Night of the Zombies

Night of the Zombies

The night was dark and ominous, as I walked alone down the deserted streets of my hometown. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of my own footsteps echoing through the empty alleyways.

My hand trembled as I clutched the handle of the knife in my pocket, ready for any danger that might come my way. Little did I know, the danger was already lurking in the shadows.

As I turned a corner, I saw a figure stumbling towards me. At first, I thought it was a drunkard, but as it got closer, I could see that it was something far more sinister.

Its skin was pale and rotting, its eyes lifeless and empty. It was a zombie, and it was heading straight for me.

I pulled out my knife and prepared to defend myself, but the zombie was too fast. It lunged at me with surprising speed, and I barely managed to dodge its grasp.

I backed away slowly, trying to keep my distance from the undead monster. But it was relentless, and it kept coming at me with renewed vigor.

I swung my knife at it, hoping to strike a fatal blow, but it was like trying to cut through a slab of concrete. The zombie seemed impervious to my attacks, and I realized that I was in serious trouble.

With no other options left, I turned and ran for my life. The zombie chased after me, its moans filling the air with an eerie sense of dread.

I dodged through alleyways and side streets, trying to lose the creature in the maze of the town’s backstreets. But it was too clever for that, and it always seemed to find me.

Finally, exhausted and out of breath, I stumbled into an abandoned building. I barricaded the doors as best I could, hoping to keep the zombie out.

But it was too late. The creature had already broken through the window and was now inside with me.

I held my knife up, ready to fight until the bitter end. The zombie lurched towards me, its arms outstretched, and I knew that this was it.

With a scream of terror, I plunged my knife into the creature’s chest. It let out one final moan before collapsing to the ground, lifeless once again.

I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that I had survived this terrifying encounter. But as I looked around the ruined building, I realized that there were more zombies out there, waiting for their chance to strike.

And so began my long night of horror, fighting off wave after wave of undead monsters with nothing but my trusty knife to keep me alive.

Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.

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