The zombies came in hoards. Hundreds of them swimming up the channel that separated the two towns. Mindlessly wandering towards her hiding spot! She couldn’t hold them back much longer. She tried to breath but it was difficult. The air didnt seem to be reaching her lungs. They were going to eat all her marshmallows! One of the zombies had found her! It smiled, blood lazily drizzling down from its mouth. It had no teeth.

She tried to hold in a scream. Zara picked up the pitchfork and jabbed it at the zombie’s face. One of its eyes fell half way down its face. The hole teeming with blood. The other eye had a gash splitting the eye in two.

ArianaRose

I’m hoping to become a writer, playwright & novelist. I'm also considering becoming a Historian or librarian at this stage in life. I'm looking for opportunities in performance writing and publishing short stories in literary magazines. I study English and Creative Writing at university.