Download or read book Dead and Buried: A Zombie Horror Story written by Drac Von Stoller and published by Drac Von Stoller. This book was released on 2024-08-31 with total page 9 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: The sun was beginning its descent, casting long, dancing shadows across the abandoned chemical plant. The air hung heavy with an acrid stench, a lingering reminder of the toxic waste that had once polluted the nearby river. Daniel, Bobby, Jimmy, and Daren, four friends united by a love for fishing and a penchant for mischief, were gathered on the banks of the murky water. "I'm telling you, there's something off about this place," Daniel muttered, his eyes darting nervously towards the dilapidated plant looming behind them. The others laughed, dismissing his concerns as they always did. "You're such a scaredy-cat, Dan," Jimmy teased, playfully shoving his friend. "The plant's been abandoned for years. Nothing but rats and rust in there now." But Daniel couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. The river, once a toxic cesspool, had been cleaned up years ago, but whispers of its dark past still lingered. Stories of mutated fish and strange disappearances circulated among the locals, fueling the boys' imaginations and their dares to venture closer to the forbidden zone. As the light faded, casting an eerie orange glow across the water's surface, Daren stood up abruptly. "Hey guys, I gotta go take a leak," he announced, already fumbling with his zipper. He wandered off towards the side of the plant, a place they rarely ventured. The remaining trio continued their idle chatter, swapping exaggerated tales of the mythical giant fish that supposedly lurked in the river's depths. Their laughter echoed off the plant's corroded walls, masking the sound of Daren's startled gasp. "Come check this out!" Daren's voice rang out, filled with an excitement that sent chills down Daniel's spine. Intrigued, the others put down their fishing rods and joined him, their footsteps crunching on the gravel-strewn ground. They gathered around a large, rusty barrel sitting near the building. Its metal surface was pitted and scarred, covered in faded warning labels and mysterious symbols. "What do you think is inside?" Bobby whispered, his eyes wide with curiosity. Jimmy, always the daredevil, grinned mischievously. "Let's roll it down the hill and see what's inside," he suggested, already placing his hands on the barrel's cold surface. Daniel hesitated, a knot of dread tightening in his chest. "I don't know, guys. Maybe we should leave it alone." But his protests fell on deaf ears. With a collective grunt, they pushed the barrel towards the edge of a nearby hill, overlooking an old, forgotten cemetery. The rusted metal groaned in protest as it teetered on the brink, and then, with a final shove, it tumbled down the slope. The barrel bounced and rolled, gathering speed as it careened towards the graveyard. It smashed through the rotting wooden fence, splintering ancient boards, before coming to a violent stop against a crumbling tombstone. The impact echoed through the evening air, followed by an ominous hiss as the lid popped open. A thick, green slime oozed from the barrel, its viscous surface bubbling and writhing as if alive. The noxious substance seeped into the parched earth, disappearing between the cracks in the soil. The stench that arose was overwhelming, a mixture of decay and chemical burn that made their eyes water. "What the hell was that?" Daniel choked out, covering his nose with his shirt. Bobby, his face pale in the fading light, let out a nervous laugh. "I betcha tonight there will be zombies rising up from the ground," he joked weakly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the flowing river. The others laughed half-heartedly, trying to dispel the growing sense of unease. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the cemetery in lengthening shadows, they couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly, irrevocably wrong. "We should go," Daniel insisted, already backing away. "It's getting late, and our parents will be worried." Reluctantly, the others agreed. As they gathered their fishing gear and prepared to leave, a cold wind swept through the area, carrying with it the faint sound of scraping, as if something was clawing its way up through the earth. That night, an unnatural quiet descended upon the town. The usual symphony of crickets and distant barking was replaced by an unsettling silence that seemed to press in from all sides. Daniel tossed and turned in his bed, unable to shake the memory of the green slime and the ominous feeling it had stirred within him. Just as he was about to drift off, a sharp tap at his window jolted him awake. Heart pounding, he crept to the glass and peered out into the darkness. Bobby's face, pale and drawn, stared back at him. "Dan, you gotta come quick," Bobby whispered urgently. "Something's happening at the cemetery."