Clara tried to courage herself enough to impale the infecteds head, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t. In the corner of her eye she noticed Jace holding his machete. He just stood there, without doing anything, and Clara knew that it was a test. Would she manage to kill the...
The zombie startled Clara and made her stumble backward. She got up and held her spear with both of her hands, which was already sweaty and clammy. “No problem,” she said as she had control of the situation. The zombie who staggered towards her was so hideous and rotten, that it was impossible...
Clara ignored what she thought was an attempt to be funny. ”One chance,” she said, and looked at his hand, wondered if she should take it. What could he do to her now anyway? Greet her to death? She shook her head unnoticeable as she took his hand, and pulled it back shortly afterwards. This guy...
Clara really didn’t want to put her spear down. The man, named Jace could still be armed. If there could be anything worse than sharp objects it would be firearms. She was sure that he had something hidden on his clothes or his boots. Her breath was shaking as if she were cold, which was not...
Clara fought against her own feelings. The man sounded convincing, and he had thrown away his weapon. In addition he did not have a face that said he was willing to hurt her. But what did she know? Again Clara thought about what risks it would be if she lowered her spear. She took a deep breath...
Clara listened to what the voice had to say, but she snorted. "As if..." she muttered to herself. She would not let herself be fooled. Of course he would hurt her if he had the chance, it was the way the world worked now. The humans had turned against each other. The sounds she heard become...
Clara grabbed the door of the caravan, and pulled it up with a quick movement. An infected would probably not be able to open the door alone, but the caravan was in such a bad condition that it would not be difficult to find other ways in, which for example the window. It was one word that was...
Inside one of America's densest and most deceptive forests lives Clara Woodley. She has just turned 18, and is already wondering if she ever will become 19. All alone, curled up inside a too cold sleeping bag she laid under a decaying tree. The moon shone like a clear lantern in the night sky...
Well, there is nothing specific I'm looking for, but I like plots where the characters in one way or another must fight for surviving. The walking dead is fine by me, unless you got other ideas. I'm open for almost anything, so just come with suggestions!