1 Work in Harry Styles/Gerard Way
Channing jumped out of the car, and grabbed a bat from the trunk, but didn’t help me out at all! Asshole! There must be more of them than we thought. The zombie came at me again, gripping my clothes, making it impossible to be rid of.
I grabbed around, panicked! Trying to find something, anything to kill it with! The only thing that came in contact with my fingers was an empty beer bottle. I smashed it on the thing’s head, causing the glass to shatter right on my face, forcing me to close my eyes. I could feel it, moving, still trying to sink those disgusting teeth into my flesh....