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The End of hope
The End of HopeFear; its powers take hold of all my judgment and hope. All that matters to me is the next breath of air, the next heartbeat, and the next step that takes me. My legs pump nonstop, my heart thunders in my chest. My muscles scream bloody murder for even a brief respite; but my mind knows what my muscles don’t. I ran from room to room, the walls seem to close in on me like a sarcophagus’. I crane my neck to confirm my suspicions; they’re right behind me. Their eyes, like bottomless pits, stared back at me with one desire in their minds; fresh meat. “You’ll have to work for your meal!” I hollered at the top of my lungs. They stopped chasing me and I soon knew why. At full speed, I rammed into the wall blocking me. I was cornered, unarmed, and I was on the menu. “Is this how it ends?” I asked to no one. I looked through the skylight and prayed. They just began to enclose me. I remember how it began for me. It was the Monday before Halloween. We listened for the sweet sound of the bell to let us out of hell itself. It rang clear and true to the hearts of all the kids racing out to the buses awaiting them. But something was amiss. I could tell right away; not a single engine was running and not one driver was in their bus. I climbed into the nearest bus only to see blood everywhere and a fleshless corpse locked in an eternal scream. I ran as hard as I could to the bus at the front of the line screaming for kids to follow. As they boarded the stench of death swelled up in my nostrils making the cafeteria lunch I had eaten seem even more repulsive. I looked for the cause of the stench and I saw Middle school students crawling limping and moaning towards us at a pace fit for the dead. After we got everyone onto the bus and slammed the doors with a satisfying click, the zombies reached us and began to scratch and roar at the kids on the bus. “Hang on!” I shouted as I started the bus and slammed on the gas. We fled out of the school parking lot and made it to route four. “Where are we going?!” asked nearly fifteen horrified kids.
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You choose my destiny
“I say we go from house-to-house, get weapons and ammo, and find a defendable position.” I said to the kids on the bus. “Let’s just go to a gun store!” one kid shouted out. “This is Maryland! When was the last time you’ve been to a gun store in Maryland?” I shouted back. We reached an agreement with my plan and set off to gather every gun we knew of; then we’d go to the Sam’s Club and barricade ourselves in. We went to each house collecting weapons until we got to my house. I gathered my guns, knifes, swords, and my chainsaws when I walked out the garage to see zombies circling the bus. I called one of my friends on the bus and told him my plan. I revved the chainsaws and roared as I ran towards their rank. I swung left and right in a horrible fury. I hacked and slashed until I got to the doors of the bus. They grabbed my bag of guns and a few kids opened fire on the horde. I jumped into the driver seat and locked the doors. I threw it in reverse and ran over dozens of the foul dead. I was going too fast to see a huge ditch which flipped the entire bus on its side right out side of one of my neighbor’s houses. We fought the zombies all the way to the house but only a few of us made it inside. We were the unlucky ones. As soon as we turned around zombies poured through the living room. We fought until the guns were out of ammo, my chainsaws ran out of gas and we became too tired lift the heavy swords. “Run!” I cried and we ran through the house becoming more and more separated that soon enough I ran alone. I ran from room to room, until I was boxed in and completely surrounded. “Is this how it ends?” I asked of no one. Silently I prayed as the foul stench of death surrounding me; and the razor sharp teeth found the flesh they craved.
“I say we go as far north as we can, maybe even Alaska.” I said to the kids on the bus. “Why would that help?!” one kid shouted out. “Because zombies have no body heat; they’ll just freeze!” I shouted back. We reached an agreement with my plan and set off go North. We made it to a gas station and we got all the food, water, clothes, and maps as we could. We raided Safeway and stole all the food we could fit on a school bus. Some of the older kids went to RadioShack and got all the radio equipment they could find. I ordered a group to find every single container with a lid to fill with diesel. After that we were off to Alaska. Five days after we started we had gained a couple cars we found with keys still in them. We used them to push the cars that were abandoned after the attack out of our way.
We got so far with so little contact with the zombies that when we found a road blocked by cars and zombies most of us went into a panic. I shifted to reverse and backed up as fast as I could. “There’s another route three miles back!” I heard from our designated navigator. “I got a signal from the army! They’re coming to get us!” one of the radio kids said. I wasn’t about to wait for them so I told the kid to give them our heading and floored it. If rescue was here I wasn’t about to miss it. The two capture cars rammed obstacles out of my way and I drove on full speed ahead. “Choppers!” somebody yelled out. I looked around for zombies; seeing none I turned on the bus’s strobe lights and the chopper descended. Five men got off and approached the bus. They were armed and they weren’t wearing army uniforms. “Don’t open the doors!” I screamed too late. The kids in the back were already pouring out of the back. The men opened fire killing all of the survivors. I roared as I gunned the engine and rammed their helicopter into smithereens. I opened the door and limped into a building off the side of the road. Zombies came from everywhere surrounding me. I ran from room to room, until I was boxed in and completely surrounded. “Is this how it ends?” I asked of no one. Silently I prayed as the foul stench of death surrounding me; and the razor sharp teeth found the flesh they craved.
“I don’t care.” I said to the kids on the bus. “As far as we know everyone is dead except us. I’m going home.” “You’re just giving up? What about us? What about you?” one kid asked. I didn’t reply. I drove to my house got out and left them behind. I went inside and drank a lot of hard liquor letting the burning sensation wash away the truth. A joke ran through my mind “wine’s fine but liquor’s quicker.” I sat down in a leather chair as “Thriller” played ironically on my iPod speakers. My brother came down just as I passed out only it wasn’t my brother. My brother’s neck wasn’t supposed to hang like that. I had a dream; an awful dream of loneliness and hunger. All I wanted to do was eat meat, the fresher the better until I wasn’t alone with my hunger. I awoke and saw the world through different eyes. I don’t even think I was using my eyes. I smelled blood and death. I had never smelled something so good. I wanted more. I wanted to taste it; to feel it’s lifelessness in my mouth. I looked down and it was just blood all over the floor. I have never been so disappointed. I walked to the door and opened it looked around and saw zombies. I knew they were dead yet I could hear them talking. I walked over and saw my parents. “How are you feeling bro.” my brother asked without moving his mouth. “So hungry…” I tried to say but all that came out was moaning. That didn’t seem to make a difference to them. “That school bus fell over at the ditch. Let’s get them” my mother, the most peaceful person I knew, was advocating cannibalism! But I was too tired to argue; we walked over to the bus and crawled in the broken door. I could feel their life in my stomach, my hunger rose like a serpent coiled to strike and I jumped on the nearest kid and bit down hard. It tasted so good it was the only thing I could think about. All my memories, my experiences were gone; all that was left was the hunger and it would never be sated. That was the last time I remember anything other than hunger. Now all life has been extinguished. We shamble on trying to fill a hunger that can never be filled. There is no death just rot. We can’t be happy or sad but we feel constant agony. As our bodies decompose the agony grows. Each step we take we continue to degrade until we can move no farther. We rot until the end of time wasting away until nothing remains of us bought agony.
(I hope you're happy now)
Three years later.
I ran a hand through my shaved hair, we buzz everyone's hair so the zombies can't grab it. Then I felt my throat, coarse with unkempt growth. We'd beenrecycling razor blades but eventually they became luxury goods. We had a barber that gave decent shaves, until his straight razor was filed so thin it broke. Now we had to cut facial hair with scissors, not at all a fun experience. Little things like personal hair grooming became less meaningful over time.
We never would have made it if it wasn't for the army vets we found hunkered in one of the houses we looted.We ran from house to house grabbing guns, ammo, food, first-aid kits, and all manners of survival stuffs. Then we realized that the bus was going to run out of fuel at some point, so we went to the county's bomb shelter, the high school. For the most part the school was empty but we cleared it room by room. We posted a guard on the roof, while someone was always monitoringthe cameras.
We built a new home, adopted as many strays as possible, and we lived. We had people come to live with us every day, hoping to start anew. We had power, we had water, and we had hope. For the first two years we were attacked regularly. Everyone knew how to shoot by the end, we had plenty of practice.
We don't know if the government still exists, we get a looped government message about containment and security all day, but no signs of life. We decided to make lives for ourselves, and we weren't looking back. We had hope. Hope for a future, hope for our children, that we would survive and conquer death incarnate. We had hope.
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|Nyeb009||WTF?!!?||7||Apr 15 2010, 3:59 AM EDT by PedroAsani|
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There is no happy ending? No victory? That's some crap. I was thinking of correcting you on all of the zombie misconceptions, but I decided against it. Maybe your poor ideas and incorrect 'facts' are why you die in all of the endings.
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