steps nearby. A swift bullet to the brain stopped them as surely as if they were a human attacker and not the diseased undead that they were. He threw the butt of his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his boot heel. He slammed his last magazine into the AK. He patiently waited for the next zombies to come within range as the last of the sinking sun’s rays glinted off his Ray Bans.
New York
Around a vast sea of smoking rubble, the upper levels of the Chrysler building stood, amazingly, largely intact. A compound had been created around the building and machine gun nests at each corner kept out would-be looters and zombies.
Randy Bueller , the CEO of Health- Pharm , the manufacturers and distributors of the EZ-Thin pills, puffed on a cigar as he looked down sadly upon the ruins of what was once New York. His charcoal grey suit looked crisp and well pressed. His greying hair was combed neatly. He was in excellent physical shape as his personal trainer worked him hard, even through this mess.
He gave a single brief sigh.
The opulence of his office and his living quarters on the next floor were rare in this new zombie plagued world. He pressed a buzzer and a tall blond woman brought in a glass of wine and small pot of caviar. She wore a simple toga and her long slender legs were eyed hungrily by Bueller .
“Thank you my dear,” he gushed as his eyes devoured her full breasts. The woman smiled but the smile did not reach her eyes. It was a high price to pay but the safety of the Chrysler compound was not free.
Near Lake Cherokee, Orlando , USA
Judy lay panting with the exertion, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her green eyes darted from the door to the window. She had shaken them she was sure and the zombies weren’t exactly hot stuff when it came to deductive reasoning. So the twists and turns she had taken to get to this little apartment should have shaken the accursed evil creatures.
She walked up to the window and admired the view. The small apartment building sat on a hill overlooking the beauty of Lake Cherokee. Although small, this place might have fetched a pretty price before the zombie apocalypse. Amazingly, the place was in pretty good shape. Looters had left a lot of stuff still in place. Orlando had been hit hard and maybe folk had gotten out before they had time to strip the place bare.
She looked around the room and spotted a small dusty picture of a little boy on the wall in the corner. She wiped it with
Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea
The Spirit of Adventure’s engine coughed, spluttered and her mighty engines finally stopped running. On every deck, the last remaining humans fought pitched battles with zombie attackers.
Arthur smashed a fire extinguisher over a creature’s head and it fell writhing to the floor. He slammed it repeatedly down into the beast’s skull before it could rise. Eventually, the thrashing limbs stilled their twitching. Arthur felt a sharp pain as another creature sunk its teeth deep into his neck from behind and they both fell to the floor. Arthur never got up again and soon he would join the ranks of the undead . Gradually over the ship, all signs of resistance slowly faded as the vessel came to a complete stop in the pitch black night.
Egypt
Adofo stood at the very apex of the great pyramid of Giza. Empty shell cases littered the steps around him like hundreds of dead metal insects. His AK47 was blisteringly hot and it lay cooling beside him. The sun had begun its downward climb and he was grateful at least for the drop in temperature. The night was still except for the groaning of the hundreds of zombies that were expending the precious energy to get to the top of the pyramid. The object of their efforts and their next meal, Adofo , took a final puff on his cigarette. He watched the sun go down and surveyed the scene around him. Dozens of dead zombies littered the steps nearby. A swift bullet to the brain stopped them as surely as if they were a human attacker and not the diseased undead that they were. He threw the butt of his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his boot heel. He slammed his last magazine into the AK. He patiently waited for the next zombies to come within range as the last of the sinking sun’s rays glinted off his Ray Bans.
New York
Around a vast sea of smoking rubble, the upper levels of the Chrysler building stood, amazingly, largely intact. A compound had been created around the building and machine gun nests at each corner kept out would-be looters and zombies.
Randy Bueller , the CEO of Health- Pharm , the manufacturers and distributors of the EZ-Thin pills, puffed on a cigar as he looked down sadly upon the ruins of what was once New York. His charcoal grey suit looked crisp and well pressed. His greying hair was combed neatly. He was in excellent physical shape as his personal trainer worked him hard, even through this mess.
He gave a single brief sigh.
The opulence of his office and his living quarters on the next floor were rare in this new zombie plagued world. He pressed a buzzer and a tall blond woman brought in a glass of wine and small pot of caviar. She wore a simple toga and her long slender legs were eyed hungrily by Bueller .
“Thank you my dear,” he gushed as his eyes devoured her full breasts. The woman smiled but the smile did not reach her eyes. It was a high price to pay but the safety of the Chrysler compound was not free.
Near Lake Cherokee, Orlando , USA
Judy lay panting with the exertion, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her green eyes darted from the door to the window. She had shaken them she was sure and the zombies weren’t exactly hot stuff when it came to deductive reasoning. So the twists and turns she had taken to get to this little apartment should have shaken the accursed evil creatures.
She walked up to the window and admired the view. The small apartment building sat on a hill overlooking the beauty of Lake Cherokee. Although small, this place might have fetched a pretty price before the zombie apocalypse. Amazingly, the place was in pretty good shape. Looters had left a lot of stuff still in place. Orlando had been hit hard and maybe folk had gotten out before they had time to strip the place bare.
She looked around the room and spotted a small dusty picture of a little boy on the wall in the corner. She wiped it with
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