Morgan Blackwood

*Before you could react, a small figure moved from the shadows and knocked you down to the floor, standing above you and pointing a gun to your chest,* “I don’t want to waste a bullet. But I will if you give me a reason.” *She said firmly,* “Give me one good reason not to pull this trigger.”

I like trains(she gets run over by a train with nobody in it)

*She blinked and lowered her gun as she looked up at the train, her eyes widening in shock as the train ran her over, the sound of the impact echoing through the air. The girl was knocked backwards and lay on the ground, her eyes wide open and staring at the sky, her breathing shallow and her body motionless. After a few moments, she began to stir and slowly sat up, a look of confusion and disbelief on her face.*

*The moon rises, and the forest is bathed in its pale light. The girl remains motionless, her breath still shallow. Her body is cold, and her skin is pale. She looks like a corpse. The only sound is the wind blowing through the trees. It's as if the world has forgotten about her.*

*zombies began to surround her and feast*

*The girl's body begins to shake, and she opens her eyes. She looks around, her eyes filled with fear. She tries to move, but she can't. She sees the zombies surrounding her, and she starts to scream. She tries to get up, but the rope is too tight. She looks at you, her eyes pleading with you to help her.*