• Interstate to Hell
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All credit goes to; [url]http://www.facepunch.com/member.php?u=67235[/url] [quote]May 17th, 2009. That's the day that changed my life forever. The day everything that could have gone wrong did. I'll never forget It for as long as I live. * * * * * It was around 10:00 when I got up out of bed that day. Got dressed and did my usual routine which consisted of brushing my teeth, showering, etc. My stomach started growling so I went to go get some food. “Toast, nah. Cereal, nah. Eggs, oh yeah.” I said as I looked through my fridge. As I was preparing to cook my eggs I noticed something weird, everything was quiet. There was no one in my house. “Mom?”, No answer, “That's weird”. Then it hit me, I was thirsty. I opened my garage door to get to the outside fridge and I couldn't believe what I saw. “What the hell?!” I said with disbelief. Outside, near my truck were what seemed to be two homeless people. “Should I go out there, wait, I might need a weapon.” I thought to myself. Then I spied it, a baseball bat just sitting on the shelves. “Oh yeah, just in case those homeless guy wanna get a little rough.” “Excuse me guys but what are you doing?” I said to them trying to be polite. One of them let loose a hoarse growl. Sounded as if he was struggling to breathe. “Hey, answer me man!” I yelled at him. That's when he turned around and I saw what I was really talking to. His left eye had been completely ripped out and all that was left was a gaping hole where it used to lay, his chest seemed to be covered in blood, and his left arm was completely gone. “Get the hell away from me!” I said swinging the baseball bat around and hitting him in the face as he tried to grab me, I ran inside and locked the door. “What was that thing?” I proceeded to turn on the news channel to try to get some idea of what was going on. “I repeat stay indoors and do not attempt to reach loved one. The infected are very dangerous and can spread the infection through transfer of blood.” the anchor said on one station. I immediately knew what was happening. Zombies, I had read about them before but I never had thought they would actually happen. “I gotta get outta here.” I grabbed as many supplies as I could, canned foods, guns, and ammo. My cellphone started to ring, it was my friend Jackson. “Dude, I'm coming to get you right now, I'm not gonna let these things kill us.” I said. “You have to hurry these things are almost through my front door.” Jackson screamed with panic. “I'll be there as fast as possible.” I hung up the phone and ran out to my truck, supplies in hand. Swinging the bat as hard as I could I managed to knock both the infected over and onto the ground. I jumped into the truck and started it up. Jackson's house wasn't too far away, just down the block. I decided to check on my other friend James whose house was on the way. When I pulled into his driveway I noticed James was on the roof. “Hey! Jump down and get in the truck! Grab some soda's!” James jumped down off his roof and got into the truck. “Where we going Stetson?” “I was thinking we could head to my River house in Georgia. It has bars on the doors and windows and it has a well.” “Alright man, sounds good to me. Just as long as we don't get eaten by those things.” “We gotta stop at Jackson's house first.” I pulled out of Jame's driveway as fast as possible, trying to hurry and get to Jackson's. We had just gone a little ways down the street when we saw how bad the infection actually was. Infected were everywhere, in every yard and on the road. “This is bad dude” I said to James. “Let's just hurry and get to Georgia.” Infected were everywhere in Jackson's yard. They were piling up at the door trying to get in. “We'll go around back “ I said to James. We hopped Jackson's fence and tapped on his window. “Yo, open up.” “DUDE LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” Jackson said panicking as he ran to my truck. I couldn't resist but to laugh a little bit. “Alright man just everyone get in the truck.” I said trying to keep my cool. We pulled out of Jackson's and started heading Georgia bound. I informed everyone of my plan and they agreed. Georgia sounded like a good option to them. Once we got on the interstate everything started going smoothly. Cars were abandoned everywhere and every place we saw was closed. “How close are we?” James asked. “Were just now passing the cow field so I'd say about halfway.” I said. “Alright man, you think they co-” “LOOK OUT!” Jackson screamed at the top of his lungs. I swerved heavily to the right trying to avoid the cow in the middle of the road but we ended up in the ditch. “Shit, now were stuck. Like this day couldn't get any better!” I yelled, cursing the gods. “Ok, James, get in my truck and go when I tell you to. Jackson, grab a rifle out of the back and keep lookout. Only fire if they get close, otherwise they will all hear the gunshot and know we are hear.” I went around to the back of my truck and inspected the damage. We weren't stuck too bad, just one wheel in the ditch. I started to push on the back of the truck. “Alright James floor it!” The wheels of the truck started to spin and the truck would not budge. POW! “He's down man. I killed one.” Jackson said. “Yeah but now they all know where we are!” I yelled at him, “Everyone get back here and push with me!” We all proceeded to push on the truck trying to move it out of the ditch. “I have a baseball bat in the trunk, we can wedge it under the tire for traction.” I got into the back of the trunk and looked for the bat. “Found it gu-holy cow.” Infected in all directions, as far as I could see. “Guys, there are a lot of infected heading straight for us. We need to get his truck moving and fast.” “How many?” Jackson asked. “Let's just say we need to hurry.” I said as I wedged the baseball bat under the tire. “Alright I'm gonna try to move it.” I got in the truck and hit the gas. The truck moved out of the ditch but in the process slung the baseball bat out from under the tire hitting James in the leg. “Ow! God dammit! My leg, it's broken!” Like this could get any worse. I could see the infected off in the distance just waiting to get a hold of one of us. “They are coming, we gotta carry him.” Jackson and I picked James up and put him in the truck bed. “You'll be alright.” We got back in the truck and started to head off. James was making noises in the bed. “You think he'll be alright?” “He will be fine Stetson.” Just as Jackson said that James' arm shot threw my back glass and grabbed hold of the stearing wheel. “HELP DUDE, HE'S ONE OF THEM!” I screamed as I tried to keep control of the truck. Jackson wailed on what used to be James, punching him repeatedly in the face. I was swerving all over the road as James was pulling at my arms. “Augh! He bit my arm!” I then slammed on the brakes. James flew through the back glass and hit the dashboard. Jackson kept wailing on him while I went around to the bed. I grabbed the closest thing to me, my dad's spear. “I hate to do this but he's no longer the friend we knew him as. He's one of those things.” Killing James had to be the second hardest thing I've done in my life. So, here I am now. Sitting on the side of the road after being bitten be my best friend who I had to kill. I know I'm about to turn into one of those things so I have to make a decision. Try to save my own life and possible kill my other best friend in the process or to save my best friend and die out here alone. “Jackson, I got bit, I'm gonna turn in to one of those thi-” “We can find a cure!” “No, I can't hurt any one else today. You have to take this key and go to the house yourself. I'm doomed. Just leave me. “ “I can't.” “You have to! Just do it!” “Alright, if it's what you want.” “Bye Jackson. Kill a couple for me eh?” “I'll kill all of them man.” Jackson got into my truck and sped off and that's the last thing I remember.[/quote]
Good read.
Cool, but could be longer.
I didn't like it that much really...could be longer, more descriptive, and not so fast to the zombies. Give us more backstory or it's hard to attach and relate to the characters, this sometimes can end up making the readers want your character to die, or just stop reading. What keeps a reader interested is a good story with interesting characters, not generic zombie bashers. I don't even know what the main character looks like. See the issue?
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