Snippet #1582558

Dawn Holloway lounged lazily on the ripped bar stool in an unknown bar. The building had been emptied of customers when the epidemic hit.. in fact, everything in Centersville, Texas was either abandoned, or overrun by blood-lusting zombies. A single light flickered above the woman's drunken figure, hanging by a single wire from the toppled ceiling. Dawn shot down a glass of vodka, pouring herself another mix from the half-empty alcohol bottle.

A hiss arose from the corner of the room, the area completely enshrouded in black. An infected crawled out from behind the rubble, green goo spilling from the corner of its mouth. The zombie was almost dead, as a trail of blood followed the zombie' path as it desperately crawled towards Dawn. There were other survivors besides her, so it seems. The red-haired girl snorted and aimed between the zombie's eyes with her pistol. No need to bring out the big guns for such a pathetic thing. She fired a few shots and missed. The alcohol had taken its tole on her motor skills.

".. I've got chuu now, you stinkin' pile a' crap," Dawn slurred, finally managing to hit the zombie 3 inches left of the right eye. The creature screeched and fell to the ground, unmoving. A pool of blood encircled its head. Dawn laughed coldly and slid off the seat, now leaning against the front door slovenly.

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Mercer leaned against a random chunk of debris that had once been part of a grand building. He picked at the remaining blood and skin, beneath his unnaturally sharp nails, that had once been part of a human survivor.. killed not too long ago. Although he had his fair share of human today, his blood lust was forever insatiable.

Any meat would do.. human or zombie. Recently, he had taken to attacking his fellow infected. He had his eyes upon one particular zombie.. a special infected.. a girl. There weren't many special zombies in these parts, after all. Mercer licked his lips eagerly and stalked off into the night.