i_burn (i_burn) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-11-26 12:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | liz sherman |
the fire that went out (narrative)
It had been over three weeks since the zombies had come.
And Liz Sherman was exhausted and alone. She’d been doing what she could to save people and at first she had found a few survivors, but in the past week, there had been none.
The few that were alive were terrified. There was little food left, and who knew when this was all going to end?
Liz walked down the empty street and lit a cigarette. She was too busy looking down to notice the shadow in the alley. And when the shadow came out, she had her eyes closed as she inhaled the nicotine into her lungs. By the time she noticed she was being attacked, it was too late. She had been bitten. She was able to throw the creature off of her and flame him, but she felt sick already.
She turned away from where she knew there were survivors and she walked. She walked as far and as fast as she could. And as she walked, waves of dizziness and nausa hit her. She knew that soon she would be one of the them.
She sat down heavily on a bench, terrified of what she could do as a zombie. And she sat there as the change happened and soon, there was no thinking except for that of eating flesh.