It was the late afternoon, no one knew the time, date, or month anymore. The days just became a blur. Susan, Jake and charlie walked across the city bridge (which city no one knew). it was deadly quiet, no one spoke, not even a murmur. the bridge was old and dusty and the sun shone down on upon it. the three suddenly stopped, a faint noise could be heard somewhere. what was it? it sounded like a faint whistling. they raised there guns and panned out looking over and across the bridge. nothing was there. as Jake edged round the corner of a turned up car, his heart was pounding, first of all there are pig zombies, then hog zombies. so at this point anything was possible. Jake quickly spun round the corner and saw, just some rusty old pipes. the wind travelled through them, making a whistling sound. they were so relieved. they sat on the bridge and watched the sun set, as they listened out for squeals, and counted the seconds until they spent another night fighting for their lives.... *Based on my old english work for 'creating tension'
