When All Hell Breaks Loose. (BOTDF+BVB Zombie Apocalypse)

Bad Timing Little One!

It's been three weeks since I killed my zombie family. I still smiled and giggled everytime I reminded myself of them. I was so happy that I got to do the things that i've always wanted to do to them. I continued walking and laughing when I felt something warm slide down my legs. I looked down and saw blood. Bright red, chrimson blood. My eyes widened, and I ran over to the side of the highway. Only to puke up more blood. I took in deep breaths to calm myself down, only to be met with a terrible pain in my lower stomach and bag. I sat down on the side of the road and leaned against a car. Blood was still flowing from between my legs and the smell of iron soon filled my nostrails. At this rate, I'll be surrounded by zombies for sure. I bite my lip and cringed in pain once again, this went on for what felt like hours. Tears slowly started to form in my eyes as I looked down at my watch. The pain really has been going on for hours. It was about 9AM when the pain first started. It was 3PM now. I groaned and slowly opened my duffle bag. I rummaged through and pulled out a screwdriver and a cloth. I wrapped the cloth around the handle of the screwdriver and put it in my mouth, to keep my from screaming out. I bit down on the handle everytime I felt the pain surge from my stomach down. My vision started to become blurry from bloodloss and the pain was becoming way to much to bare. Using the last bit of my strength, I opened my bag once again and pulled out my hunting knife. This baby has got to go.....