Sketch

Then the chrome, adhesive, The Duck Tape, ripped, loudly, and stickily, wrapping itself like a boa around its prey. Pretending now to be glue holding life together, now a grey shoe, now tape, while the smooth of the outside glides under skin. It twist and bends across the cold pipe, and as time passes its rough, inside melts and becomes dull. Its silver shine dulls away . Then suddenly it tears as if the end of time has come. As silently as a ferocious cat.  It crumbles silently as a dying flower,  there is a wisp of air and the tape disappears as though the binding has lost all will to live, while the pipe falls to disrepair.  

The Impulse

Pass- What”
Driver-What”
Pass-You were going to say something”
Driver-No I wasn’t”
Pass-Yes you were”
Driver-Oh I was going to say that you should get some sleep.”
Pass-I’m not tired”
Driver- It will be a while still till we reach the Border.”
Pass- Never thought I would be running from a corrupt government. Did you?”
Driver-Well as a child I always wanted to be... No never actually.”
Pass-Well at least were running for our lives together. Where are we going?”
Driver- Somewhere in the States, I’m not sure where yet but anywhere from them is better.”
Pass-Do you think that well every go back?”
Driver- I dont know?
Pass- Do you want me to drive?
Driver- No thanks I got it. But actually maybe in a while you could take over.
Pass- Do you want to listen to some music?
Driver-Sure. What did you have in mind.
Pass- how about some Killers?
Driver- Good choice.
Pass- This is better.

First Page

Survivors of Colony 27 From the view of Hayden Gulf
Written 8 months after the Infection

The Infection has spread farther than they thought it would. All of Britain is taken, and who knows after that. The rest of Europe, Maybe the whole world. After that there is no stopping it. Back home where I lived, Norfolk, was taken not long after we left. I remember the sea. The smell of the salt, the sound the waves made as they crashed onto the sandy beach. I remember my room at St. Margaret School for Orphans. It was small and roomy. The walls were cream and the blankets a bright yellow. My bed was squeaky with springs that would stick into your back. I remember cursing at it but now I miss it never thought i would. I would look out my window at the Orphan house and see the beach, small cottages, Families with children and parents. But now as I look out the window all I see is bleak existence with fear and death. The fear of the Infected may become overwhelming. The pain of loosing someone may be too much. What if you lost a Mother, a Father, Sister, Brother. A loved one, a Husband, a Wife? Thats why I have Connor. He keeps me thinking about the good in life. He is my best friend. We lived together at the Orphan House. Together is the best way but what if i loose him? It would be too much pain.

My name is Hayden gulf. I know that is a boys name but I'm a girl and it was the one pinned to the little blanket wrapped around me when they found me on the front porch so i kept it. I am 17 and Connor is 18. He is tall with chocolate brown hair, piercing blue eyes, He is quite tall and muscular. All in all quite an attractive guy. I on the other hand am small. Orange hair cut short, with green eyes, and a short stout frame I do consider myself to be more on the muscular side then most females but not weight lift champion.

Connor and I are very close. We happened to appear at the house in a two week period of each other. We thought maybe we were related because that was the first time it had every happened but when we got it checked we weren't. Connor and I have had a more than friend relationship we are like family. Which then makes it awkward for me at least that there has been something more. I can't tell him. what if I loose him. As I said before the pain would be to much.

Any ways I hear someone calling me. Remember this isn't your typical zombie invasion so stay safe. And Good Luck.