# The end of Hope

Author: EvanGray8
Tags: Blood, Gore, Gun, Guns, apocalypse, zombie, zombies

This was originally a Dream I had and I remember it vidily, I wrote it down as soon as I woke up because I thought it was just so awesome. Hope you like.

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I was second in line as everyone around me panicked.&nbsp; No one knew what was going on as we received handguns with one clip each. They were tiny and black and each magazine had 17 shots in it. I wasn't a gun enthusiast so I had no idea what the model was, I just grabbed it because I KNEW what was going to happen next.&nbsp; I turned around and saw some familiar faces; all with expressions of fear as they scurried around the room.&nbsp; It was like watching wound up gadgets in a toy store.&nbsp; There was a lot of talking.&nbsp; Everyone rushed to set up barriers aimed at the glass doors.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I looked at them and sighed, why had no one bothered to barricade the front doors? They are made of glass! The doors will be the first point of entrance. &nbsp;I noticed the glass walls around them had all been barricaded with a thin layer of boards and cardboard.&nbsp; Since the walls were made of one foot squared, glass panes, that MIGHT be enough support.&nbsp; I looked down at my gun and wondered if this was going to be it; if I was 17 gunshots away from death.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Two people approached me.&nbsp; "So Bill, are you going to save us? HA!" &nbsp;A female voice said mocking me with a smile, &nbsp;and then walked away.&nbsp; Even before the end some people continue to be crass. My head jolted toward the noise of shattering glass. &nbsp;Three zombies stumbled inside. , I don't raise my gun because I fear others will fire in a disorganized fashion. So I need to conserve my ammo. I knelt and looked behind me.&nbsp; , &nbsp;I spied the one we all called 'Death' in our colony. He had short black hair, a black cape wrapped around his body, and &nbsp;a hand scythe. He stared coldly at the zombies as if they were an abomination to him.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I turned my attention back toward the screaming of bystanders fleeing gunfire, when all of a sudden, the gunshots stopped.&nbsp; &nbsp;I noticed a zombie dressed in a green buttoned up pullover and another wearing a white t-shirt.&nbsp; They were trying to break down the barricades. &nbsp;With gun in hand, I quickly ran toward the enemies and as I tried to fire, the gun fell apart. &nbsp;What the? A dud? Was it a malfunction? They kept tearing shit away and I looked around at the dead bodies and I realized there were children sitting against &nbsp;a wall. I counted three.&nbsp; &nbsp;I could see the look of defeat in their eyes. They were ready to die, they had given up... I couldn't let that happen...

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; That's when I noticed it, a crowbar laying against a wall as if it was ready for me.&nbsp; Grabbing it, I waved the crowbar &nbsp;toward the first zombie, hitting him &nbsp;in the left temple. One fourth of its head separated and the body fell over.&nbsp;&nbsp; As I recoiled for the next attack I wondered, how could the zombies be so smart as to remove the barricade from inside?&nbsp; Weren't they supposed to be brainless consumers? Heaving my crowbar over my head, I swung again hitting the zombie in the head with a sickening &nbsp;thud.&nbsp; I forced my crowbar out of its head as I placed my left foot on its chest and it went limp. Turning, I witnessed a zombie feasting on a little girl. It had broken through the barricade to my right. I could hear the flesh being swallowed and savored as wet squishy sounds came from the fucker's mouth.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I swung the crowbar, striking the&nbsp; zombie &nbsp;in the head. The crowbar bounced off but still harmed him.&nbsp; As the zombie lay bleeding, I tried hitting it again with the same result. Fuck, I thought to myself... I must be getting tired... this crowbar is getting heavy and I brought it down a third time hitting the zombie in the back of the skull exposing the brains and matter inside.&nbsp; I covered my mouth in disgust and turned around to find &nbsp;a checkered zombie lunging at me. I fell to the floor keeping &nbsp;it at bay with the crowbar.&nbsp; I put my hands on both ends, held my weapon up, and by pressing the&nbsp; bar against the zombie's neck,&nbsp; I was able to lift it up and away from me and yelled for someone to shoot it.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I was greeted by three shots from a handgun followed by &nbsp;thick globs of blood and brains splattered over me. I pushed the zombie off and stood.&nbsp; I could feel the gooey substance in my hair and on my face, but there was no time to worry about that, another zombie had stumbled inside. &nbsp;Rushing toward it , I smashed the zombie in the face with the head of the crowbar. It stumbled into a piano that was being used as a barricade in the front. Just then, I noticed one of the children was right at its feet. Instinctively, I grabbed her by the shirt and threw her to the side for safety.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Brandishing my crowbar at the zombie, it centered itself again and looked at me with a deep gash in its cheek.&nbsp; The dark red blood, leaking from the wound was hitting the ground with a surprisingly sickening thud.&nbsp;&nbsp; The smell &nbsp;was so overwhelming that I felt like I was being choked. I noticed my crowbar and hands were covered in its squishy blood. Just then, &nbsp;it lunged for me and I quickly dodged to the right; got behind it and swung the butt of the crowbar against the back of the zombie's head breaking the lower back of its skull, its neck, and spine.&nbsp; With one loud thud, it fell to the ground.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I turned around and noticed there were not many people alive.&nbsp; Those that were looked at me with mixed expressions of hope and terror. I ran to the front door to see what enemy I might be facing next.&nbsp; There was a large group of zombies to my left attempting to gain entrance to a movie theater but the doors &nbsp;weren't budging. That's when they noticed me and a few started my way. I quickly ran back inside.&nbsp; This time I was ready to take on the leadership role and save these people.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Give me the damn key! We're going in the back!" I yelled. Somehow I knew Death, who had the key, would be hesitant to give it up because that didn't go with his 'plan.' But his plan already failed.&nbsp; &nbsp;These people he wanted to save were now dead.&nbsp; &nbsp;I yelled at him again as he slowly looked through his pockets. "I SAID GIVE ME THAT DAMN KEY, DEATH!!" &nbsp;I noticed he was battered and bruised, he must've gotten injured during the assault. I took the key as he handed it to me with a smile.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I unlocked the back door and was greeted by a small metal staircase. &nbsp;I had everyone follow me that wanted.&nbsp; When we got to the top I noticed I had left the key.&nbsp; I pleaded with the children to follow which they gradually did, still with defeat in their eyes.&nbsp; I noticed Death was lagging behind.&nbsp; He looked up at me and with a frown on his face he shut the door with a locking sound.&nbsp;&nbsp; At that moment, I thought... they defeated Death itself... do we stand no chance...

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