was on soon and it looked like she would miss it.
The frightened woman heard faint thumping against the wall as the screeching voice of the neighbour shouted his disgust at the racket coming from her house. The last few words to enter Mary’s eardrums were: “Keep the fucking noise down.”
Mary stood up again, but on this occasion remained dazed. The zombie lashed out with the blade again, leaving more stinging cuts on her face. She was left with blurred, watery vision. Mary pleaded with the assailant to stop but felt helpless trying to protect herself. She’d no idea where the beast was going to strike next. She swung her fists to hopefully catch the creature with a lucky punch but an abnormal hand reached out, gripping her jaw. Mary’s body was pushed backwards until her head smacked loudly against the wall above the fireplace. The blade closed in again but this time didn’t slash her, instead, it slowly rested on the tip of her nose, allowing Mary to feel the coldness of the rusty blade against her skin. If there was a time when she wanted to see her husband, this was it. Mary couldn’t stop herself from urinating on the carpet as she cried and pleaded for her life. Fear had a way of making this happen.
With a swift movement of the blade, the knife sectioned away the edge of Mary’s nose. Blood gushed down over her mouth and chin before eventually soaking into her blouse. She sobbed frantically now. The agony was too much for her. She remained stiff and crying. The zombie gazed at the fountain of red stuff, producing an evil smile just before its ferocious, tasteless teeth crunched into the rest of her nose. The zombie seemed satisfied with this meal.
The excited creature licked blood away from Mary’s face. She felt the roughness of the shrivelled tongue as it brushed away the red juices from the wound. The zombie let go of her, but the bitten off feature was crunched between its teeth. Mary watched in horror. She collapsed to the floor in extreme agony and fainted. The zombie smiled again, taking advantage of the situation. The sadistic fiend moved in to feast on her before she could recover.
NINE
The crazy, mad killer staggered along the country lane with fresh blood soaked into the crusty mud patches of the worn away clothing, giving the beast more colour. It wasn’t bothered where it went. It was now on a journey to anywhere.
An engine roared in the distance, increasing as the seconds ticked by. The monster’s head lifted slightly, its one good eye scanning the vicinity for the direction of the sound, but a bend in the road prevented the creature from seeing the large, Volvo truck heading in its direction. The noise grew louder, unsettling the zombie. It wasn’t sure of what it was going to do next, so turned around in an attempt to escape. The driver blasted the horn repeatedly as the truck neared. This confused the zombie even more. It placed its hands on its head, turned around again and faced the vehicle.
The driver shouted. “Get out of the fucking way.”
The zombie remained like a statue, not processing what the man said. The lorry braked, screeching along the road, the tyres imprinting black transfers into the previously quiet, country lane. The truck crashed into the zombie with extreme force, exploding the body on impact. The head severed from the neck and landed in the path of the moving, front wheels, while dismembered pieces of body splattered against the windscreen, leaving chunks of flesh, body organs, and blood on the machine’s bodywork.
Pure shock hit the driver. He was lucky not to have lost control of the truck. As soon as it settled to a stop he climbed down and headed for the carnage. The sight made the man’s stomach feel very unsettled and he was close to being violently sick. Upon moving away from the splattered mess, returned to his vehicle and contacted the police. He remained in his seat after the call, staring into space while waiting for someone to arrive.
Five minutes
The frightened woman heard faint thumping against the wall as the screeching voice of the neighbour shouted his disgust at the racket coming from her house. The last few words to enter Mary’s eardrums were: “Keep the fucking noise down.”
Mary stood up again, but on this occasion remained dazed. The zombie lashed out with the blade again, leaving more stinging cuts on her face. She was left with blurred, watery vision. Mary pleaded with the assailant to stop but felt helpless trying to protect herself. She’d no idea where the beast was going to strike next. She swung her fists to hopefully catch the creature with a lucky punch but an abnormal hand reached out, gripping her jaw. Mary’s body was pushed backwards until her head smacked loudly against the wall above the fireplace. The blade closed in again but this time didn’t slash her, instead, it slowly rested on the tip of her nose, allowing Mary to feel the coldness of the rusty blade against her skin. If there was a time when she wanted to see her husband, this was it. Mary couldn’t stop herself from urinating on the carpet as she cried and pleaded for her life. Fear had a way of making this happen.
With a swift movement of the blade, the knife sectioned away the edge of Mary’s nose. Blood gushed down over her mouth and chin before eventually soaking into her blouse. She sobbed frantically now. The agony was too much for her. She remained stiff and crying. The zombie gazed at the fountain of red stuff, producing an evil smile just before its ferocious, tasteless teeth crunched into the rest of her nose. The zombie seemed satisfied with this meal.
The excited creature licked blood away from Mary’s face. She felt the roughness of the shrivelled tongue as it brushed away the red juices from the wound. The zombie let go of her, but the bitten off feature was crunched between its teeth. Mary watched in horror. She collapsed to the floor in extreme agony and fainted. The zombie smiled again, taking advantage of the situation. The sadistic fiend moved in to feast on her before she could recover.
NINE
The crazy, mad killer staggered along the country lane with fresh blood soaked into the crusty mud patches of the worn away clothing, giving the beast more colour. It wasn’t bothered where it went. It was now on a journey to anywhere.
An engine roared in the distance, increasing as the seconds ticked by. The monster’s head lifted slightly, its one good eye scanning the vicinity for the direction of the sound, but a bend in the road prevented the creature from seeing the large, Volvo truck heading in its direction. The noise grew louder, unsettling the zombie. It wasn’t sure of what it was going to do next, so turned around in an attempt to escape. The driver blasted the horn repeatedly as the truck neared. This confused the zombie even more. It placed its hands on its head, turned around again and faced the vehicle.
The driver shouted. “Get out of the fucking way.”
The zombie remained like a statue, not processing what the man said. The lorry braked, screeching along the road, the tyres imprinting black transfers into the previously quiet, country lane. The truck crashed into the zombie with extreme force, exploding the body on impact. The head severed from the neck and landed in the path of the moving, front wheels, while dismembered pieces of body splattered against the windscreen, leaving chunks of flesh, body organs, and blood on the machine’s bodywork.
Pure shock hit the driver. He was lucky not to have lost control of the truck. As soon as it settled to a stop he climbed down and headed for the carnage. The sight made the man’s stomach feel very unsettled and he was close to being violently sick. Upon moving away from the splattered mess, returned to his vehicle and contacted the police. He remained in his seat after the call, staring into space while waiting for someone to arrive.
Five minutes
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