The waves crashed against the boat. The boat moved raggedly with each break. Its sails hurled left and right in the wind. Lisa sat in the boat crying while Jesse used a bucket to empty the water that was rapidly filling the boat. David adjusted the sails to counter the wind.

Lisa wiped away her tears. It was her fault to begin with. They were escaping from camp. Zombies had infected their classmates. There were only a few (less than 100) who were immune from the bite.

“They are still following us.” Said David.
“How do you know that? Lisa asked.
“I can smell them.” David replied.
“How can zombies have a smell?” Lisa wondered.
“They smell like death.” David said, sighing.
“Sounds absolutely horrid.” Lisa cried.

Rose on the Horizon An online portfolio of an emerging writer and proofreader.

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.