Buick turned and his mouth filled with blood ahead a group of zombies was forming as they
were marching to whatever fate waiting them.
Buick was a rather old zombie but not to old
he's been around longer then most of them had
and yet a zombie never dies,it grows old like
everything and everyone else does Buick never
saw a zombie or one of his own die, they were
killed of course by the non-dead people those
that were not dead,but once a zombie feelings
that you never had before came forward,longing
to kill,hunger for something you wanted but in
fact couldn't have, something you needed was in
fact flesh,you survived on others you needed in
fact others to survive and in his time Buick with
the strength he was given and hunger that grew to
and stayed with him over the years was part of him
now,he turned then the group was geading toward a farm,an unknowning farm that was ready to be pounched on by the zombies but the family of the farm was not aware of this . Buick led the attack.
It would be fast and hard and Buick like most of the group was always eager too fight.Flesh to was their survival right and flesh they must eat .
end...................
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
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