Hey there! Here’s my first short story about Yu-Gi-Oh duel monsters. The main characters aren’t in my stories but the duel monsters are. I plan on writing more stories of this nature in the future, exploring the world of duel monsters.
Word Count: 800
Yu-Gi-Oh Cards Featured: Zombie World, Mezuk, Gozuki & Uni-Zombie, Huaquero of The Golden Land
The world of The Duel Monsters was a unique one. Where various creatures existed living their day-to-day life.
It was split into 3 separate realms: The Living World, The Zombie World, and The Kingdom. None were allowed to traverse between these realms until their appointed time came.
Souls started in the realm of the living. If they lived righteous lives they would be sent to The Kingdom. If not, then they were sent to The Zombie World. Dead. Some were sent there to redeem themselves as a second chance and some were sent directly to Hell to burn for eternity. Hell is a portion of the Zombie world to remind the dead to correct their ways.
We follow a tale of two brothers. Mezuki and Gozuki. They weren't exactly brothers as there weren't any blood-related families. Since no one was born in the Zombie world just sent there from the realm of the living.
Although families did form as a result of absolute loneliness. As even the dead felt lonely. Mezuki found Gozuki spat into the Zombie world confused. He decided to take him under his wing through his travels.
The Zuki brothers coming back from a long journey to the "Marketplace". Where travellers from all over the world would gather to buy the finest of the undead food, clothes, and resources. You might ask what need did the dead have for food? Well, you wouldn't die here but the pain in your stomach would become unbearable.
The Zuki Brothers walked into their "friend's" bar called the "Uni-Zombies". Two other brothers who ran the longest existing bar in this rotting universe.
"You two look like shit, you know that right?" The fat brother said to the Zuki Brothers as he cleaned a glass.
"And you're bald, so what's your point?" Gozuki shot back at him.
"Haha, why waste your time with these stupid adventures when you can relax and do whatever? I mean I've been alive for a good 1000 years and I've given up trying to redeem myself." The fat one replied.
"There are no second chances after this world. Either you get thrown into The Fire or you can go to The Kingdom. You know the path of the Sloth is one of the paths to Hell as well?" Mezuki said while drinking his glass of water.
"Yeah yeah, I've read the scriptures. Listen, kid, you're only 200 years old and your brother is a solid 50. You'll know when you're older. Your odds here are slim to none. Should have done better in the world of The Living and you wouldn't be here in the first place." The Fat Zombie replied.
Mezuki rolled his eyes as Gozuki got up to use the washroom. In a rotting world, people still cared for hygiene here. The dead and living aren't too different.
As Gozuki tried walking inside, the door flung open hitting him right in the face.
"Hey what the f*** man, watch yourself!" Gozuki put his hand to his face in pain. As the pirate-looking Zombie pulled his pants up halfway down his knees.
"Watch what you say you ugly bull, do you know who I am??" The pirate-looking man said.
"I don't give a sh** who you are bub, I'll smash your head and send you to the pits," Gozuki said angrily as steam came out his nose. Hitting the hammer he had on his hands to show he wasn't a punk.
"You fool, I'm Huecero of the Golden Land. The trusty right hand of Eldlich the Golden Lord!"
Mezuki turned his head around in shock. He was used to Gozuki getting into fights as he was quite the hothead but this was different. The Golden Land soldiers are guys you don't pick fights with. Not because they were strong or anything. The Zuki brothers crushed foes the size of buildings. It was only since they served Eldlich. He was the ruler of the Zombie world. He lived in Golden Land where he held the gateway to the living. Due to this responsibility of his, he held tons of wealth and power.
Mezuki turned around quickly to defuse the situation “You meathead, what did I say?? Don’t just fight with anyone and anything!” It was too late though, Gozuki was already angry as could be. He cocked back his hammer.
“I thought I said, I don’t give a sh** who you are…” swinging his hammer right into the head of Huaquero. Shattering his skull and killing him instantly.
Summary: England, just like other countries, fell due to a virus months ago. Now, the last survivors do whatever it takes to see the sun rise one more day. Tom Holland is a strong and lonely young man, but when he meets (Y/N) (Y/L/N), they’ll find themselves in danger just to protect themselves and a little girl who can be their salvation on a way to a safe place they can finally call home. So be aware, be careful, and be strong, because the marked ones are not those who were infected, but those who have the courage to fight to the end.
PAIRING: TOM HOLLAND X READER.
WARNINGS: death, blood, bad flirting, smut–ish (not good, I’ve never written it)
A/N: Hi guys. My best friend and I wrote a story about zombies (different from the one I wrote here a while ago) since we love stories like that. I hope you like it and please give it a lot of love even it is not good XD. THANK UUUUUUU♥
6 months ago.
The autumn breeze blew silently as Tom entered the car N°2 of the Kearsney station train: he was a young man with messy chocolate hair in wild curls, a few locks that framed his forehead, a simple black T-shirt that molded to his strong and well define body, and a carry-on bag that he held over his shoulder. A light melody was coming out of his airpods; Led Zeppelin as he stopped aside the door, people surrounded him to take their seats while he paused a moment to consider his options between smelly old people, boring teachers, loud schoolboys, families, lonely people on their phones, a group of stupid teenagers, a grandmother with her baby granddaughter, and there, right in the back — there was you, sitting alone in the last seat of the car.
Tom blinked taking in all of you, because you were pretty, like, really pretty, and so interesting with your gaze in your book, half of your hair covering your face with an attractive concentration on it. Tom squinted and a wolfish smile was drawn on his stupid sensual face: he was so interested, because in that part of the country there were only mountains, forests and miles of open countryside —nothing interesting to see, so it was strange for him to find someone like you in that boring place.
You look like a mistery, like a piece of art in the middle of nowhere, ignored and without anyone giving you the attention you really, truly deserved.
Tom smiled to himself, an arrogant smile, and his most confident side afloat as he walked down the hall and sat in the seat in front of you without an invitation, dropping his bag at his feet to put his hands on the table.
“Hi, darling, I’m Tom.”
You looked up from the book, his thick accent attracting your attention as well as his well—defined face, and his ‘I get what I want and I want you right now´ smile. He looked so confident, and yet, the corners of his eyes was wrinkling adorably.
“Hi, I’m not interesting.” You answered before returning to the book.
He’s handsome, you thought. His curly and fluffly hair fell wild backwards, a single piece of it dancing on his forehead. His well defined jaw was as if it had been carved by the god himself. His hands looked strong, the veins on them becoming visible as he joined them, and oh, his face — His face of a good boy. He had sweet eyes like a puppy but a penetrating gaze like a wolf, bright eyes that belonged of a bad boy with an angel face, too dangerous for your own safe.
“Do you come to this part of the country often?”
You didn’t look at him, exhaling the air through your nose as he did not understand the negative.
“Uh… Occasionally.”
He frowned, tilting his head slightly to the side. Usually, girls were interested in him, but Tom perceived your elusive personality and your little interest in his whole presence.
Even so, with a smile on the corner of his lip, he felt a tempting challenge coming up, especially for someone like him whose own personality was a mystery that girls wanted to decipher. You were not really interested, however, you were really pretty, and the way you held the book in your hands and changed your expression with every word you read was soothing, homely and so intriguing for him to let you go just like that.
So, for a moment, Tom watched the landscape through the window of the moving train, endless trees and mountains that you left behind and that gave him an idea.
“What are men to rocks and mountains?”
You let out a little laugh. He knew a phrase of ‘Pride & Prejudice’ and it attracted your attention to him, but his persona still shouted sweetness and sensuality, a dangerous combination. He didn't look like a deep reader, and even though you felt bad for judging him that way, the aura it exuded from him screamed sexiness, a constant flirting and a touch of banality, too bland for you.
“Did you enjoy the movie that much?”
Before answering, Tom slid his gaze from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes, smiling cutely because he was, maybe, the cutest boy you've ever met, with his chocolate eyes shining when he felt the sarcasm in your sweet voice, enjoying your confident look and the way you challenged him to say something more and prove that memorizing a phrase wouldn’t serve to impress a person like you.
“A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.”
You narrowed your eyes curiously at his choice of words. Was that a provocation to your own gender? However, His self-confidence was attractive though.
“He’s such a disagreeable man, that it would be quite a misfortune to be liked by him.”
Tom laughed, smiling openly, a real laugh of really fun at such a quick attack by a young woman like you who was so calm yet so fierce — but he loved that so much, because you were as powerful as was beautiful.
A dangerous combination for him, too.
“Tom Holland.” He said as he extended his hand, ready to have a real conversation this time.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You responded by taking his hand, accepting to move on from the previous and fun game.
“You’re not from England, are you?”
“No.” You said, shaking your head slightly. “My dad is, but I was born abroad. I just live with my aunt in London to study. You?”
"I’m in a break.”
You frowned in confusion.
“From college?”
“From life.” Tom held your gaze, without any shame or shyness, but without saying more about his past. So you nodded to him, perfectly understanding what it was like to run, run, and run without getting anything in the process, even if you were exhausted, at least until you could no longer breath, until you reached a point where it was best to fall to the ground and finally, stop and take a breath. “And what do you study?”
“Literature… but in the meantime I’m writing a book. That's why I come to this part of town, it helps me think.”
Tom’s face lit up in surprise, his body leaning forward to learn more.
“A book about what?”
You were about to tell him it was a book of poems when suddenly, you two heard a commotion from the next car behind yours. Looking over your shoulder, you and Tom looked in the direction of the glass door that connected the other side. The people on that next car did the same, getting up from their seats to discover the reason for such alteration. The murmurs scattered like the smoke of a fire, quickly, making people crossing the cars for the search of a doctor who could help an injured man.
Across the aisle of your seat, the grandmother who was traveling with her granddaughter looked at you, patting your shoulder gently to get your attention as she got up.
“Can you take care of my granddaughter for a moment, love?”
She didn’t give you time to answer or to the little brown-haired girl to protest when the women opened the door and crossed to the other side with more people on the car you were in. You blinked at her as she disappeared followed by a group of people, watching then the little girl who looked back at you, frowning in worry and fear.
She looked 5, maybe 6 years old.
“Stay here, darling.” Tom said to you, standing up as he looked beyond the door. “I’ll go see what happens.”
You crossed the aisle to sit in the empty seat next to the little one as Tom crossed to the other car. You became a protective wall between the little girl and the few passengers around you who got up to get attached to the glass door, blocking your view of the situation and increasing the anguish that grew rapidly in that small and closed place. They were all trying to see but no one said anything coherent, but their nonsensical murmurs set off an alarm inside you, awakening an instinct that bristled toward the possible danger — Perhaps there had been an assault that resulted in a person being injured, or maybe an attempted of kidnapping that ended badly.
You swallowed hard, hoping and begging for the best as you looked down to the cute girl.
“Hi, love. My name is (y/n), what’s yours?” You asked softly, ignoring the murmurs over your head that grew bigger, scarier.
“Morgan.” She looked into your eyes with her brown and sweet as chocolate ones. “Is everything okay?”
Your heart was beating fast as you looked at the door, but not being able to see anything made you feel blind, powerless, and exposed. You couldn’t see beyond the people, and Tom had disappeared making his way towards the core of the situation, among a group who feared approaching the man who convulsed on the floor. He was young, and was wearing shorts and a bandage under his right knee covered in black blood. His body moved on the ground as if suffering from constant spasms while the doctor — Morgan’s grandmother — tried to stabilize him, but he continued to growl like a wild animal.
Beside him, a policeman fell to his knees in front of him to help him too while the people around asked what was happening to him, but the man’s body was contorted unnaturally and he was unable to speak — the only thing that came out of his mouth was a sound like he was choking with his own blood..
Until he finally stopped moving for a moment. Lying there like he was dead.
The calm before the storm.
But it was then that the young man woke up like a monster, with eyes as empty and dark as an endless pit, red as fresh blood, and he buried his teeth in the policeman’s neck, tearing his skin as easy as it was just gum. Everyone lost their breath and froze for a few seconds when the young man threw the policeman to the ground only to chew the skin between his teeth and expose it in front of everyone, releasing a pool of red blood as the man died holding his wound, crying in agony.
The young man raised his head and let out a scream that removed the spell that kept people frozen.
And THAT was the beginning of a madness.
The policeman woke up and attacked the doctor as the young man threw himself on another passenger. People looked dead, dumbfounded, and then, like a stampede, they shoved each other to try to get away as fast as they could from there, crying and screaming, looking for help, surrounding the creatures that start to grow in number in a fast way. Tom dodged the people through the narrow corridor, trying not to be crushed by the human tide as he crossed the next car. 10th. People lost every sense of their empathy when the discharge of madness propelled them to the brink of selfishness, pushing people out of their way regardless of whether they fell into the hands and teeth of the converted. They pushed and slammed into each other as a monster knocked down a person, and a monster became two, three, four… until there were more than 20.
Tom and some people managed to enter the car N°2 where you and Morgan were, closing the door before the creatures could enter the momentary safe place. You held Morgan away from the door, your eyes fixed on the monsters with bloodshot eyes, whose fists joined the others who tried to tear down the door, amid howls and growls like maddened animals.
“We have to get out of here.” Tom said to you, letting you see the drops of sweat on his forehead. “Take your backpack. Come on.”
Your hand clung to his arm.
"What happened to her grandmother?”
Tom looked at Morgan, hidden in your arms like a pain picked up his chest and squeezed it cruelly.
“She died.” He whispered. “Let’s go.”
Your thoughts spun with the force of a hurricane, unable to comprehend what he had just said.
“But the train is still moving, Tom.”
Tom inhaled, his mind thinking and wandering while he didn’t understand what was happening, as if everything moved in slow motion as people got faster, scarier, helpless.
“I have an idea. Come on.”
Some people were crying and the knocking on the door didn’t let you think clearly, but you took your backpack and knelt in front of Morgan, who clung to your sweater, crying, too.
“Baby, don’t be afraid. Okay? Everything will be fine.”
As you took Morgan’s backpack, the train stopped violently, some people falling to the ground and seats.
Disoriented and frightened, the passengers heard growls from the speakers; the train captain, his voice drowned in blood that seemed to bubble from the bottom of his throat like he was drowning painfully.
Your world collapsed when a passenger fell to the ground, growling, warning others of the hell that was going to break loose in that narrow, claustrophobic place while the sound of broken glass behind you told you all without words, that a nightmare was about to begin.
“Shit. Run! Come on!”
Tom took Morgan in his arms and pushed the people away, protecting her as he made his way through the grunts and arms that tried to grab him when the door finally gave way. Everyone was becoming monsters, one by one as you two made your way to the next door. You three were about to make it, until you felt a strong pull of your loose sweater that almost made you fell back, making you stifled a cry of pain when you saw a woman trying to take you by the neck — Morgan's grandmother — with her bloodshot eyes that penetrated deep into your soul as her mouth moved closer to your exposed neck, looking for fresh blood.
However, the weight of a young man pushed her back, pushing you forward, making you crossing to the narrow corridor that separated you all from the next car that was empty.
Between the closed door that separated the monsters from you all, the 4 of you observed that all passengers had been turned in matter of seconds just from a bite.
“I have the policeman’s gun.”
Tom and you moved away from the young man, because he had a bite in his right arm and another in his left hand. He smiled sadly, raising his wounded hand just to show the gun in his palm. You saw the fear in his eyes and felt the lump in your throat and the tears in your eyes, because you knew how brave he had been, and because he would become one of them really soon.
“I’m alone. And I’m dead anyway.” He said, looking at you both. He handed Tom the gun, as if he were confident that he would know how to use it. “Take it. Protect them.”
Tom nodded, and feeling his heart beating in his ears, he put the gun away and opened the emergency exit door for the 3 of you to leave the train. Tom got down first, then he carried Morgan and you.
Outside, Morgan closed her eyes really tight as you clenched your hands in her ears, closing your eyes as well, and only then, Tom shot the boy in the head to give him a dignified death before he turned into a meat—eating monster.
Now, there was only one question left.
Why were you three alive when everyone on the train had turn into zombies?
"(Y/n), don't come home!" Your aunt cried over the phone. "Don't come here! They are coming; they've covered almost the entire neighborhood. Listen to me: go back to your grandparents' house and hide."
Your heart was beating fast due to the anguish in her voice.
"Aunt Rose, what—?"
"Don't come back! Don't let them bite you, find a safe place and hide— I lov—“
There was the sound of a bullet that pierced your ear and that was all.
Covered in sweat and taking deep gasps while being far, far from the train that had stopped in the middle of nowhere 6 months ago, you feel unfamiliar, yet almost cozy in an apartment that gives you a fleeting moment of calm and peace after that desperate escape and dark memory.
Your wristwatch shows 12:30 a.m. The moon takes its place in the sky as Tom closes the wooden door, then takes off his shirt over his head and his pants to lie next to you on a bed within a small room. Dizzy, your head spins with the force of a hurricane, your heart seems to be in danger of stopping again at any moment as memories fly to you with the speed of a bullet.
“We are safe now, darling. Stop thinking about it." His left hand runs along the curve of your waist over the white T-shirt you're wearing, his brown eyes fixed on the way the fabric rises and falls with each rose. "I just check on Morgan, she's fine. Your cousin too."
But Tom also replayed those moments in his head after a successful escape.
You three had run through the woods to your grandparents' empty house, falling exhausted and in pain on the living room couch, Morgan crawling on it until she was hiding in your arms. Still crying, you cradled her against your chest as you tried to think of a logical response to what had just happened, but there was none. You were trembling, both, but she more than you as she tried to hide herself in you as if that would make her disappear and be safe. You were about to die, in just one minute the world fell apart and turned normal people into monsters that bit and ate human flesh.
You felt the sensation of nausea rising from your stomach to your throat as, finally, Tom walked and sat close to you, shoulder to shoulder as he looked at Morgan, his left hand gently stroking her hair to attract her attention. Her sad brown eyes held his gaze, tears falling from the edge of her eyes as sorrow spilled over the edge of her fearful little heart.
"Sweetie. I'm Tom, and she is (y/n). I know you're scared but we're not going to let anyone hurt you, okay? But now… do you have someone we can try to find and tell them you're okay? A mum... dad?"
Morgan's face twisted into a wince, her eyes spilling more tears that slid down her rosy cheeks.
“My grandmother was my mommy. I don't know my daddy.”
As she hid her head in your chest and her pain in your embrace, you and Tom looked into each other's eyes.
"I'm scared." You whispered, letting out a shaky laugh.
"I know, darling." Tom rested his head against yours, stopping the time that ran against him. “But we are together now. Why don't you try to sleep for a bit?"
The warmth of his words and his confidence was comforting, and for a moment everything seemed like it would really be fine, but you knew you probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight or the next. Your mind kept wandering: the 3 of you had walked through the woods during the fall season, leaves falling from the branches and crunching under your feet, just like any other day.
30 minutes later Morgan was asleep and you laid her on the couch, covering her with one of the wool blankets your grandmother had knitted for you when she was alive. Alone, you walked to one of the windows that had a piece of furniture and cushions to sit on, your grandfather's favorite spot to watch the sunset, the same place where Tom had sat to watch through the curtains.
"You know how to shoot a gun." You said sitting close to him, making a statement, not a question.
Tom looked you in the eye, serious.
“I belonged to a gang. I don't have parents or family, and I needed the money, so I did some bad things, but that is in the past." His gaze softened, hoping his stormy past didn't serve to scare you or make you distrust him. "(Y/n), I'm just as scared as you are, but if we work together we can survive this until we find out what happened."
You meditated on his words; Tom flirted with you on the train like any other boy, and then he had gotten you two safely off the train, like a brave man even though he didn't know any of you. So he couldn't be mean, and you knew it when you saw those brown eyes that reflected honesty, as sweet as honey when he smiled with them.
“We cannot stay here forever. I usually come once a month to water my grandparents' plants after they passed away, but the food will run out. We could use his car and go... somewhere else. I would like to go to my house in London, I need to know what happened to my aunt. And what if there are planes to leave the country?"
Tom nodded: The television was broadcasting the same warning words and there were no police or military bulletins looking for survivors, so it seemed that there was no longer any way to communicate with anyone, and the only option was to find a place that would serve as shelter.
"Well... in the meantime, how about we ask ourselves questions to get to know each other better?" He smiled, a bad boy smile on that sweet face. And you, laughing, nodded. “Since it seems that we are in the middle of a possible apocalypse… would you sleep with me?"
On a normal day, his question would have surprised you negatively, but that was no longer a normal day and you didn't feel so normal either.
“Let's get back to that question in a bit. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Ex—girlfriend. Zendaya. We are friends." Tom sighed, feeling a painful weight on his chest at the thought of her. "I hope she's okay. You?"
Anticipating his question, you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking.
“He was still my boyfriend when he passed away. Cancer." You smiled sadly, Ethan's handsome face dancing in your mind. "The book I'm writing 'A Poem Called You’, is for him."
Tom nodded slowly, taking in your words. Your eyes shone with the little light of the night that entered through that small hole between the curtains, illuminating the pain of your loss, but also your courage to continue fighting after the dead of that boy.
"Family?"
“I'm the youngest daughter of divorced parents, but they get along well. My brother Elliot is in the military. Iraq the last time I spoke to him. I haven't heard from him in 2 years." You sighed, suddenly feeling guilty about the bleak way the game had changed. “We should talk about something more... cheerful. Don’t you think?”
“Okay…” Tom nods casually. "So… what part of my body do you like the most?" He flexed his right arm as if scratching the back of his neck, and the muscles in his biceps instantly hardened. "What do you think?"
"I think you are vain."
You laughed and Tom followed you, relieved that, amid the chaos and terror, the two of you had made a quick connection that might help you survive, go further than you thought. There was something about him besides the tenderness in his gaze when he wanted to be tender and the confidence in his eyes when he wanted to be strong, brave despite the understandable fear. Tom was attractive, handsome, and for him, your desire to fight made you look like a strong woman too, capable of anything to protect a girl whom you did not know at all but who, like you two, deserved a chance to live.
In the present and in the midst of the complete darkness, you laugh softly.
"What is so funny?" Tom asks, smiling in the dark.
"I was thinking about the time you asked me if I would sleep with you when we just met. That was very pretentious of you.”
Tom chuckled.
"It was the end of the world, darling; I couldn't miss the opportunity. Besides, I still think you’re really hot.”
You both try to laugh, but the sound dies in your throats as you both look into each other's eyes under the dim light coming through the window. Your eyes connect silently. But when the dark night falls on the building in the middle of the end of the world, Tom's possessive side emerges like one more shadow and his mind is clouded with the only desire to hold you without anything getting in the way.
So he gently pushes you against the bed, falling on top of you as your legs fall open and you receive him in the middle with open arms, hugging his strong back and the desire to feel him inside you when his tongue finds a sensitive place on your neck, growling at the sweet taste of the sounds you make because of him, and only for him.
Tom knows that what he is doing is wrong, because feelings can cloud the most rational thoughts, but everything kept bringing him back to you since he met you, your mind, your body, until finally the clash of your worlds made a wonderful explosion.
Tom pushes his pelvis against your most sensitive, and still covered part, so you push yourself against him too. The movements of his tongue inside your mouth drive you crazy, making you have to hold on to his hair and his wild curlers that, during your encounters, he does not bother to comb.
Tom lifts your white T-shirt and slides his callused hands over your sensitive body to kiss your exposed skin over your bra. His wet tongue inside your belly button makes you moan, and his eyes, warm as the color of autumn, gaze at you adoringly, the same way they always have since he met you.
But then, you can hear the echo of the sound of the bullet in the living room of Nate’s small apartment. Tom’s best friend, and the panic is reflected in his eyes as he instantly stands up, putting on his pants and grabbing his shirt before leaving the room followed by you.
Everyone is gathered in the room by the time you arrive, watching the bullet Nate shot in his own head.
Tom and you can stop looking at him there on the floor; he looks so cold, with the puddle of blood that run beneath his head and paint the carpet with a macabre red color. Tom's eyes are focus on his best friend, and his ears can hear nothing but his own agitated breathing. He shot himself without thinking of his friends, not thinking about Morgan. And it was like reliving the same nightmare of the train, the same nightmare you all lived every day, so Tom and you start to sweat cold, trapped in a small place, drowned by the crying and fear, struggling to survive again.
"He shot himself! Nate shot himself!"
Someone is speaking, but it seems like a distant sound, as if the whistle of the bullet blocks all the words in the world.
"(Y/N), what are we going to do?" Morgan pulls on your with and long t—shirt hidden behind you, and then you all hear several punches on the door, zombies attract by the sound. "Tom!"
After the first punch, others were heard; mechanical sounds of fists against the door of those monsters who want to come in to tear your skin and eat your flesh. But everyone in the room are frozen, staring at the door that is going to fall soon with all that dead weight.
"We have to go now." You say first, watching around the small room for an exit, but you couldn't walk out the front door now and there is no other place to escape. "Let's go to the room... Now!"
Your Best friend Sam, your cousin Adam and his girlfriend Lucy grabbed their backpacks and ran to the main room, but Morgan doesn’t move because she felt protected next to her now sister and brother who stays there. Nate had been one of his best friends, but Tom can help but feeling something like hate at that very moment. As he can’t move, you approach Nate and take the gun from his still warm hand, your heart pounding in your chest, it nearly stopping when the door finally gave way.
"Tom, come on, move!"
Living always in the woods, your grandfather had been a hunter his whole life and you had learned all about it, so you raise the gun to the level of the monster's head and shoot. The creature stopped grunting and fell to knock down those who come behind, but they are too many for you. So you got up straight and push Morgan in front of you, taking Tom’s hand until you all reached the room.
The door makes a dry sound as he closes it, while Adam and the girls push the desk as protection.
But now you all are lock up.
Sam stepped back, staring at the door until she falls to the side of the bed and sink into her own crying, her brown hair falling covering her face. Lucy is frozen, and Adam collapses sitting on the bed with his breath caught in his lungs. Morgan hugs her sister's waist and she hide her small face against your body. Was this really the end? Tom is next to you and he reach out your left hand to take it in his as you look into each other’s eyes: maybe you two are looking for some comfort in each other, maybe the other expect to do something first, or maybe you two are just resigning yourself.
A punch, two, and three... hundreds of them and then no one can count them.
No one spoke.
No one knows what to say when the end is in front of you.
ZOMBIE WORLD is a zombie anthology with some hits and some misses. The misses aren't horrible, they're just kinda slow and meh, but the hits (imo) are fucking priceless! Both my favorite shorts were made by the same two directors, both in espanol, and both utter fucking comedic, #gore -filled insanity! Fist of Jesus was the first of the two and is also on YouTube. It starts off a bit slow, but when it gets going, holy fuck does it get absolutely absurd. It's gotta be in my top 5 for comedically goriest sequences of all time. It's a goddamn splatterfest of cheesy #horrorfx and ridiculously over-the-top zombie chaos. For fans of comedic gore, you just gotta see this shit. The second one the same two guys did was called Brutal Relax (also on YouTube ) and was just as insanely preposterous and fun. As far as the rest of them, none were bad enough to avoid, and a few were really cool so, overall, totally worth it. Gud times.
