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| 31 Dec 2011 11:02 AM
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I'm not in this, I just made this for fun. I started writing it about an hour ago. This is part of what I wrote, and I think it's really cool.
So here's my story so far. Enjoy it! I'll be writing more to it later on, but I haven't started yet.
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Chapter 1: The End
The end of the world began on June 20, 2012. It was a day like any other day. No one knew that this would be their last day on earth, but they did find out soon enough. The first wave of zombies hit at exactly 11:12 A.M., Eastern Time Zone. They came at us fast, like a tornado tearing up everything in its path. Many people died that day. There were some survivors though. One survivor was named John Doe.
John Doe was walking through his neighborhood when all of a sudden, he saw hundreds of zombies running around in the street. He was terrified. He didn't know what to do. But then, he realized something. He had a shotgun under his bed, which was down in the basement. He ran down there, grabbed the shotgun, loaded it with two shells, and climbed out the window.
He ran away from his house as fast as he could. He ran down the block, into the woods, until he finally got far enough away. Once he was far enough away, he stopped running and sat down on a rock. He tried to catch his breath, but he couldn't. He just sat there for a while, gasping for air. He wasn't sure if he'd make it, but he didn't want to give up. He started jogging again. He jogged until it became too dark, so he had no choice but to camp out where he stopped earlier. He set up his sleeping bag and laid down. It was very cold outside, even though it was summer time. He slept like this all night.
The next morning, he woke up to the sun shining bright above him. He felt refreshed, and ready to move on. He stood up and packed up his belongings, which weren't much. He decided that he would just walk wherever the wind blew him. So he took off walking. He walked and walked, not knowing where he was going or what he would find. After what seemed like forever, he heard a helicopter flying overhead. He looked up and saw the helicopter hovering above him. He was so happy because it meant that he could get back to civilization. But then, something terrible happened.
A zombie jumped in front of the helicopter and ripped open its door. The zombie grabbed the pilot's head and slammed it into the control panel, killing both of them instantly. The helicopter fell out of the sky and landed right on top of John Doe. He was seriously injured, but he wasn't dead. The helicopter blades were still spinning and they were about to cut him apart any minute now. He had no choice but to run for his life. So he did. He ran as fast as he could until he got far enough away from the helicopter. When he stopped running, he collapsed onto the ground. He was covered in blood and he had cuts all over his body. He didn't know if he'd make it, but he wasn't going to give up.
John Doe struggled to stand up and get to his feet, but he couldn't do it. He just laid there on the ground, bleeding and struggling to stay alive. Then, he saw something coming toward him. It was a person, but it wasn't a zombie. It was someone who was alive! He was a man wearing a blue shirt, black pants, and a red baseball cap. His name was Jacob Smith. He looked at John Doe and said, "Hey man, you okay?" John Doe could barely speak because of all the blood in his mouth, so he just nodded his head and tried to smile. Jacob Smith then helped John Doe to his feet and asked him if he could walk. John Doe said that he could, so Jacob Smith took John Doe's arm and walked with him into the woods.
The end
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| 31 Dec 2011 11:03 AM
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I really like this, it makes me want to continue writing it!
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