All Chapters of Project Dakota: Rising of the dead: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I woke up to the sound of shuffling. I looked around in severe panic as I looked at Lena's side. She was awake and she looked at me. "Ethel....... what's going on" she said looking as confused as I was. "I don't know kiddo let me check" I stood up and peeped out of the window. I saw a lot of people down shooting at some zombies which were approaching in a herd . I immediately ran to my bag fishing out my gun. It was loaded and ready to go. "Stay here and keep your head down" she looked like she wanted to say something but she just nodded. I bursted out of the room and I ran towards the stairs. I stopped when I spotted Amanda. At the bottom of the stairs. "Where are you going" she said and I just pushed passed her."Well I'm going to take those things out " I said and I ran out. I nearly laughed at the way they where shooting. They where just wasting bullets. They stood too far from the zombies and moved back when they got closer. I sighed as I ran back inside. I'm sure there

Carlos pacing was starting to get annoying that it made me hungry. Greg brought me a bottle of orange juice as we all waited for Jason to arrive. We barely said a word to each other cause the air was tight Savannah was just biting her nails as she looked around. She seemed restless and I felt she knew something we didn't. "So.... What do we do?" Greg whispered. "I don't know Greg " I said as I looked at Carlos angry face. " Things will really get bad if Jason shows up Carlos is too mad " Amanda was right his eyes where clouded with anger." Maybe if Jason comes, we should tie him up or just restrain him and try to get Carlos to calm down. Before he does something" I said and Greg nodded. ." I have some ropes " Greg said " If you get the ropes we'll need you at the front door for when he arrives and you'll grab in from behind while I stall him" and he nodded "Great let me go grab the ropes" Greg said and I nodded. Savannah watched us with suspicious eyes as Greg went to the d

A tear dropped from my eyes as I smiled at the letter. Elise left me a letter I just couldn't think of how awesome that was . My hands shook as I folded the paper and looked at the map over and over again. I was so happy I couldn't think straight. I stuffed the paper at my back pocket as I hurriedly went to the door with my hands full. I ran towards the car which was now swarming with zombies. Carlos was shooting as I got to the car. I think I helped him by drawing the attention to myself because Carlos was able to shoot ten at once but more where coming. One was so close to Carlos I had to drop the things I got cause my hands where really full. I ran straight towards the zombie and bashed it's head in with my bat which was underneath my pits. It made a weird gurgling sound and fell down jerking with ugly rotten blood gushing out of it's head. I got above it and kept bashing it's head till it stopped moving. Sighing, I wiped my forehead with the sleeve of my shirt and looked at Carl

The first sensation was not of sight, but of a profound, instinctual recoil. A painful, brilliant whiteness seared through the grime-caked windshield, a stark and violent contrast to the muted, perpetual twilight we had grown accustomed to. It was not the gentle dawn of a remembered world, but the harsh, interrogative glare of a spotlight, pinning us in our metal shell. My hands, already gripping the steering wheel with a familiar, bone-deep tension, tightened further, the leather creaking in protest. We all squinted, a synchronized flinch against the assault, our pupils struggling to contract after so long in the gloom.As my vision swam back into focus, resolving the harsh light into a defined beam from a source somewhere ahead, the world outside the glass began to clarify. And with that clarity came a fresh, more potent wave of dread. The awe was not for some majestic, forgotten landscape, but for the sheer, unnerving density of the figures shambling and lurching in the periphery o

The world ceased to exist beyond the warmth of her hands covering my eyes. The compound, the watching faces, the very air—it all dissolved into a blur of sensation. The only things that were real were the familiar, calloused press of her palms against my skin and the sound of my name, a whispered prayer I had feared I would never hear again. A sob, ragged and torn from a place deep within me I had thought long since cauterized by fear, broke free. My knees buckled, but I did not fall, held upright by the sheer, impossible fact of her presence.I turned, my movements slow, disbelieving, as if a sudden gesture might shatter the mirage. My hands came up, gripping her wrists, needing the solid, tangible proof of her. Her hands slid from my eyes, down to my shoulders, and then we were simply staring at one another. Her face—it was the same, yet utterly transformed. It was my sister’s face, the one I had carried in my mind’s eye, but it was older, harder. The laugh lines around her eyes wer