Nav Logan's Blog - Posts Tagged "zombies"
Normal Services Cancelled
I crept down the tracks and into the station; my shotgun cocked and ready. There were no signs of life that I could detect, but dusk was not far away. An underlying reek of rotting flesh permeated the broken platform, but I couldn’t detect the source of the stench.
Somewhere, amidst the broken clutter that inhabited the platform, or within its surrounding buildings they were lurking. In the nearby darkness, the zombies would be hiding ... waiting for the sun to give up the ghost and flee.
Then, the world would belong to them.
I needed someplace secure to hide.
Somewhere, amidst the broken clutter that inhabited the platform, or within its surrounding buildings they were lurking. In the nearby darkness, the zombies would be hiding ... waiting for the sun to give up the ghost and flee.
Then, the world would belong to them.
I needed someplace secure to hide.
Mr Wentworth’s Zombie Attack
The zombies battered against the shutters of the greengrocers, where Samuel Wentworth, and his wife Celia, hid amidst the crates of fruit and vegetables.
The shutters creaked, groaned, and gave way under the combined weight of the horde. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the undead stumbled into the store.
Grunting and sniffing loudly, they sought out their prey.
Soon, one of the undead raised his club and brought it down with a hollow thud.
His fellows gathered around and soon they were all feasting.
Grimy hands dipped into the shattered husk and gobbled up the red sticky goo. Apparently, zombies love watermelons.
The shutters creaked, groaned, and gave way under the combined weight of the horde. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the undead stumbled into the store.
Grunting and sniffing loudly, they sought out their prey.
Soon, one of the undead raised his club and brought it down with a hollow thud.
His fellows gathered around and soon they were all feasting.
Grimy hands dipped into the shattered husk and gobbled up the red sticky goo. Apparently, zombies love watermelons.
