She was surrounded.
The zombies had escaped from the trap.
Lisa was freaking out. She was in the middle of the zombie circle.
How was she going to get her away?
Her friends had let her out of the boat to get a drink from the nearby fountain.
Why did it always happen to her? She had the worse luck ever!
One of the zombies moved forward. It smelled like decay and trash.

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.