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Today let's analyze the genre adventure. Genre adventure is a reference book for adults and children. But it serve for adults and children in different purposes. If a boy or girl presents himself as a brave and courageous hero, doing noble deeds, then an adult with pleasure can be a little distracted from their daily worries.


A great interest to the reader is the adventure of a historical nature. For example, question: Ā«Who discovered America?Ā»
Today there are quite interesting descriptions of the adventures of Portuguese sailors, who visited this continent 20 years before Columbus.




It should be noted the different quality of literary works created in the genre of adventure. There is an understandable interest of generations of people in the classic adventure. At the same time, new works, which are created by contemporary authors, make classic works in the adventure genre quite worthy competition.
The close attention of readers to the genre of adventure is explained by the very essence of man, which involves constant movement, striving for something new, struggle and achievement of success. Adventure genre is very excited
Heroes of adventure books are always strong and brave. And we, off course, want to be like them. Unfortunately, book life is very different from real life.But that doesn't stop us from loving books even more.

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before she rushed to the edge of the steps only to halt.

There before her the city stood silent and eerie only lit up by the odd lamppost dotting the street. Sarah shivered as she saw the bodies strewn around the road and faces twisted in agony. Every step she took felt as if it was enhanced in sound and she surveyed around herself, her eyes flickering everywhere.

So far no zombies she thought as she quietly made her way down the steps and onto the street, steeling her mind from the disgusting images. Now all she needed was to find somewhere safe, possibly even find some survivors who could tell her what the hell was going on.

 Shuddering at the smell of blood and rotten corpses she walked down the path, always keeping her back to a wall or surface. She darted between the lights lightly on her feet and clutched the leg of the chair more firmly in her hands like her katana.

Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she raced to the first usable car she saw. Sarah saw a body slumped forward with their head hitting the dashboard and blood pouring out of there forehead with chunks of neck missing. She lightly pressed the chair leg on the shoulder of the body and supressed a scream as the body thudded onto the cement floor. Stepping over the corpse she slid into the seat, wincing as she felt the blood squelch under her dress. She used her leg to kick the body away from the door and slammed the door shut.

The sound echoed of the walls and bounced between shadows, alerting the zombies who sat hunched chewing on meat dripping with blood. With wild eyes they stood up slowly and made a limp towards the sound, their skin peeling off their face and their hands lying limply by their sides.    

Sarah swore as she saw the first zombie emerge out from the shadows with an unhooked jaw. She blindly tried to start the car, listening as the engine stuttered before roaring to life. Silently she thanked the heavens and reversed the car, ignoring the sound of crushing bones as she went. The zombies continued to follow her as Sarah made a wild right turn and drove speedily down the road dodging cars, only taking a relieved breath when she saw them beginning to disappear and become specks on the horizon.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Chapter 2:

Slowing down and strapping her seatbelt on she weaved in between the abandon cars now more slowly as her heart rate returned to normal. Still though she was on edge, her body tensed and her eyes wild with fear.

After driving on what seemed like hours but could only have been mere minutes, Sarah parked the car on the curb but left the engine running. For a long moment she stared blankly forward and into the darkness. It was only three more hours till sunrise she thought as she leaned back. Without even realizing it she had flicked the radio on almost hoping for some music to lighten the mood.

When static met her Sarah felt the first brimming of tears rush to her eyes. Suddenly the nightā€™s events were starting to come to her and the hopelessness of her own situation. She had no clue what to do or where to even go. She was alone.

Her hands moved up to turn the radio off when she accidently pressed the wrong button through her tears.

ā€œFor all those survivorsā€ comeā€™s a booming voice and Sarah sat upright suddenly now fully alert, her falling tears forgotten  as they descended down her dirtied cheeks.

ā€œIā€™m sure you all know that the undead have risenā€¦.ā€ Sarahā€™s worst fears had been confirmed and she shivered.

ā€œBut donā€™t fear, the government has been preparing for such a situation as this. There are safe houses located all around the countryside such as Goodwill. Go there and you would be protected.ā€ Sarah frowned; Goodwill wasnā€™t that far from where she was. ā€œThe government has been preparing for such a situation ever since the 1990s and built secrete safe houses everywhere. Itā€™s now up to you to make it hereā€ Suddenly the connection was cut off. Sarah cursed and tried tapping away to find the connection again but to no avail for it had been lost.

But it was enough thought Sarah. Because now she knew that there were others like her who were, if they heard the message, going to go to Goodwill. Feeling a little better she laughed a little and couldnā€™t keep the slight smile from her face. The only problem she had now was getting there but first she needed weapons. If push came to pull she knew that she wouldnā€™t be able to fight all the zombies using a broken chair leg and wearing a dress.

Pulling out from the side of the road she drove towards the direction of her auntā€™s house, knowing that it was on its way to Goodwill. Hopefully she thought, her aunt would still be alive and breathing, but she knew that deep inside the idea was a farfetched one.

It took about an hour to get out of the city and into suburban land and the sky was starting to get lighter. Sarah was dead tired when she arrived at her auntā€™s small yellow house and she almost didnā€™t care about the dead bodies strewn everywhere. Somewhere along the way she had just shut that switch of empathy off and was feeling like she too were dead in her mind except for one thought. Survive.

 Sarahā€™s body was alert as she stepped out from the car holding the wooden piece and shutting the car door but not locking it. She saw that her auntā€™s font door was ajar slightly and with cautious steps she made her way towards it. Slightly she kicked it open; thankful it didnā€™t make a creaking noise as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Everywhere she could see things in a mess as if someone had had a wrestling match in there. Listening for any noise she bravely took a step in, her lips sealed shut with fear. Hands shaking she tried to switch on the lights and it worked for all but three seconds before sputtering off. However even that was enough time for Sarah to see her auntā€™s body lying on the living room floor in her nightgown and with blood soaking her clothes.

Raising her hand to her mouth she gagged into it but steeled her mind as she placed a large mental block on her feelings, before inching to the left and towards the side cupboard where she knew her aunt kept a torch. She took the torch out and shined the beam around the house, letting it fall everywhere except the body of her aunt as she took steady steps towards the kitchen. When she entered the room she saw a smearing of blood on the floors and ignoring it she looked hastily through the drawers for her auntā€™s sharpest blade. She altered between two small knives and then decided to take both as she placed her wooden chair leg down and held both knives in one hand and the torch in the other.

After Sarah made a beeline for her room that she often stayed in when she came to visit on those odd weekends. Opening the door she looked in with her weapons raised high and the light shining around the room. It was a miracle that her stuff was still in its rightful position she thought as she walked in. Sarah opened her cupboards and pulled out some dark jeans, a leather belt and a long sleeved black shirt. That was when she heard the groaning. Dropping her clothes on the floor she turned in time to see a body lunge and her. Sarah pushed herself roughly to the right where she hit her side on the drawer and winced. The pain snapped her out of her daze as she saw her aunt rise up in the beam of the light from the floor but with the crazed look of a zombie. She limped towards Sarah and Sarah picked up her knives which had fallen besides her and sending an apology silently she plunged the first knife deep with her auntā€™s leg, making the zombie fall to the ground. But still the zombie kept coming and Sarah just barely missed it as it made a grab for her leg. Slamming her foot down on the head she panted as she army rolled away. She took a moment to collect her breath before she rammed her other knife deep with her auntā€™s skull. Sarahā€™s aunt stilled and fell to the floor in a heap of dead limbs. Yet still Sarah continued to plunge the knife into her head, the blood splattering everywhere.

When Sarah had calmed down she stood back in horror. Had she done that she wondered as now one couldnā€™t even tell where the head began or ended. She had been possessed by this primal need to defend herself and had struck wildly but with precision like she had been taught in her many classes.

Looking away she picked up her clothes, torch and knives and made her way unsteadily to the connected bathroom where she locked the door. The girl in the mirror looked horrific with blood dotting there face and their hair matted with the substance. Sarah turned the knob on the sink and sighed in relief as water gushed out. She picked up a handful and drank from it greedily before washing her face vigorously as if to cleanse herself from death. The water turned red and it took about fifteen minutes to get it all out from her hair. Now Sarah could see the blonde colouring of hair and her pale pallor of her face. Getting a towel she stripped down from the dress and wiped the blood off her body before slipping on her new pair of clothes. Sarah strapped one of the knives around her belt and held the other in her hand as she tightened her hair into a messy bun. Now feeling a bit more prepared she exited the bathroom with her torch and rifled around her cupboard where she withdrew a sturdy black backpack and some firm running shoes. Slipping them on she exited her room and glanced nervously around before hurriedly making her way to the kitchen again. As she stepped over some papers something on them caught her eyes.

Sarahā€™s aunt had been a scientist, but for what, Sarah never knew. But now there were papers scattered everywhere with very familiar equations and symbols that she had created alongside her aunt unknowingly with the title on every page reading ā€˜undead projectā€™ in bold black script. Crouching down Sarah frowned at the scripts and came to realize that they were logs. Some of them had her auntā€™s neat writing and picking it up and flashing the torch on them she read briefly on what it said.

Log 12

The test subject has been unresponsive. Weā€™ve tried a combination of different chemicals but it still seems far that weā€™ll ever find a cureā€¦.

Before Sarah could delve any further into the text she heard the distinct sound of groaning. Looking out the opened door that she

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