FOREWORD: This is just a short story I cooked up while studying for my chinese Os. I know. i should be doing chinese but i gotta RELAX man. It's a recount of this Roysten Philmore dude(some random guy i created) Okay, anyway, enjoy!
P.S. Pardon any gramatical errors or fragments!
I was one of the immunes. Many people would probably feel that it would be a privilege to be like me – to remain human while everyone else was bleeding to death and reanimating into a whole new being. But sometimes, I really wish I was part of the living dead. The horror and the trauma I had to go through was unimaginable, like nothing on earth. I am sure the rest of the immunes would probably feel like that at some point of their desperate struggle to outwit, outlive and resist the living dead.
I can say apart from ground zero, the infection in the parking lot can be considered catastrophic. When the warning was blared through the audio systems of the mall, everyone panicked and rushed to their cars, in hopes of escaping the infection. The army proved futile in their attempts to quarantine the mall as the situation was beyond control. Even the soldiers themselves succumbed to the virus. Many of the people who fled to their cars were already infected and either collapsed on their way or passed out halfway in their car. Then, they just bled, from every opening of their body. Their mouths, their eyes, their ears, even their anuses. It is a wonder how the super virus had such an immediate effect on its host. I was part of the crowd, attempting to escape from the chaos. But I was overwhelmed by the stampeding panic-stricken people. I remembered a barrage of shoes battering my face and every part of my body before I went out cold.
It had probably been hours before I woke up to the continuous blare car honks. My mind was still in a blur and I could hardly think straight. I struggled to get up on my feet and realised I suffered rather painful bruises all over my body and my face was especially battered and swollen. Then as I stood unsteadily, I was awakened to the carnage that surrounded me. Bodies were littered everywhere, cars were overturned and crashed. Some who passed out while in their cars slammed head first onto the car honk and stayed at that position, lifelessly. The dim eerie lightings of the parking lot revealed the crimson pools that filled the floor.
Suddenly, something caught the corner of my eye. Something moving in the wreck. I turned around and saw someone struggling to get on his feet and uttering some unintelligible noises. The first thing that went into my mind wasn’t a reanimating corpse. Instead, I thought he was just another survivor like me. Instinctively, I rushed forward to help the man but realised something was terribly wrong when he turned and stared at me. His face was paler than any ordinary human, his bloodshot eyes suspended lifelessly in his eye sockets and I could see bloodstains everywhere. On his cheeks, on his clothes, his ears, everywhere. He raised his mangled hand out toward me and moaned. That was my very first encounter with the living dead and that moan still echoes in my head. It was just the start of my nightmare. All of a sudden, I started hearing banging noises from behind me. I turned around and stared into a stalling SUV and was greeted with a spine chilling sight. Children with the same lifeless expressions were slamming their little fists on the backseat windows, smearing their bloodstained handprints on the glass. It seemed as if they were trying to reach out for me. Then, many other things started moving in the parking lot. And making noises.
