Undead
1375 Words
(Please note that ou might find some grammatical errors, i do apologizee. Carry on comrades)
"Hey! Give me back my purse!" A woman yelled.
Running down an empty alley, Clark took a right turn, screeching to a stop once he found out he had evaded being caught.
With a cringing smile on his face, he dips his hands into the purse he had just stolen and found five thousand Dilings in the purse, his eyes widened as he pulled out a credit card, taking a closer look at it, he could only imagine how much could be in there.
"jackpot!" He whooped, raising his hand to the air, giving a victory dance, but all that had to end with the sound of a siren he had grown fond of.
"Officer I think he went over there," he could hear the familiar voice of the lady he stole the purse from. He was out of options and didn't know what to do, he tried peeping to see where all the cops were and accidentally slipped over a can of beer, as expected the sound of the can hitting his foot attracted unwanted attention.
"Who is there?" The policeman called out, bringing out his gun and aiming it at where the sound came from.
Holding his breath, Clark gulped down, he could see the light getting brighter with every step the policeman took, He couldn't possibly get caught this way.
Squatting, he reached out for the can of beer a few inches away from him, carefully reaching out to it, making sure he didn't make any noise while he's at it.
"Officer, please you have to catch that sneaky degenerate, i'm sure he's hiding somewhere around here" The woman cajoled in a high-pitched voice.
"Sneaky degenerate?" Clark felt tick off, but he couldn't afford to be distracted at the moment, snatching the stone from the ground, he grabbed the can, looking over a few feet in the opposite direction away from where he hid, he aimed the stone at a broken-down car.
As planned, the sound of the stone hitting the car made the officer and the lady look in that direction. "What was that?" They said in unison.
"Go away damn it" he huffed in a low voice.
A smile made its way to his lips the moment he heard the door to the police car close, driving off in the opposite direction.
Now or never.
"I'm sure Hinata should be working now, I'll go meet her," he made his way out of the ally, jumping over trashcans and scaling over fences.
If there was anything he knew more with all his heart, it would be the ally, it is just like a second home to him. But now that his home is a policeman's playground, he had no choice but to seek refuge at the cafe where his girlfriend works, a maid café to be precise.
Once he made his way out of the ally and the back door of the café was in sight, he took in a deep breath, trying as much as possible to walk normally without drawing any attention to himself, shoving the purse into his pocket, he pulled up his hood to cover his messy black hair.
Walking towards the restaurant door, he tried to pull the knob but it wouldn't budge, closing one of his eyes, he peeped through the c***k to see if anyone was in.
The loud noise he made when pulling the door, finally attracted someone inside the restaurant. The guy came out to open the door, he was about eight feet tall and very huge.
Clark feeling intimidated, bowed his head as soon as he saw the man's face" em, excuse me am looking for my friend" his voice shaking with every word.
"Come in," the man said with a deep voice, directing Clark into the café. "Wait here a sec, I'll go get your friend for you."
The man left the room closing the door behind him, Clark realized that he never told the man the name of his friend, probably because he was busy feeling intimidated by the size of the man.
Without delay he got up from the chair and headed to where the man went, he wanted to tell the man the name of his friend without causing any commotion, he started moving one step at a time to make sure he doesn't make any noise.
"How much do you think we'll make off these boss?" he could hear the voice coming from the room opposite where he was standing, he moved closer to the room to get a better hearing of what is going on.
"It's going to be a pain in the ass delivering these drugs," the other guy says arranging the drugs into the suitcase
"There's no need to get our hands dirty, I have someone perfect for the job" they all started laughing. "These guys are drug dealers! , I have to get out of here" he took a sharp turn and was about to make a run for it when he suddenly felt a strong hand holding him on the shoulder.
"Yo, where do you think you're going?" tossing Clark into the room, all around him were briefcases full of drugs, he knew exactly what he got himself into and needed to get out no matter the cost.
"I need you to do something for me," the man said, holding Clark's chin up, without hesitation Clark refused to do whatever request they sprung on him.
The man held him to the ground trying to intimidate him into submission. "Listen here kid, you are going to do what I tell you to do" with an enraged look on his face he tosses Clark across the room, knocking over the drugs that were on the table.
Not wasting any time, Clark took the opportunity as he got tossed away from the drug dealers, he got up from the floor as fast as he could and started running towards the exit. He was so close to the doors existing, he felt the wind passing through his face as he ran.
"No wait don't shoot!", One of the drug dealers at the back already grabbed a gun and fired it at Clark. He fell to the ground drenched in his pool of blood, he couldn't move, he felt like his life was been sucked away from him with every passing second.
All he could do was lay on the floor, watching the drug dealers fight each other as his eyes began to close slowly.
Trying to cover their tracks, they took their car that was packed in the garage, kept his body in the booth of the car, making sure that they did't leave any evidence of what happened at the cafe.
The drug dealers took his body deep inside the forest, no one ever set foot inside the forest, which made it the perfect place to hide a dead body, while one of the guys digs the others kept watch to make sure no one was coming.
They finally dug the body underground and left like nothing had ever happened, he was supposed to die that day but little did they know they had just unleashed a monster.
He wasn't sure at first but everything became clear as soon as his heart stopped and he happened to be alive.
Among the drugs that the drug dealers were trying to transport, a biochemical enhancer known as Z tame was also been transported without their knowledge, this chemical was made in other to create invincible and immortal soldiers for war.
Right after he was tossed over the table he just happen to get covered in Z tame as his face went burst against the floor.
he was trapped in a dark place, with no memory of how he got there, his pulse is completely dead and his skin felt dehydrated.
"How am he still alive", he kept asking himself until he finally came up with an answer. he had watched a lot of movies to understand what was going on with him
It seemed like he became them,
The immortals
The undead
Those freaks of nature are known as The Zombies.
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