¿Y los muertos? And the dead?

[Blamco177]

Somewhere near the Us/Mexico boarder...

*Patters of footsteps, growing faster and faster*

"WHY WON'T THEY STOP?!?

"They're dead remember?"

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO THEM!!!"

"Well then, I'm sure if you stop they'll apologize for chasing you you idiot, THEY'RE FUCKING DEAD!"

*More of them appear*

"We're almost there, do you think you can get to through the path?"

*Gasps for air*

"I think I c-"

(Other man sees his friend dead with a bullet in his head)

"Now I've got two problems"

*Breathing is louder now, he can hear them right behind him*

"Where the fucks the path!?"

(The passage from him to the boarder is clear, not a single one of them in sight)

*gunfire*

*Running turns to a sprint*

(A gap is seem right in the middle of the gap)

"Homestretch"

*More gunfire, from both the patrolling officers, and the passage in the boarder*

"I'm not infected!"

"Corre,corre,corre,corre!"*Shots ring about, all around the running man*

(He almost tastes the safety of the passage, he makes the final stretch, and the people seal the pathway off)

"¿Tú traestes agua?"

"Of course I brought water, but our friend had most of it."

"Then that'll do."

"God, I hate your Spanish"

"Get over it we still need that water, wait till they get picked off by the patrol, you know how well they do that."

"I kinda kinda saw that firsthand"

"Rest now, you'll need it for tommorow, you'll get a gun as well"

"Bout time, I needed some sleep"

[MyLittleHellhound]

Good job yo I know you have some( is it mexican roots?), so good job on using that. Im not sure I cannot remember if you speak it but very intesne start to story looking forward to reading it.

[Blamco177]

Thanks!

I actually do have some Mexican and Honduran blood in me. Just incase you're wondering.

I will be posting more intervals on (hopefully) a every other day basis.

[Blamco177]

(In the dead of night)

"Tombstones?"

(Looming over our protagonist's head is a large tombstone, the size of a flagpole)

"What the hell?"

(He sees many names, many seem to be fairly recent, one catches his eye)

Raul Sargasso

"Rest in peace"

(Suddenly, as if reading his mind names start highlighting themselves, one after another all names he knows now seem to pop up)

"All of them?"

*Movement*

"Not now!"

(Vibrant colors coming off of the names slowly turn dark, rusty, and decrepit)

"Let me have this please!"

"Míjo?"

(Our protagonist fights the urge to turn around)

"Míjo turn around"

"Papa, please, leave me"

"Son? mire su familia"

*Hands are placed on his back, warm ones*

"I don't want to"

*Slowly, he turns*

"Ya, mira el"

(He sees a glimpse of life before it turned the way it was now)

"It's nice here, you should see the others"

"I don't think I'm ready"

*The faces are vibrating now*

"Ready?"

*The ground is shaking*

"Do you think we were ready?"

"Míjo come."

"No!"

"Please, it's easier this way"

"MAMA NO!"

*The peace is destroyed now, everything is dark, cold and menacing*

"COME, NOW!"

"NO!"

"Why not?""I haven't suffered enough..."

*His family is gone now, all that is left is their husks*

(The sense of dread slowy consumes him)

"Why....?"

*They slowly descend upon him*

"Why me?"

(Every fiber of his being is in pain now)

"WHY DID I LIVE?"

*Tearing him apart now, piece by piece. Limb, from limb*

"WHAT NOW?

"You survive"

(Flashforward)

*Whistleing*

"¿Ya laventaste?You awake?"

"Shut up"

"You've got work today"

"What's new?"

[Blamco177]

*Somewhere inside of the US/Mexico border*

"Dammit, I had such a lovely dream"

"I'm sure you did"

"I was making love to this one chick, I think it was your mother come to think of it"

"Chinge su madre"

"Alright asshole, whatever you say. Now, when am I going to get your name?"

"We give names to the dead, not to the living"

"So how the fuck am I going to call you out?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I see your ass dead like Raul-"

"Was that his name?"

"I knew him before I knew you, I kinda had to know his name"

*Nearing the exit*

"Why the hell would you need that?"

"Because of what we did, we were coyotes."

Seriously? I though that was like a joke; I remember mi mama telling me when I was little that the coyotes were amazing people that helped people, and changed lives"

"Well now you know that they were asshats like me"

"Fucking hell, at least you helped people before this shit happened"

"I can't really say that, we haven't gotten a single word of what happened in the states, for all I know, the people I helped get across the border are eating each other right now"

"Pleasant thought"

"Then, when everyone over here is dead, i'm stuck with your bland ass. Making yourself look like a huevon"

"You don't really ever feel joy, do you?"

"No, but I've felt like shitting my pants and running away from this all, I've felt a gun to my throat, and a bunch of other shit. What about you?"

Coño! I've felt things you've never even have though of. In the past day I've seen your ass almost get bitten, shot, and cagado

*Stands near the exit*

"Where's my gun?"

"Here, don't shoot yourself, su mama no va ayudar usted"

"Don't miss me to much"

"Asshole"

[Blamco177]

"Shit, back out here so soon"

*Looming in the distance, a barren desert awaits, almost taunting him, and reminding him of his past*

"I guess it's time to get to work....again. Lazy puto won't do a goddamn thing"

*Slowly walking through the desert, he sees fresh remains are strewn about. Most of them are bloody piles of mangled flesh that are unidentifiable.*

"Damn...."

*After about 2 hours of walking, the first sighs of life are spotted.....*

"Never thought I'd see them so far out of town again, looks like I'm gonna have to use this"

*Slowly, pulling out his weapon, he approaches a group of them, no more than 3 are roaming nearby

The smell is putrid, no words can truly describe how this creatures truly smell, that, toppled with their incessant moan, creates a horrifying scenario*

"Come on, get closer"

*In a blink of an eye, our protagonist shoots 1, grabs another by the neck and swiftly snaps it, and tosses the last towards the ground"

*Moaning in what sounds like agony, the corpse tries a feeble attempt to fight back, not realizing that it's fate has been sealed*

"In the name of the father, eh?"

*Slowly, he kicks the creature to the ground once more, picks the largest stone in sight."

"Send my regards to Lucifer, Satan, or whatever the hell is running the underworld, por favor?"

*The sounds of crunching bones announce the end of the wretched monsters life...*

[Blamco177]

I don't feel any creative flow now, and I'm not seeing much support. I doubt I'll add too much more at this rate.

[MyLittleHellhound]

:o I didn't know you still updated, because I didn't see it!

[yellow-card8]

Don't worry man I love this, also because you posted this kind of in the night time and people are in school, I didn't go because I am sick

Regards Yellow-card8

[killallzombies]

pretty boss story ya got here