jessiet6

 It had been hours since there was any sign of danger from the city, and it was now getting late. Lindsay stared at a building in front of her, smiling as she saw a display case that was still intact. She walked towards the display window, and slowly reached her arm out in front of her, as if what she saw wasn’t there. A beautiful gun was held in the case, a PSG1, a German specialty police rifle, she couldn’t believe her eyes. “I could so pull this look off…” She whispered as she carefully picked the rifle from the case. She began to turn it around, inspecting it to make sure there were no damages on it. When she was

 She walked down the long street with so much confidence. She was ready to take on the world, and at any moment, she might have to. The way she moved, you would think she didn’t have a care in the world. You would think that, at least, until you look at the world around her. Cars overturned, rusting away, lying dormant for months. Blood painted the sidewalks, illustrating the story that took place. Store windows were destroyed, the merchandise stripped from it’s display cases. But in the middle of the destruction, this young beauty lightened the streets, an angel in the ruins of Hell. As she walked, she took in everything around

“I’ll grab the chairs if you grab the stereo!” I called out the window of my apartment. “Joe said he’ll get the CD and Max is bringing some random crap!” Random crap, definitely important. We’ve been planning this night for about 3 years, and that’s all we knew, chairs, music, and random crap. So imperfect, but then again, that’s us, our group. Imperfect. “You got it! I’ll get it now!” Kaitlyn called back to me. She turned around and ran to her apartment, happy and anxious for today. Who wouldn’t be excited? I mean, it is “the end of the world” today! December 22nd,

“C’mon! I’ll take you all on!” I screamed, as an attacking horde of these satanic beings began to close in on me. “I got enough bullets for all of ‘ya!” Completely surrounded by these walking corpses, I am not dying without a fight! We survived this long on instinct and luck, but we knew sacrifices had to be made eventually. Well, this is mine. While these things are distracted by me, the others can escape and hopefully get as far away from here as possible. Our survival today is just a big puzzle, and this is my piece. I fired 6 shots into the horde, as precise as I could get at this point. To my surprise