When the dead do come out to the bells

[uziel]

((I love irony of all sorts!))
Barbara walked from the church to the cemetery out back with her brother. They had come out here every sunday since she had died. It was ironic that this was not only the day her mother died on since the date three years ago, but it was also her birthday. Since then Barbara never liked celebrating her birthday.

"Why couldn't we skip it today? I wanted to spend at least one birthday without feeling bad and depressed," Barbara asked.

"We made a vow. We'll only be a few minutes. Besides, mom's still with us, so she'll be happy that you're having a fun birthday this time!" her brother said.

"You weren't the one who whacked her in the head with the pinata bat that caused her untimely death."

"You know, after so many times of visiting her without bursting in tears, you would think you would feel better about all of this. It was an accident. Mom would want you to have fun. Besides, if she could she would join you for your birthday!"

"I think she's about to..." Barbara said in a scared tone.

"That's the spirit!" her brother said, not noticing the fear in her voice. He realized she was staring at something. He turned his head towards what she was staring at and saw that their mother's corpse was digging its way out of its grave. They looked around and found that there were walking corpses all over the place, walking right towards them. They looked towards the street and saw people running from one another. Some were unlucky enough to be caught can were eaten alive by dead friends and loved ones. Without a word, they ran as fast as they could, as far as they could. They came up to a house and opened it up and ran inside. They were panting heavily as they held the door shut. The turned and sighed, eyes closed. When they opened them they saw a man and his wife and daughter coming at them. They never really stood a chance anyways.

 

[Dresnar]

Barbara screamed as the rotting corpses pounded on the door. Being the big brother he was, Johnny searched around for a weapon to protect his sister with. He found an old antique shotgun hanging on the wall, however, finding ammunition wouldn't be as easy.

As Barbara held the door shut, the corpses started to encircle the house, banging on the windows and moaning. From outside screams of the living could be heard but quickly vanished. Suddenly, after ripping out all of the drawers and cuboards, Johnny found a pack of cartidges.

"We're in luck Barabra! We actually have a chance at staying alive!", said Johnny gleefully.

"Johnny don't be an idiot, there are at least a hundred of those things out there..and growing.", said Barbra. As she noticed a 30 year old woman with bite marks up and down her neck and arms clawing at the window.

"Barbra, we're not getting out of this hell-hole without a fight, and I don't know about you but I'm going to survive, I don't won't to become one of those...things out there.",said Johnny with grotesque.

"Johnny just shut up..SHUT UP! It's your fault we had to come here! I'm not going to die...i'm not going to be...eaten!..Now we have to stick together or we're both dead. I agree though, we need to get out of this death-trap and find survivors.", said Barbra estasticly.

Right then the windows started to break, with little ammo Johnny fired at the corpses, but nothing happened. Barbra screamed as one of them grabbed Johnny.

 

[welsh]

Bruce saw his first zombies from the front seat of his truck. A sedan had pulled over and the occupants, a couple were being pulled out by what looked like an angry mob.

Bruce couldn't tell if the couple being attacked were black or white from a distance. As he got closer he still couldn't tell. But he could plainly see that they were being consumed. One of the two was stretched out over the hood, his (or her) stomach had been ripped open and the mob seemed to be pulling out the intestines.

He hadn't even tapped the break as his big truck had rolled through the mob.

He had tried the C.B but it was either full of static or of voices describing the most horrible things. Homes under seige by crazed neighbors, people trying to escape in their cars. Trucks blocked in roadways and then going off the air.

Nearly a dozen miles down the road, he had pulled into a raodside dinner to call it in to the police. He hadn't even turned off the truck when the door opened up and people were running out. Their hands and mouths were splattered with blood. One, a woman, had climbed up on the door, as he had gotten the truck moving again. The window had shattered under woman's fist and she had tried to pull him out by his arm as the truck had started moving. But he had already taken out his tire iron and had hit the woman across her face. Still she held on, her teeth bare, trying to bite into his arm. Twice more he had hit her until she had fallen off, but not before almost forcing him off the road.

He had continued to drive towards the nearest town, but as he got nearer, the carnage grew worse. Plumes of smoke rose across the horizon as fires burned out of control. He could see people being run down by others who fell upon them and tore them apart.

Cars in wrecks piling up on the road, blocking transit. By then there was nearly no CB traffic at all.

There would be no help from the police.

He turned his truck around and headed out. Where? He didn't no. Someplace quiet, out of the way. Some place safe. Where he could hunker down and wait until help could arrive.

Because sooner or later help would arrive.

It couldn't be going on everywhere.

No this had to be a localized event. Something in the water maybe. Something sprayed in the air that made people crazy.

Yeah.

Just wait for it to end. THings will be ok.
Just need a place to hide out.

If only he wasn't nearly out of diesel.

The truck was sputtering on fumes when he came to the farmhouse.

 

[uziel]

As soon as Johnny had gotten the shotgun loaded, both zombies had their heads shot. When they hit the ground, a scrawny, hansome young man was holding up a pistol with a silencer.
"I see you found my summer home, as did they and everyone else outside. It isn't safe here, but we can't leave. The back exit is full of them, too and I had to barricade the underground exit to prevent any from getting in that way. We're surrounded."
He held out his hand.
"I'm Mouse, the famous thief."