E(X)cerpt-Sometimes We Ran 3
This is my sixteenth entry in the A-Z Blogging Challenge for April, and it happens to be X. X is hard, so I am going to cheat. Here's an e(X)cerpt from my work in progress Sometimes We Ran 3. It's rough, so I'm not responsible for misspellings, plot holes, terrible pacing, or bad words.:)
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We stood in the kitchen doorway, and got our first up-close look at Zombie-Boy. He stood before the stainless-steel refrigerator. The monster slammed himself into the large appliance over and over trying to attack his reflection. Sometimes he used his teeth and hands leaving smeary handprints on the steel. His frostbitten feet made squeaking noises on the marble floor.
I put away the flashlight, and drew my gun. Nothing fancy. Just kill the bastard. As if Elizabeth read my mind, she took cover behind the door frame and readied her weapon. She looked back at me, and I nodded. The kill was hers.
Before Elizabeth could pull the trigger and extinguish the zombie's spark, it lifted its head and took a deep, snarling sniff of the air. The zombie had caught our scent. After taking in few more gulps of air, it pinpointed our location and turned around. Zombie-Boy hunched over into attack position, and a low growl that made the hair stand up on my arm escaped his rotting lips.
“Shoot it, Liz!” I called out. At the same time, the Red-Eye pounced on us from the kitchen. It knocked me to the ground, with my gun coming out of my hand. It fell to the floor, and disappeared under the dining room table. I watched from the ground as Elizabeth retreated from the doorway, fumbling with her rifle. She hesitated as the zombie got near her, and she never raised her rifle or fired a shot. The zombie grabbed onto her jacket, and began to attack.
Elizabeth had hesitated. Her hesitation might have killed us both.
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On a side note, I had to step away from the A to Z Blogging challenge for a few letters. I did something to my shoulder and it hurt to type. It's also hard to type when there's an icebag attached to your shoulder.:)
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We stood in the kitchen doorway, and got our first up-close look at Zombie-Boy. He stood before the stainless-steel refrigerator. The monster slammed himself into the large appliance over and over trying to attack his reflection. Sometimes he used his teeth and hands leaving smeary handprints on the steel. His frostbitten feet made squeaking noises on the marble floor.
I put away the flashlight, and drew my gun. Nothing fancy. Just kill the bastard. As if Elizabeth read my mind, she took cover behind the door frame and readied her weapon. She looked back at me, and I nodded. The kill was hers.
Before Elizabeth could pull the trigger and extinguish the zombie's spark, it lifted its head and took a deep, snarling sniff of the air. The zombie had caught our scent. After taking in few more gulps of air, it pinpointed our location and turned around. Zombie-Boy hunched over into attack position, and a low growl that made the hair stand up on my arm escaped his rotting lips.
“Shoot it, Liz!” I called out. At the same time, the Red-Eye pounced on us from the kitchen. It knocked me to the ground, with my gun coming out of my hand. It fell to the floor, and disappeared under the dining room table. I watched from the ground as Elizabeth retreated from the doorway, fumbling with her rifle. She hesitated as the zombie got near her, and she never raised her rifle or fired a shot. The zombie grabbed onto her jacket, and began to attack.
Elizabeth had hesitated. Her hesitation might have killed us both.
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On a side note, I had to step away from the A to Z Blogging challenge for a few letters. I did something to my shoulder and it hurt to type. It's also hard to type when there's an icebag attached to your shoulder.:)
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