cerita zombi 5

>>> hai. ezra kembali menyapa.
chapter ini agak-agak 'gore' nih, disarankan jangan baca sambil makan yak bahahahhahahaha.

update pendek, yang penting ane berhasil nulis chapter 5 setelah sekian lama.
kalo lo baru kali ini baca ezra zombie, jangan lupa cek tag http://logikatanpacela.blogspot.com/search/label/cerita%20zombi supaya lo bisa nemu cerita ini dari chapter pertama oke.

thanks. selamat baca.









If Ezra is being honest with you, he's never seen a real zombie before. The little girl from the first day he got sent out to the government's shelter didn't count. She wasn't vicious or anything, remember? She just chewed her dad's arm off.

The troops in the government's shelter never share about their battles, either. They keep to themselves; all solemn faces covered with dirt marching around protecting what's behind the walls, collecting supplies every two days and probably coming back with a new dozen of survivors and less of their own. They eat at their separated quarters and their interaction with the citizen are minimum to the max. Ezra would think that they're just being a snob because they're the troops, but sometimes he swears there are pain reflected in those adults' eyes.

Ezra doesn't know about the rest of his so-called teammates. Had any of them seen or directly confronted by zombies? Will their daily half-assed training pay off now that they're about to slay some? Will they be overpowered? Are the zombies fast runner? But the most important thing for now, what are they going to do next, escaping back to the government's shelter or continuing their silly mission to raid the minimart?

Is this what they often scream about in movies that they're panicking to hell and back? Is this how being hysteric feel like?

It's not a really good feeling, Ezra decides. He doesn't want to die. He's only seventeen.

All around him are Pipit, Tyo, Ambar, and David looking like they're not ready to do their best. Ezra can hear their irregular breathing and maybe if he concentrates—if he cares enough—he might hear their racing heartbeats.

The thing is, Ezra doesn't.

*

Aside from their very own deafening paranoia and the night's chilly wind, there are no sound at all. No lifeless groans or dragged feet meeting the asphalt. You know what? Maybe Ezra was wrong. Maybe he didn't see anything before. Maybe they should keep going.

And then Ezra hears it.

From a split-second glimpse he manages to get before David's scream piercing through the night, Ezra understands that the living dead is scary. It's a man; greying hair caked with dried, darkened blood, his eyes are empty, hollowed. Torn jaw showing the remaining of its mouth and yellowing teeth. He looks like a regular man you see on the street, medium height, wearing collared shirt and black slacks. Its arm, yes, only one, is reaching out, his spider like fingers are clawing at them. He doesn't have nails anymore, Ezra notices as he walks backward, pressed close to David who is of course moaning that he doesn't want to die no no no no—

Splat!

The lone zombie falls to its knees, skull split open thanks to Pipit's quick witted nerve to slash her machete right on top of its head. It's not a pretty sight. Is that brain? It looks like a mini version of intestine, only less red in color. There's a loud, wet crack when Pipit pulls her machete out and Tyo, followed by David and surprisingly Pipit, they vomit right on their spots.

Ambar gurgles, but she holds hers down.

Ezra jumps to avoid getting splashed by David's already processed fried rice dinner and whatever it is.

They've made enough noise as it is.

They really should get going.