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Can you survive a Zombie Holocaust?

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Chapter #9

My Melissa.

    by: BlackMirror Author IconMail Icon
Melissa, beautiful Melissa. The way she dressed, how she acted, she was a living breathing statement of uniqueness over conformity. Her hair the color of amethyst, her face a painting of exuberance and beauty. A glow would always come off the both of you when you held in embrace. She was your muse, she was your everything. At least that's how you felt... You had to save her.

Four state police cars followed by three county squads? The wail of gunfire? Things were getting too intense. It was a small city, not a construct to scrape the sky, nor a diverse multitude of people to flood the streets. It was once a calm little area, but Adrian had a fire in it's belly, and it would take a lot of medicine to settle it.

You sit uncomfortably at your vehicle's helm, the leather upholster of your wheel stir's nervously under your tight grasp. A moment is all that is needed to make your decision. Trailing behind the police may be safe, but Melissa was more important. With an inhale, you took in all the courage your lungs could hold. Turning the wheel to the left, you make your way down the street at a slow cruise.

Odd, you expected rioters, but the streets were empty set aside rubble and debris. The street lights that tower above provide no illumination, go figure. The power of your head lights cut through the darkness, revealing a chaos swept illustration. Abandoned cars lay dormant on the streets, providing slight obstacles to avoid. Shrill screams flooded the air from a few blocks away and disheartening feel comes about you. This is unreal.

Melissa lives in the suburban area of the city. Taking the street you normally take presents you with a congregation of abandoned vehicles that blocks your path. A futile attempt to mar your rescue effort. There may be another street that leads to the suburbs, you may also pass the pile up on foot, her home is not far from here.

"What's the plan?" Adam asks, his voice weak at the thought of having to leave the safety of the car.
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