Cruenta Ultionem is your typical 16 year old girl. Scratch that, she's your typical traveling zombie slayer.

In an apocalyptic world, Cruenta, her brother, and her father, are traveling, looking for a safe haven from the dead that walk the Earth. Zombies are almost everywhere, but that's not the only problem for Cruenta, animals can be infected too and most of them are attracted to the smell her blood more than any other’s. Cruenta also has 3 more brothers and a sister out there and she is determined to find them. Will she survive the zombie apocalypse?


2. Hoplophobia

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn't see you there!” He exclaimed.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” I said quietly. It was obvious the guy was a total ditz. He wasn’t freaking out about how I had gotten past the fence, the Zogs almost shrieking at us, or the fact that he’d just bumped into a complete stranger on a guarded compound. And then, there’s--

“Are you cold? It sure seems chilly out here.” He said, draping his dark coat around my shoulders. It was late October, almost the end of autumn. I had been shaking from pain and blood loss, not the cold, but it sure seemed like it. I know he hadn’t seen the blood from various cuts on my arms and back. My black long-sleeved t-shirt hid the blood, if you didn’t look close enough. Despite that, I actually was started to feel cold, the air and blood loss getting to me.

“Gosh, you look beat up. I’ll take you to the infirmary and getcha patched up real quick.” He murmured as we reached a pair of unguarded doors. We walked in and it seemed too quiet, had the owners of the compound actually noticed my dangered arrival?

I followed the boy, who had called himself Barry, inside the building. As we walked through a few halls lined with lockers, I realized we were in a school. As soon as I came to this realization, I remembered I needed to find a real gun to kill the Zogs that were hounding at the fence. Voices sounded at the end of the hall and we happened upon what seemed to be the base of their operations. The moment we walked in I staggered and fell to my knees. My dark brown, curly hair hiding my face. I had been breathing heavily without noticing until now. I looked through my hair, up into the eyes of the boy aiming a pistol at my forehead. The place must be run by teenagers like me. I thought.

I laughed uncontrollably a little, he thought I was infected, and for some reason it was funny. Blood was seeping down my torn up arms and slowly spreading out on the floor around my hands, where I had caught myself. Suddenly, seeing my chance I reached up with speed that didn’t seem normal, grabbed the pistol from his hands and took off down the hallway, towards the door I had entered with Barry, the jacket falling from my shoulders. I was through quickly and heard it clicked shut behind me, locking. I wished I hadn't rushed out there, because the Zogs had made it under the fence. Out of the corner of my eye, I had seen the other struggling to get open the door. I raised the pistol and shot 5 of the 6 Zogs running towards me before the last one tackled me to the ground.

Instead of putting my arms and having them bitten, I reached for the Zog’s throat and  clamped my hands around it to keep the Zog from biting me. Hard objects dug into my back The pistol had been knocked from my hands and was at least 2 feet from my reach. My already cut arms were being scratched to hell by the monster on top of me. Scratches could get infected and hurt like hell, but they couldn’t turn you, they didn’t carry the virus like the saliva of the undead. Speaking of saliva, I moved one of my hands up and curled it tightly around the Zog’s muzzle, as to keep it from drooling on me.

Finally, I heard the locked door burst open, but it was too late for them to save me. Luckily, I still had enough of my fading strength to snap the creature’s neck before they could raise their guns. I heaved the deadweight from my body and flopped back down to the earth, too tired to care about the bag digging into my cut back. My fading vision caught the images of someone picking up the pistol that was just out of my reach and coming closer. My limp body lifted into the air, a weak whimper slipping from my lips. Darkness...

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