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After about three hours, Danny awoke from his deep sleep. His head ached. He felt his forehead and discovered he had a bandage on.

"Hey, Bruce Lee. I mean...Danny. I know you hate it when I call you that. Sorry for the head thing." an unknown voice said.

"Huh?"

Danny looked around. He was in a car. In the back were guns and plenty of ammo. Danny looked at the driver. The driver was seventeen.

"Who are you?" Danny shouted at the driver.

"It's me, Danny. Remember? It's me, Zack."

"Who are you?!?!?! Who am I?!?!?! Where am I?!?!?!" Danny screamed.

"Oh ****!" Zack realized what was going on. When Danny went forward and hit the dash board, he must've caught amnesia or something.

"Let me out of this damn car!" Danny yelled, grabbing for the door handle.

Zack quickly stopped the car. He grabbed Danny's hand and pulled it away from the door handle.

"LET ME GO!!!!!!" Danny screamed at the top of his lungs.

"No! I'm not letting you go out there and get eaten by those---"

Before Zack could finish, a nasty decayed hand shattered the drivers side window. It was a zombie. The hand grabbed Zack by the chin and threw him into the street.

"Help! Help! Danny, help me! Don't you remember?" Zack screamed.

Danny watched as the stranger who called himself Zack (at the time, Danny wasn't sure if that was the guy's real name) fighting off the zombie.

"I can't fight him off much longer!" Zack screamed.

Zack was on the ground, and the zombie was on top of him. Zack tried to push the creature away. But it was no use. The zombie lowered its head and was about to bite Zack's arm---

"Hey, *******!" a voice screamed.

The zombie looked away from Zack and stared at a boy in the middle of the street, holding a gun.

"Leave him alone!" Danny yelled.

The zombie looked at the boy with the gun, Danny, and smiled.

"Well, little boy," the zombie rasped, "how are you? Come over here, I won't hurt you. I was trying to stop the bad man from hurting you. Come over here."

" **** off." Danny said.

Danny raised the gun, a 357. magnum, and aimed for the zombie's face. Then pulled the trigger. But nothing happened.

"Oh ****!" Danny cried. "I forgot the bullets!"

The zombie had no more intrest in Zack. It wanted Danny now.

The zombie crept toward Danny. And Danny did the same.

"What the hell are you doing?!?!?!" Zack yelled. "RUN!"

Danny didn't listen.

When the two of them, Danny and the zombie, were close enough, Danny punched the zombie square in the head. The zombie went down faster than a roller-coaster at Six Flags.

Zack ran up to Danny. "You remember me, right?"

"Yeah. I remember everything now."

"Damn you recover fast! But I have one question: where did that punch come from?"

"I told you I knew karate." Danny laughed.

"Good job, Bruce."

"No problem, Jackie."

"Huh?" Zack was confused. Did Danny really remember everything?

"Well, the moment you stop calling me Bruce Lee, I'll stop calling you Jackie Chan."

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Posted by thirteen 2008-02-09 13:22:53 .... I do like these, but i'm afraid this is going to be like all the other zombie stories out there. Dont get me wrong it's good, i have read every chapter and Ill be waiting for the next one. + Report this comment
Posted by wbboomer 2008-02-09 23:30:14 .... thirteen, you can't tell for sure if it's going to be "just another zombie story" because I haven't finished all the chapters yet. I haven't planned every single chapter, but I have figured out the ending. And the ending is very...well, you'll just have to wait. + Report this comment
Posted by tarhead 2008-03-01 23:36:25 on to the next keep on truck'n! + Report this comment

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