Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The sound of a heavy object stricking pavement could be hear for quite a distance. "Zack! Zack! Zack!! Zack! For the love of God and all things Holy! Zack, it's dead already!", yelled a boy about Zacks age, as he watched Zack pounding what was once a zombies head into the ground with a metal bat. Zack continued to swing. Eventually the boy grabbed on to the bat when Zack raised it, preparing for his next swing. "Dude! It's ****ing dead! You can stop with the bat now.", he said.
He looked at the corpse, and the puddle of goo that was once a head. "Yeah, I guess it looks dead...", he admitted, lowering the bat. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and looked around at all the dead zombies. "So... you get the smokes I asked you for, Kyle?", he asked.
Kyle nodded. "Yeah... hey, wasn't Mike with you?", he asked.
Zack sighed. "He... fell behind.", he said. He noticed a mark on Kyle hand that looked like a bite... he may have 'fallen behind' too. "Kyle. how long have we known each other?", he asked.
Kyle stopped to think for a moment. "Shit, man, it's been, like, 8 years now? Why d'ya ask?", he asked.
Zack sighed. "No reaso- Oh shit Kyle look out!", he yelled, pointing in the other direction.
Kyle turned immediately, but didn't see anything... "Zack, what are you seein' ma-"he began to say, uit was interupted by a loud bang. He spun around, falling to the ground, face up. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Zack shook his head. "Sorry, mate, but it's better you die a man, than as one of them...", he said, and he knelt down and began searching his friend's remains for supplies. After removing all of the useful items on the body, he stood up, when he thought he noticed Kyle's hand twitching. He immediately reached for the metal bat.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack...
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