Surviving Beyond The Zombie Apocalypse - Plot & Excerpts
An ashen face of what used to be a boy of about ten pressed into the passenger window. The glass smashed and distorted the shell’s features. What might have been either a smile or a sneer was squashed into a twisted grin. Like the eyes of all the shells, these dead orbs seemed to stare right past me. Still, something about the face held my gaze. The face continued to slide around against the glass until the nose got pushed upward. A smile came to my lips as I realized why the shell had captured my attention. The face became that of Kenny Morgan, my best friend in fifth grade. He slid his nose on the glass until it got pushed upward and then began making pig noises. I had to laugh. “C’mon!” Kenny called. “Let’s play some catch.” I remembered the hours we used to spend in the field at school, throwing a baseball back and forth until our arms ached.
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