was surrounded.
Not sure what to do, I decided to shoot my way through; cut ting a path and then make a run for it. I took aim and shot two of the undead and watched them explode. Before I could make my way to the gap, it was quickly filled with the undead. Despite being fired at, the next four undead just kept walking forward.
A large , smashing noise came from behind me; I had to look. I turned around to see my good friend Mark smashing down the garage door. Mark was a half-giant, and why, when humans met him, they didn’t know this, always amazed me.
“This way, Mark,” I yelled. With my friend, I felt like I might get out of this alive.
Mark looked over at me then said, “Aaron, we’ve got to get out of here.”
“Just thinking the same thing, Mark,” I fired two more rounds and blew up three undead.
“Two for one, nice shooting,” Mark yelled this as he rushed in front of me.
Mark ran toward the gap that I had made and the undead poured in behind me. I ran behind Mark as he smashed the undead out of his way. I fired two more rounds behind us and took down some of the undead chasing us.
If I counted right, there was one bullet left in my gun. The thought was starting to worry me, but we broke through the crowd of undead. I ran behind Mark as we headed down the street, but we were heading in the opposite direction of my house.
I never thought of Mark as being fast before, but with his long legs, he flew across the ground. He was such a big guy with short brown hair and a goatee. He always wore glasses that looked too small for his face, but, despite his size, he was the friendliest guy I knew. And even his appearance seemed unthreatening, but to watch him toss the undead out of his way was something else to behold.
He headed straight into a local park and then continued into the forest. I tried to follow but the branches and trees grabbed at my clothes. As mark ran, the tree branches snapped loudly as he pushed his way through.
Out of brea th, I said, “Mark…wait! wait up!”
I didn’t have enough air. I had been running full out and could not yell above a whisper. I felt my foot catch a tree root and landed on my knee hard. “AAaa aa!!” I put my hand over my mouth and winced in pain.
Mark w as crashing through the forest. It would take a mighty sound for him to hear me over the racket he was already making. Then the sounds quickly became quieter as he moved away from me. I stood up and listened.
I heard nothing. Hop efully I had gotten away; I planned to work a large circle back to my house. I prayed that my family was ok.
I limped out of the woods and into the quiet park. I decided to cross the park and work my way down a block or so, then circle my way back to my house. I only had one bullet left and couldn’t afford to run into another group of undead.
I had just passed the play set when I heard the sound of a swing. When I turned and looked, an empty swing moved up and down. The air was still, and so were all the other swings.
I spun around, behind me stood a girl. While pointing my gun at her, I took in the sight in front of me. There stood a pretty young lady with long black hair. Wearing a long overcoat with tall boots. The edges of her black dress hung below the overcoat with a red pattern around the bottom of the dress. Her makeup was hard to make out in the light, but appeared to be black eye liner with red lipstick. It was the eyes; the eyes told me what she was.
Her eyes were as blue as the sky, but too large to be human. I had never met or seen a vampire before, but I knew what to look for. If I stared into the eyes, she would hypnotize me; I had to kill her fast. I fired my last bullet.
The slide of my gun was now in the open position, showing me I was out of bullets. My target was gone.
“You missed,” stated a voice from behind me. Her voice was gentle and inviting. She was close enough for me to feel her breath. It was as cold as the air outside. I had heard how
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