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i wrote this story and i need to know wat u guys think. (no spell check, coping story off of paper)
I held the blood samples up to the light. their blood is thicker, darker, nastier, and i think i see somthing swimming around in there. our blood is a normal, dark red color. well, you have no idea what im talking about. lets talk about how this all began and what THEY are. first of all, the year this all started was 2012, the year is now 2049, (dispite what you expect from how far in the future i am we just found a gun manufacturing plant and figured out how to use it.) the THEY are those... mutated... zombies. Some are stronger than others but they can all be killed. the blood samples are their blood compared to our blood, the uninfected. i am a researcher sent to find out everything about the things, so far i know that they are afraid of fire, most are weak towards getting shot in the head, and they are extremly aggressive.
so back to the blood samples, the other researcher that was sent with me was inexperienced and was poking the body that we got the blood sample off of with a stick. "stop that!" i said, scoulding him. "that body is very important, and that stick could contaminate him! Oh and don't drop your tranquilizer! it could wake up any moment..." "why do you get the real gun and i get the tranq?" he snapped back in his country accent. "because," i replied calmly "you are younger, inexperienced, I DON'T LIKE YOU... and you can't aim worth shit! i've seen you in the shooting range, 'gonna get me a perfect headshot' you shot the foot!" "hey" he replied now slightly more angry. "it was a fluke! Won't happen again, i swear it!" i was now looking at the blood samples again, still somthing swimming inside it. i could hear the sounds of my partner mumbling angirly and kicking rocks. i looked back at him ready to tell him "look im sorry" but by the time i said look, i noticed the zombie was now concious! "look out!" i yelled just as he turned around and said "wat" in his sarcasticish voice, it pounced him. "i grabbed my gun, pulled it out and said "hold him still!" the only reply i got from him was a second of screaming and alot of tranquilizer darts flying everywhere. i took cover for about a second then heard the click, click, click of him being out of ammo but still pulling the trigger. i leaped out from behind the large rock and took aim. "if i shoot i'll hit you, shift positions!" again only reply was his screams. soon his screams dimmed, and the constant click,click,click,click began to slow down, too late for him, i took the shot. the bullet wizzed right through the zombies head and into my recent partners. i took a moment to mourn his death, i didn't like him, i just felt i had to.
ill stop here so what do you think?