The Undead Die

     The cold rain poured around him. Running down the entirety of his body. He stood, waiting for the moment to strike. Shotgun in hand. He could hear them, but they were nowhere to be seen. The thunder and the lightning was loud and clear against the silence of this desolate world.

     Behind him he heard a noise. Quickly he turned around and scoured the land, looking for the source. The lighting falshed once again and he could see a bush rustle. He raised his gun and took aim. He shot, and heard a scream of anguish. He lowered his gun and ran over to the bush. He quickly ran to the other side and pointed his gun at the creature on the ground. 

     This was no zombie. It was a living man.

     "You poor, poor man" he said plainly.

     The man simply looked up. his eyes asked for mercy. He would be given it. He took aim, and shot. 

     The man lay lifeless on the ground. Tory threw the gun in his holster on his back. He pulled out a knife and crouched down. He began to skin the man. There was a new noise, to his left. He stood up and readied his knife for a fight. Tory slowly walked cautiously toward the noise. There was a flash of lighting and a pale creature lunged at him. Tory threw his arm into the air and penetrated the zombie skin with his knife. He threw it to the ground and held it by it's neck. He quickly ran his knife through its neck. Now dead, it ceased to move. Tory stood up and checked the surrounding area, making sure there was nobody else. Once he was sure it was clear, he crouched down and began to prepare the creature to be used as food.

     He felt something cold against his head. He slowly turned his head to the direction of the cold. Above him there was a man standing with his pistol to Tory's head.

     "That man you killed, he was my friend. You're going to pay for that" said the young man.

     Tory slowly stood up and looked the man in the eye. The man began to tremble.

     "Is that so?" replied Tory.

     "I'm not afraid of you!"

     "Really? Your look of fear tells me otherwise"

     The man continued to tremble. Tory raised his han and twisted the gun out of his hand, and put the man's arm behind his back. The man yelled in pain.

     "DO YOU SEE THAT!?" Tory yelled, "THAT IS THE UNDEAD! I KILLED HIM! What makes ou think I can't do the same for you?"

     Tory continued to push the man's arm until it cracked. Them man let out a cry of anguish. Tory kicked him to the ground. He pulled a pistol out from his waist and cocked it.

     "Go join your 'friend'" Tory said. He pulled the trigger and the man fell over, dead.