Genre: Mystery
Twenty years ago, a mysterious infection gripped the entire
world, turning ordinary people into vicious cannibals. Until now, the
pain, anguish, fears and losses suffered have been kept concealed by
those too broken to relive their terrible ordeal.
While trying to escape his home of Pittsburgh, which had succumbed to
the infection, young writer, Matt Everett, documented his harrowing
struggle to keep both himself and his friends alive, while traveling
across the country in search of safety and answers.
He did all of this to both preserve his sanity and describe the awful
truth about a time when humanity was almost wiped out, for any future
generations that may somehow exist.
This is that story. This is the truth. This is the world’s ‘Written Reckoning’.
I hit the top of the truck twice with my hand. “Just go!” I
shouted back, still standing on the truck. There wasn’t time to get
down.
Amber hit the gas as I kept shooting those nearest the truck,
struggling to keep my balance while doing so. We weren’t moving very
fast due to the abandoned cars surrounding us. Some of the Rots had
caught up with us, we were that slow.
“Matt, look out!” I heard Danielle scream through the back window. I
turned to see two Rots climbing onto the back of the truck to join me. I
shot them before they could make it. They fell, still hanging over the
truck, blood pouring from their heads. More of them were gaining on us,
not that they had to move that fast. We were still surrounded by cars as
we tried to get away.
I saw another Rot making its way onto the truck. I took aim but let
out an exasperated shriek when, to my horror, the gun didn’t release a
bullet, instead it just clicked; it was empty.
“Shit! Guys, I’m out of ammo!” I shouted.
But there was nothing they could do. If we stopped we’d be over-run in seconds.
“Just hang in there, Matt!” Darry yelled back.
That was much easier said than done. The Rot had made its way on board with me now.
“Crap!” I stood up, ready to fight it off. We locked arms as if it
was a wrestling match and he tried to bring his bloodied mouth towards
me, snapping his sordid teeth in anticipation. He was a strong fucker.
He managed to push me over to the floor, which caused me to smash my arm
against the side of the truck. I cried out as I felt the sharp edge
slide into my skin.
I could hear the others screaming in fear for me from inside the
truck. As soon as I was down, the Rot jumped on top of me, sensing an
opportunity. I fought with everything I had to keep his mouth away from
me, trying to punch and kick him off me. The truck had started speeding
up now. We were out of the traffic but still not safe, the hordes of
Rots were still chasing us. But for now, my only problem was getting
this one off me.
Everything else faded from my concentration as the world around me
ceased to exist. I reached around next to me for a weapon to use. All of
the guns were inside the truck, but I felt around anyway, which meant I
only had one free arm to keep him away from my face. As I kept
searching with my hand, I felt a cold bar-like thing under my fingers
and brought it up to the Rot’s head. I swung it towards him, missing a
few times and even almost hitting myself. But on the next try, I got it
right. I managed to hit him hard enough for him to roll off me, I
quickly stood up.
He got back up and just kept coming for more. I pushed him against
the edge of the truck, trying desperately to throw him off but I didn’t
have enough strength. I could feel the blood making its way down my arm
from my fresh wound.
Once the Rot noticed it, he began to go even crazier. Maybe he could
smell the blood; making him want it even more. What a sight this would
be for any passers-by, I thought. Man vs. Zombie on the back of a moving
truck—just a bit of light entertainment.
At this point, we must have been far enough away from the rest of the
Rots for Amber to feel it was safe to stop the truck. She put the
brakes on hard, causing me to lose balance and fall over again. And
again the Rot jumped on me, he wasn’t giving up. This time though, Joey
and Darry were able to help. They got up on the truck with us and
dragged the vicious thing off me, throwing it off the truck to the hard
concrete road. As it stood up again, Darry aimed to shoot it. He shot it
through the shoulder, not its head so it’s just kept going. Both he and
Joey tried but couldn’t aim at its head properly.
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A.L. Parker is a writer and novelist just getting ready to release
her first book, ‘Written Reckoning’. She has been published in Rock
Sound magazine and on various music and gaming websites and currently
writes for TrophiesonPSN.com. When not writing, Amy can be found
listening to music too loud, watching hockey (LET’S GO PENS!) or playing
video games. She also has a keen interest in horror, especially zombies
and loves reading graphic novels and anything written by Hunter
S.Thompson.
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Wednesday, April 9, 2014
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