Quote (furbyjs @ Dec 1 2012 09:37pm)
Okay guys, I'm getting really excited, coming up with all these new ideas xD
But I still have no middle ground to get from the intro to where the main story takes off. Here's a little preview of the rest of the story, if I ever finish it lol
Running from those things, I lock myself in the small armory. The tiny room almost immediately fills with a thick white fog. I suddenly feel dizzy and fall, slamming my head against a gun rack on my way to the floor.
It must be some sort of chemical gas as I’m paralyzed, able to only slightly move my aching head. The solid steel door somehow creaks open. I must not have shut and locked it completely. I crane my neck in an attempt to view that which opened the door. However, it remained out of sight. I can hear footsteps, a sliding noise followed by a sickening crunch every time pressure is applied to the ankle. One is approaching me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I can do aside from play dead, but even that won’t help me. A meal is a meal, live or dead. A damp, clammy hand drops over my nose and mouth, the smell is so horrid and indescribable. My head is jerked sideways, past the point I couldn't turn on my own. The thing appears to be staring straight at me, but I can’t tell as its eyes are nothing but sockets, one with an optic nerve still dangling past the crooked nose. I stare into the looming darkness for ages. I close my own eyes and almost immediately feel its rotted teeth closing on my neck.
/e I would also like to say that I just wrote this, so it hasn't been completely checked for quality/errors etc. beyond Word's spell check.
Thanks for reading ; )
Sounds good!
Sounds like a gruesome fate is about to happen. Would be a crazy twist if by some means the zombie is really just a man with his eye dangling out of his head cause of an accident and he just didnt have the nerve to rip it or cut it out himself and when he was going down for your neck he was realy coming for your mouth cause he thought you had shortness of breath because of the gas in the room.( Maybe he thought he was going for his neck because he saw what he saw and kept his eyes close. My father said to me once.... When a horror scene happens and they dont show it happening...Your mind allows you to make up whatever horrible thing is going on in there and your mind goes beyond anything that could be shown.)