Hey guys, I've been working on this zombie story on and off for a while, and I was gonna give a sneak peak, and to see what you guys think of this page. Tell me what you think!
You go through the door, and it leads to the basement of this supposed gas station.
"Wow! There's tons of supplies here!"
There's food, water, guns, ammo, and gas. These are all quite important in an apocalyptic situation like so.
"It's too good to be true!" Sadly, it was too good to be true.
You feel a gun being put up to your head, and you are forced down to your knees.
"Who the hell are you?" a un-recognizable voice says.
" I-I don't want any trouble!"
" Who the FUCK are you?? You have 3 seconds!
Turn around and Bitch slap him.
You get up, and use your whole body to slap him in the face, but he reacts faster than you and hits you in the side of the head with his gun. You wake up blindfolded, and hear quiet voices talking. Seemingly about you.
"Is he infected?"
"No, I don't think so, his eyes seem to be fine."
"Alright. Should I untie him?"
"No, not yet. We need to question him first."
"Well ok. If you think that's what is best."
They stop shining the light into your eyes, and you take a few seconds to adjust your vision. You see a figure staring down at you. The figure gets face to face with you, and it's a man. He is African American, and quite tall with a great build. You should not mess with this guy.
"So." He says mockingly
"You comfortable?"
"Quite comfortable, actually. do you have any pillows for my neck? It's getting a bit stiff." The man smacks you with the meat hook he calls a hand. And "Loosens" your neck for sure. And whatever brains you had left.
"So, want to tell me what you were doing trying to steal our supplies?"
"Well, first of all, I wasn't stealing anything. As you can see, I got nothing. And second of all, is this how you treat all of your guests?"
"Normally we just shoot all of our "Guests" in the head for good measure, but as I see you make a bit of a difference. You haven't tried to bite my face off today. So I'm going to untie you. Sound like a plan?"
"Well it's about damn time." The man rolls his eyes and unties you. Man those ropes were tight. You grasp your wrists in pain, and eventually get over it.
"So, what's your name?" You look at him hesitantly.
"John. And yours?"
"Matthew. Most people call me Brick though."
"Well, Brick. Mind if we get out of this dark place? It's a bit depressing."
"Oh, um. About that. The others won't like you as much as I do, so try to be nice. When you're ready to come up, come up.
"Well alright. I'll be up soon."
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