All Blog Posts Tagged 'blood' (67)

(Hello again! It has been quite time since my last story and i have joined the army due to hard times, and finally got internet after almost 2 years, let me try and get the creative juices flowing again with Private, Pop Red Smoke)

 It was with a heavy sigh that Private Stonewood thought about all he could be doing, and none of it evolved being on staff duty.

 I could drinking, at the strip club on billy goat hill, hell i could even be in my room…

ive been writing on thiis site since i was 13. i'm nearly 18 and kick ass as shit. i got experien ce under my belt, I have weapons great enough to blow an infected into next fuckin tuesday. I can give you a round up of all thats happened so far. I was 13 and witnessed a friend who had become one of them, he nearly killed me and i escaped with no help. I soon realized that my home in North Carolina was no longer safe enough to stay and i convinced my family to break down the barriers we had…

Whether you dream by day, or dream by night; you will without a doubt have dreams. Even in this land of death. It is up to you to make those dreams come true, or simply let them pass away quietly.

Being the dreamer that I am has never ceased to cause grief, heartache, or misfortune. I have experienced more of these three ridiculous facts of dreams than I care to recall. That hasn't stopped me from dreaming. It never will. Why should one simply stop doing what their mind wants to do?…

I sat smoking my last cigar, it was a cuban I had found on a zombie and saved. The hood of my truck was warm from the

sun, even though it was chilly out, it is upstate New York in december, after all. My group was overrun at our compound, I

escaped in one of the trucks but everyone else is either dead or undead. We never saw it coming, in the dead of night

suddenly there were thousands around our fences, we shot, burned, smashed, and crushed every undead head we…

We walked into a house a few months ago, only to find what looked like an abandoned lab, shamblers and pieces of them

everywhere,some sewn on to others. one had eight arms. It was disgusting, but the worst part was the pen, the pen they

kept thefood for the experiments in. you could see them, emaciated corpses, probably died from dehydration. Women,

children,even infants. It made me vomit up the only food I had eaten that day. I pray to God the people responsible…

Witness statement to the events at ground zero.

Name: protected

Age: protected

It was all so quick. It looked like two of the refugees were jumping somebody, I was in the watch tower when it happened. several of the guards ran out to stop them but... It didn't quite work out as planned. They grabbed the two and pulled them off of the woman on the ground, or at least what was left of her. One of the infected quickly squirmed out of one of the guard's grip, turned, and had…

Oh, Sweet paranoia.

Fill me with your fear

Entangle my brain with irrational thoughts

Engorge my heart with frantic blood

Fill my lungs with bated breathe

Make my trigger finger twitch with hysteria 

I invite you to come and keep me company, because you are the only company I have.

I always wondered what the end of time would be like. Would it be a bomb blast from some enemy from a foreign land? A food shortage causing mass panic? Locusts? A global flood? Any of those would be a welcome reality as opposed to what was and had actually happened. Several months ago a chemical outbreak, or so we were told, had taken place two hundred miles North of Atlanta in a place called Oak Ridge, Tennessee. News sources said that the outbreak was contained and people had nothing to…

"Seriously?" Carlos called to me from the front of the store. "More soda?"

"Don't judge me kid," I called back. "I'm a man, and men have needs."

I was browsing the refrigerator aisle, looking for a few bottles of Vanilla Coke, when I heard the shattering of glass back towards the front of the store. I…

Not one, not two but three were there

With ill intent and vacant stares

Like hungry lions upon a gazelle  

They chased their prey until she fell

They tore through skin, ate flesh and bone

I sat and watched this all alone

Behind a tree I hid in wait

Would mine be such a grizzly fate

If I run, they might pursue me

But if I don’t they will consume me

Now’s my chance I don’t look back

I run like hell down this beaten…

I had just sat down on the couch, and turned the television on to watch Nightmare On Elm St. I had the popcorn popped, a glass bottle of Dr Pepper, and the comfy blanket my mom gave me when I was 12. I was on my own this weekend, which was really a big deal for me. I had only been 16 for acouple of months, and  before now mom and dad had only let me stay by myself for acouple of hours. This was the whole weekend, but unlike a lot of guys my age I wasn't having a party. All my friends…

My location: still holding up in the abandoned house for the time being, can`t stay here any longer, although got to recuperate before I head on.

The path will be beyond rough and close to nightmarish, my survival is still in question, a question I am unable to soothe my racing mind, unable to stop the shakes, I’m still shaking from adrenalin and fear!

Dammit! I’m writing a survival journal of sorts and my hand can’t stop shaking, I hear howling moans in the distance it makes…

noah drifted off to sleep before locking the door. And he woke to being eaten alive, Itzhak ran in and shot most of them off but it was too late. he walked right up to noah and shot him in the head. "no use to have another runner" he said. he searched noahs body and took the ammo and water. "fuck him...FUCK HIM!" he kicks his body and shoots it again. He walks to the kitchen and puts the gun to his head and prays in arabic"…