Narrative Essay On Modern Day Witch Hunt

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We searched for what seemed like hours. As Timmy and Dean slept their shifts, I continued the hunt for anything we could use to draw the zombies off for just a short while. We needed just enough time to get to Eric's car and race to my wife. My quest was fruitless.
There was no useful way. I even thought that launching balls of ground meat might draw the undead walkers away. It might have worked, too. That is, if we had any way of testing it.
Timmy relieved me, sending me off to bed. It was nearly midnight and I was really sleepy. Dean was snoring under a blanket on the floor. I pulled the remaining blanket over myself and laid my head on a musty-smelling pillow. The floor was hard, but at least it wasn't lumpy. My mind continued …show more content…

"On your feet! Something's happening!"
My heart was pounding as I raced into the office. The computer screen was displaying the camera orientated to the front of the parking lot. The scene was chaos.
A group of bikers had rumbled down the road. The large group of zombies we had drawn to this area, along with others who had heard the loud bikes, met the motorcycle riders in front of our building. The undead blocked the way so well that they forced the motorcycle gang to stop and were even now engaged in battle. Shots ripped through the air as the two groups clashed. Some of the bikers fired guns, while others preferred handheld weapons.
Many of the gang dismounted and fought on foot, brandishing everything from axes to crowbars. One guy had a Samurai sword and must have been a trained martial artist. He met his enemy like a tornado. His spinning kicks and flashing blade cut a path through the gathering undead. His dynamic moves proved useless in the end. The zombies just walked right into his vicious attacks and overwhelmed him.
A black leather-clad bear of a man fought hand to hand. Huge muscles bulged under his bare, hair covered-arms. He punched one tattered-looking zombie right in the

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