The Zombie Infection 2: by Nick Unknown (books under 200 pages .txt) 📖

me. They need a place to stay for the night, at least! We’ve been walking for a week!” She shouted, trying to tug on the man’s heartstrings. 

The man hesitated to shout again. Somebody inside the house called him back. The second person somehow convinced the man to let them in. He finished his conversation with the second person and went back outside, walking up to the main gate and unlocking it. He beckoned them inside as a small pack of zombies entered their sights. Jenn ushered her family inside. Once everybody was inside the fenced-off farm, the man locked the gate. He then directed them inside the farmhouse, meeting the second person. The person turned out to be an elderly woman, the man’s wife. The elderly couple brandished a knife, but her wrists seemed to be giving up on her. 

At first, she was cautious of them, but she eased up after one look at young Bianca’s face. It was like an angel was in front of her. 

With tensions lowered, the elderly woman introduced them to their grandchild, a small boy named Kevin. He had white hair that extended to his waist, flowing like a river. Unlike his grandparents---who did have white hair due to old age---he had dark blue eyes; They had dirt-brown eyes. 

Kevin wore his school uniform of blue polo and black khakis. His skin was black as night, reflected in his grandparent’s skin tone. They were also African-Americans.

With introductions out of the way, Jenn and her family were welcomed into the farmhouse with open arms. The grandparents were kind people at heart, but cautious after their son and daughter-in-laws’ death. They were killed at the hands of lynchers. Due to this, they fenced off the farm and remained isolated. At least, until Jenn and her family arrived. Now the farmhouse held six people and a dog. A large family, of sorts. 

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“They’re nearby. I saw them walking past here.” A man armed with a hunting rifle remarked. He was talking to the driver of an RV. The driver glanced at the man and nodded. 

“I’ll kill them. Oh, and those black people as well.” He then brandished an assault rifle. “We’ll move in a week, so prepare our arsenal and vehicles. We’re taking over the farm. We’ll have infinite food!” He exclaimed, cackling. 

“Got it, I’ll pass the message on. Let the Lynchers live another day.” He remarked before running off.

 

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Publication Date: 06-10-2017

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