Ethan's untitled zombie short stories!

The altered mind.

As I look across the cold, dark prison cell, I can hear the moans of one of them outside of the bars. I haven't been able to sleep for the past two days because of this bastard. His nonstop moaning is starting to alter my mind. I think I am becoming insane. I can't stand to be confined in this cell for another week. My food supply is running low, and I can't feel much contact with my skin, because the cold is starting to numb it. I've been in here ever since this plague struck this prison two weeks ago. I was playing basketball with my friends, when all of a sudden a gaurd comes up and bites my best friend. We held the gaurd back, but the other gaurds came and beat us all to the ground. Jared and I were able to make it to this cell, and wedge it shut with a cro bar. Jared died two days ago. I killed him with my own two hands. He tried to eat the food...I couldn't let him do that. This food is mine, but now it is almost gone. I kind of wish I hadn't have hurt Jared, it gets a little lonely in here now. The voices keep me company though, but they don't visit too often anymore. The zombie outside of the cell moans again. I can't take this anymore. So I get up and take out the cro bar wedging the cell door shut. I open the cell door with force, and walk outside of it, to where the zombie is. I begin to bash in his skull. Soon breaking the skull, and causing blooded bits of bone to fly, and brain matter to spew. Maybe that will teach him to shut up. I feel quite hungry, so I walk over to the pile of rats I have collected and begin to chew on a fat one.
There can't possibly be any better food than this. I would take this over any of my favorite pasta..any time. I suddenly hear a lot of moans coming from down the hall. More than usual, sounds like about fifty-hundred zombies. Damn zombies, have to take all the fun away. I'll teach them. I grab the cro bar again and throw the rat down. I stomp out of my cell and face the crowd of undead, opposite my dead end of the hall way. I run at the zombies and begin to swing with my cro bar. I hit one on the side of the head, and it fell down. I could feel the others teeth crunching down on my arms, and my both sides of my neck. Ripping up strings epidermal, and muscle. I shouldn't have tried to hurt the zombies. I should have known better. They were annoying though, and I had to show them who was boss! I look at my intestines being torn out, and smile. Hahaha...zombies are funny, and weird. Blackness clouds my eyesight, and my brain goes dead as I enter an eternal sleep.

(I know there are some typos...bare with me! :) )The small town of Higbanks, was cold and silent that dark, cloudy night. The locals were all confined to their homes, and had the lights out by 8:00 P.M. Daniel West was working late at the Higbanks' Sheriff's Department. Daniel put down his pen, hand aching, and turned on the television. He flipped over to the local news, and sank down into his chair. "As you can see from our helicopter feed, there is a large riot going on in the streets of Telsa. If you are in the Telsa area please stay in your homes and take cover. The police force will have this under control within the hour. Back to your weather report with... ", Daniel didn't pay anymore attention to the anchorman on the local news. Instead he turned off the television, picked up his pen, and began to fill out some more papers. An hour passed and Daniel's hand was aching again. "God damnit. I swear, I'm going to get carpel tunnel if I continue to work here!", thought Daniel while getting up to go to the bathroom. Just as Daniel turned the door knob, he heard a knock on the front door. "What in the hell is someone up at nine o'clock in this town.", said Daniel as he walked over to the front door. He unlocked it and opened it for the person outside. "May I help you mam?", asked Daniel politely. The woman didn't reply, she just stood there, staring at Daniel's neck. "Mam...?", asked Daniel, with a tone of impatience. The woman hissed and opened her mouth. Daniel saw that her tongue had been ripped out and veins were hanging out, squirting blood. The crazed woman lunged forward and tore flesh, and meaty strings from Daniel's neck. Daniel screamed with agony and shoved the cannible to the pavement. He ran back inside and locked the doors. "What the fuck!", screamed Daniel, falling to the ground. He made his way over to the desk, holding his wound. He grabbed the first aid kit under the desk and patched up his bite.

His heart pounding, he grabbed his glock and made his way back over to the door. From what he could see the psychotic woman had wandered off. He grabbed the keys to the sheriff's car. He unlocked the door and hustled out of the sheriff's department, not even bothering to close the door behind him. The distraut cop nearly tripped as he reached the car. The zombie woman, plus 5 others were walking toward him fast from the other side of the street. Daniel quickly unlocked the door and got in. He closed to the driver side door just before the crazed people had reached it. Daniel quickly locked the doors, stuck the key into the ignition. He turned the key, and the engine roared to life. Daniel reversed out of the parking lot, knocking down all of the cannibles. He sped down the street. What he saw horrified him. People being randomly attacked by people that share the characteristics of the woman who attacked him only ten minutes ago. Just as Daniel was about to turn, a bloody man pushed a woman infront of the car, and leapt on top of her. Daniel ran over their heads, causing them to pop, and spread brain matter everywhere. Daniel didn't know what to do. He was never actually shot someone before. What if he had to do it? He would only do it unless absolutely necessary. He saw a helpless woman on the side of the road being attack by only one of the cannibles. Daniel thought that maybe he should help this one. He got out of the car and aimed his glock at the cannibles foot, scared to shoot him anywhere else. He pulled the trigger, and a loud bang emerged. The attacker's foot popped, but he still stood, attacking the woman.

He shot the attacker four more times before he went down. Even then, he was still grabbing at the woman's ankles. "Hurry in the car!" exclamed Daniel, while looking over his shoulder. The lady ran to the passenger side of the car, and Daniel hustled to the driver side. He sped off just as she had got in the car. They both took deep breaths before the silence was broken. "Thank you officer...He would have eaten me..just like they ate my daughter." sobbed the woman. "They ate your daughter?! You mean...alive?!", said Daniel in disgust. The woman just began to cry. "After they finished with her, she just...got up. Then she came and attacked me, just like those things did!" said the woman. "What is your name mam?", asked Daniel, as nice as he could. She clutched her chest and her face scrunched up. She screamed in agony and her eyes rolled back into her head. Daniel's eyes widened as he checked to see if she was still breathing. "Damnit!", said Daniel, stopping the car. He got out of the car, and stepped onto the empty bridge. He walked over to the passenger side door and opened it, intending to get the body out. Just as he opened the door, the woman that he assumed to be dead grasped his hand and bit his middle and index fingers, hard. Daniel screamed while his fingers dangled by the bone that was still attaching them to his hand. The cannibal woman got out of her car seat, and stumbled into Daniel, causing them both to lean against the wooden rail that supported the bridge. The rail snapped and they both came crashing down into the creek below. The woman crawled away within the hour. Daniel's body lay there, lifeless and cold. His eyes opened, and he got up somehow. Daniel saw what looked like 3 men, and two red trucks. Daniel couldn't control it, but he wanted to eat the men. "Yup...another one...get him boys!" said one of the men. The other two pulled out their hatchets and ran at Daniel. Daniel moaned, meaning to scream, but the two men were upon him in an instant. They bot swung their hatchets at Daniel's neck, severing his head. For Daniel, everything went black.