phreakerhaxxor
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someone made this, i didnt, read it 
Chapter 1
They were just outside. He could hear they’re moans. They were hungry; they wanted him. He had taken shelter in the video rental store nearly three days ago, but food was beginning to run short, and he did not know how much longer he could last. The video rental store was on the far east side of a small outdoor shopping center, and on the opposite side was a grocery store, neighbored by a hardware store, these were the only stores that seemed to have any use to him in his particular situation.
After he crashed his car in the shopping center’s parking lot, trying to escape a swarm of living dead, he soon realized that the dead had also been roaming around this shopping center. They were everywhere, he would have ran to a more useful store, but he was panicking and the video rental store was the closest enclosed area. Before he made a dash to the shop, he grabbed the baseball bat in the back seat of his now burning car, he also grabbed a backpack full of food he had collected from his home before the dead had broke in and forced him to run.
When he first entered the rental store, he locked the door, he didn’t know if these ‘zombies’ as he referred to them as, were smart enough to use a doorknob, but he was not willing to take a chance. He thought he was safe, until he heard the moans again. They were close; they were inside the store. There had to be two or three of them at least. He dropped his backpack and readied his baseball bat; he waited at the door, because he feared venturing any further into the shop.
It seemed like hours he waited at the door, maybe it really was, he lost track of time after a while. Maybe the zombies didn’t know he was there. If that were so, then he’d end up waiting there until nightfall, when he’d start to get tired and maybe even fall asleep, and if he did, the zombies may hear his loud snoring, and attack him while he was sleeping. He couldn’t allow this to happen. His only chance for survival would be to venture further into the shop, and dispatch the zombies without too much injury.
Very slowly and stealthily, he walked forward. The moans grew louder as he came closer. He could easily tell that one of them was in the nearby aisle on the far left. Before venturing through the aisle, he took a peek around the corner from the aisle shelf. That’s where he saw it, the living dead abomination. It had actually found something to occupy itself with. It seemed that it has somehow found three limbs, (two arms and a leg,) somewhere in this store, probably belonged to one of its previous employees. It apparently wanted to eat all three, but could only carry one limb in one hand at a time. He would continuously drop a limb from one of his hands so he could pick up the additional limb on the floor, but then that would leave the first limb now lying on the floor. The zombie must have been repeating this process endlessly.
He readied his baseball bat, and slowly advanced down the aisle. The zombie continued to drop and pick up the limbs. He got so close to the zombie that he could smell him (which really wasn’t that hard). The zombie was preoccupied, so it did not notice him as he raised the bat over his head for a powerful attack. The bat came smashing down over the zombie’s head.
He had never killed anyone ever before. This being his first time, it was quite an emotional experience. Since the zombie’s flesh was rotting, the attack from the baseball bat literally exploded his head. In a haze of blood, he finally realized what he had done. Vomit exploded its way out of his mouth. This made a lot of noise, and he could tell this would attract the remaining zombies in the shop.
He was right. There where two zombies remaining in the shop, both of them women. Judging by their uniforms and nametags, it was obvious that they used to work here. It was so sad for him to look at these young women, knowing that they used to have lives of their own, now they are reduced to just piles of flesh, with only hunger as a motivation to survive. They were coming towards him, and he still felt sick from his first kill. He found that he no longer had any strength in his arms. He would not be able to effectively swing at them as weak as he was. An idea suddenly dawned on him like the rising sun. Instead of fighting them, he decided to lure them down the long aisle until he was out.
When he was outside the aisle, the two women were still inside, slowly chasing after him. He willed himself to summon strength within him that he never knew he had. He charged the outer aisle shelf the way a linebacker would charge the defense. He hit the shelf with his shoulder, effectively knocking it over on top of the two young women. They were now stuck under the shelf, yet they still moaned and tried to crawl free. Their hunger for him was so great; they would never give up their pursuit of him until they were dead. Since they were temporarily stuck, he took advantage of the situation and slaughtered them both with his baseball bat.
Two days later, he finds he is running out of food, and the stench of the bodies was becoming steadily unbearable. Soon, he would have to make a run for the grocery store outside, across the shopping center, or he would starve to death. A hardware store neighbored the grocery store, perhaps he could better equip himself there if he found time. It was only a two hundred yard dash, but with all those zombies standing in the way, it would seem like two hundred miles. He didn’t know what he would do, soon, he would start to feel the hunger eating away at him. If he didn’t make it to the grocery store fast, then he would have to do it later when the hunger would slow him down. Now was the time, he had to think of something quick.
After nearly an hour of sitting and planning, he finally realized that he did not know what he would do. He started thinking back to the first zombie he killed. He remembered the feeling of bashing his head with the baseball bat. It sickened him; it sickened him to know that he actually, enjoyed it. He enjoyed the feeling of taking life, well, taking the life from the dead. Something about it was just so exhilarating; he wanted to do it more. He wanted to kill more.
While thinking about his first kill, he suddenly had a thought. He remembered the zombie and its dilemma with the three severed limbs. It craved meat, it needed it to satisfy its hunger. He remembered that those three limbs were still there, in the aisle.
For the past two days since he killed the three zombies, he never went back to the particular aisle where he killed them because of the memories it aroused and the stench it brought, but he needed those three limbs. He lifted the aisle shelf up off the zombies, now covered in random videos. He brushed away the videos to find what he was looking for, the two arms and the leg.
There was no time to think, just react; he had to get to the grocery store. First he unlocked the door and took a peak outside to the parking lot to see just how many zombies he was going to be dealing with. There were about one to two hundred of them in all roaming around the parking lot. It was time to out time plan into action. From the door of the video rental store, he tossed the three limbs off to one side of the parking lot, opposite that of the grocery store. He then readied his baseball bat, and ran out the door into the parking lot. His plan had worked. All the zombies had swarmed the three limbs; they even fought among themselves for a piece of the meat. When three zombies got a hold of the three limbs, they all stopped fighting and went on with their random roaming. They were to late however, because by the time they started free roaming again, he had already reached the grocery store door.
He tried to open the door, but it seemed to be locked. It was obvious to him why; there must have been other survivors inside the shop. The zombies began to swarm closer to him. “Help! Help! Open up!†he yelled at the door. The zombies were only about twenty feet away from him now. “Help me god damn it! I swear to god I’ll ****ing smash the windows in if you don’t! I refuse to die alone!†At that very moment, the door opened up and an arm grabbed him and pulled him in, just in time too, because just seconds later, the zombies began to pound at the door.
Chapter 1
They were just outside. He could hear they’re moans. They were hungry; they wanted him. He had taken shelter in the video rental store nearly three days ago, but food was beginning to run short, and he did not know how much longer he could last. The video rental store was on the far east side of a small outdoor shopping center, and on the opposite side was a grocery store, neighbored by a hardware store, these were the only stores that seemed to have any use to him in his particular situation.
After he crashed his car in the shopping center’s parking lot, trying to escape a swarm of living dead, he soon realized that the dead had also been roaming around this shopping center. They were everywhere, he would have ran to a more useful store, but he was panicking and the video rental store was the closest enclosed area. Before he made a dash to the shop, he grabbed the baseball bat in the back seat of his now burning car, he also grabbed a backpack full of food he had collected from his home before the dead had broke in and forced him to run.
When he first entered the rental store, he locked the door, he didn’t know if these ‘zombies’ as he referred to them as, were smart enough to use a doorknob, but he was not willing to take a chance. He thought he was safe, until he heard the moans again. They were close; they were inside the store. There had to be two or three of them at least. He dropped his backpack and readied his baseball bat; he waited at the door, because he feared venturing any further into the shop.
It seemed like hours he waited at the door, maybe it really was, he lost track of time after a while. Maybe the zombies didn’t know he was there. If that were so, then he’d end up waiting there until nightfall, when he’d start to get tired and maybe even fall asleep, and if he did, the zombies may hear his loud snoring, and attack him while he was sleeping. He couldn’t allow this to happen. His only chance for survival would be to venture further into the shop, and dispatch the zombies without too much injury.
Very slowly and stealthily, he walked forward. The moans grew louder as he came closer. He could easily tell that one of them was in the nearby aisle on the far left. Before venturing through the aisle, he took a peek around the corner from the aisle shelf. That’s where he saw it, the living dead abomination. It had actually found something to occupy itself with. It seemed that it has somehow found three limbs, (two arms and a leg,) somewhere in this store, probably belonged to one of its previous employees. It apparently wanted to eat all three, but could only carry one limb in one hand at a time. He would continuously drop a limb from one of his hands so he could pick up the additional limb on the floor, but then that would leave the first limb now lying on the floor. The zombie must have been repeating this process endlessly.
He readied his baseball bat, and slowly advanced down the aisle. The zombie continued to drop and pick up the limbs. He got so close to the zombie that he could smell him (which really wasn’t that hard). The zombie was preoccupied, so it did not notice him as he raised the bat over his head for a powerful attack. The bat came smashing down over the zombie’s head.
He had never killed anyone ever before. This being his first time, it was quite an emotional experience. Since the zombie’s flesh was rotting, the attack from the baseball bat literally exploded his head. In a haze of blood, he finally realized what he had done. Vomit exploded its way out of his mouth. This made a lot of noise, and he could tell this would attract the remaining zombies in the shop.
He was right. There where two zombies remaining in the shop, both of them women. Judging by their uniforms and nametags, it was obvious that they used to work here. It was so sad for him to look at these young women, knowing that they used to have lives of their own, now they are reduced to just piles of flesh, with only hunger as a motivation to survive. They were coming towards him, and he still felt sick from his first kill. He found that he no longer had any strength in his arms. He would not be able to effectively swing at them as weak as he was. An idea suddenly dawned on him like the rising sun. Instead of fighting them, he decided to lure them down the long aisle until he was out.
When he was outside the aisle, the two women were still inside, slowly chasing after him. He willed himself to summon strength within him that he never knew he had. He charged the outer aisle shelf the way a linebacker would charge the defense. He hit the shelf with his shoulder, effectively knocking it over on top of the two young women. They were now stuck under the shelf, yet they still moaned and tried to crawl free. Their hunger for him was so great; they would never give up their pursuit of him until they were dead. Since they were temporarily stuck, he took advantage of the situation and slaughtered them both with his baseball bat.
Two days later, he finds he is running out of food, and the stench of the bodies was becoming steadily unbearable. Soon, he would have to make a run for the grocery store outside, across the shopping center, or he would starve to death. A hardware store neighbored the grocery store, perhaps he could better equip himself there if he found time. It was only a two hundred yard dash, but with all those zombies standing in the way, it would seem like two hundred miles. He didn’t know what he would do, soon, he would start to feel the hunger eating away at him. If he didn’t make it to the grocery store fast, then he would have to do it later when the hunger would slow him down. Now was the time, he had to think of something quick.
After nearly an hour of sitting and planning, he finally realized that he did not know what he would do. He started thinking back to the first zombie he killed. He remembered the feeling of bashing his head with the baseball bat. It sickened him; it sickened him to know that he actually, enjoyed it. He enjoyed the feeling of taking life, well, taking the life from the dead. Something about it was just so exhilarating; he wanted to do it more. He wanted to kill more.
While thinking about his first kill, he suddenly had a thought. He remembered the zombie and its dilemma with the three severed limbs. It craved meat, it needed it to satisfy its hunger. He remembered that those three limbs were still there, in the aisle.
For the past two days since he killed the three zombies, he never went back to the particular aisle where he killed them because of the memories it aroused and the stench it brought, but he needed those three limbs. He lifted the aisle shelf up off the zombies, now covered in random videos. He brushed away the videos to find what he was looking for, the two arms and the leg.
There was no time to think, just react; he had to get to the grocery store. First he unlocked the door and took a peak outside to the parking lot to see just how many zombies he was going to be dealing with. There were about one to two hundred of them in all roaming around the parking lot. It was time to out time plan into action. From the door of the video rental store, he tossed the three limbs off to one side of the parking lot, opposite that of the grocery store. He then readied his baseball bat, and ran out the door into the parking lot. His plan had worked. All the zombies had swarmed the three limbs; they even fought among themselves for a piece of the meat. When three zombies got a hold of the three limbs, they all stopped fighting and went on with their random roaming. They were to late however, because by the time they started free roaming again, he had already reached the grocery store door.
He tried to open the door, but it seemed to be locked. It was obvious to him why; there must have been other survivors inside the shop. The zombies began to swarm closer to him. “Help! Help! Open up!†he yelled at the door. The zombies were only about twenty feet away from him now. “Help me god damn it! I swear to god I’ll ****ing smash the windows in if you don’t! I refuse to die alone!†At that very moment, the door opened up and an arm grabbed him and pulled him in, just in time too, because just seconds later, the zombies began to pound at the door.
