Creative Writing: Alcatraz

1978. Alcatraz, isolated away from rest of the world. Nowhere to be seen like a needle in a haystack. The people of the world are blinded of the disaster and devastation just waiting to happen. A virus as deadly as its name, that spreads between 50-100 people within 10 seconds,
Z-bola.

Within the fierce, intense, whistling wind there was a prison, a prison long forgotten and a prison that will never be at ease. The prison warden: small but quick, restless eyes however, sharp strong small arms and long ridged nose. There is a banging from a distant room; the warden is immediately alert so he cautiously stands up to search the prison. The warden hears a continuous coughing; he walks down the blood covered hallways and slowly walks around the

Willing to do whatever it takes to end the survivor’s lives. Billy goes around the crowd hoping to encounter the keys at the end; however he is in luck the keys just on top of the unfortunate body of the warden. He slowly walks to receive the keys. He just takes one more step; he lifts the key with the slightest of movement, afraid of disturbing the undead. Unexpectedly the warden grips Billy’s wrist. The warden slowly gets up in addition the warden firmly grabs on to Billy’s neck, crushing and constricting Billy like a Boa constrictor. Billy gradually reaches for his MP5. Soon as billy hooks the gun he lifts his arm in fright and then spray’s a full mag into the head of the undead warden! And the warden drops down to his feet once

“I’m here, I’m sorry it took me long” said Billy
“Let’s go” cried Weasel.
All four ran to the office clearing out any mess that was present. In a hurry Sal grabbed the fuel and sprinted with the others, yet they had smiles of joy on their faces because they were so excited of getting out. “Mission accomplished guys, we have succeeded” shouted Weasel.
All four fuelled the plane as a team and boarded it together. They all shouted in despair on their accomplishment.

As the plane went on, suddenly…… they appeared on the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge. They all were shocked. As the mist and fog start to rise, echoing sounds start to appear and big, bold, fiery bodies approach them. All of them look startled, since the monsters were ten times stronger than all four put together. Furthermore an army of undead stood behind what to be seen as leaders of the evil that terrors Alcatraz. They were outnumbered, they were petrified. There was no way