Message #29976

[Zhufor]

We ran for longer than I can fathom through the blasted streets, moans filled my ears and I remember not wanting to think of what was making them. We got to the school through the haze to find nothing. The building was rubble, there was nothing left alive. Wolf screamed in dismay and collapsed to the ground sobbing in her hands, as I stood slack jawed and empty. Her scream echoed back to us after a few seconds along with other noises, the noises that you hear in old zombie movies, and not seconds later people began to come from nowhere, but these weren’t people, they were missing limbs, part of their faces, clothing was shredded or non-existent. I picked her up off the ground and ran past them, they moaned and reached for us. My adrenaline was pumping so hard I thought my heart was going to explode.

   After a lengthy run we came to a dead end, and they were everywhere, our only choice was to go into this building behind us that had been a boarding school. They pounded on the walls as I began to put tables in windows, but to no avail, they came in other windows, they crawled through and slumped to the floor before picking themselves up and continuing to come at us. I grabbed a plank of wood that had fallen out of the ceiling, it had a few nails left in it and so I began to beat them to death…

   Six hours later I was exhausted and they had left, or maybe they were all lying on the floor, I can’t remember, it was all a blur.



   “It will be OK.” I told her as I rubbed her back. Her sobbing began to die down, and she sniffed and gave me a hug. “No it wont, this is the world we live in now, this is the apocalypse and whatever God there is has forgotten us.” she said as she looked into my eyes blankly. “It may be the end, but we are still alive are we not?” I asked with a disdainful look. “We have to survive” I said “because I still have something to fight for, and that’s you, as long as you’re here with me I have something to fight for, aren’t I a good enough reason to keep fighting? Aren’t I a good enough reason to live on?” I inquired. “O course, it’s just hard to keep your spirits up ya’ know?” she said as she sat up and wiped her eyes. “Yeah, yeah it is…” I answered with a smirk. “Let’s go get us some fuel and some Twinkies.” I said as I shouldered my USAS-twelve.” OK.” she said as she picked up her Raging bull.
As we crawled out the window we realized how bad it had gotten. Papers wafted through the streets as if the mass moaning was creating a breeze. The air was fetid and stale as if we were in an aged abandoned    basement filled with wet mould and swamp slime. The sun was non-existent, it was perpetual night. Our flashlights barely made any headway through the haze that still lingered, even weeks after the fact. Desolate was the proper term for our surroundings, and yet I was somewhat happy. Mankind deserved for this to happen, we were destroying the planet day by day, but my son did not deserve what happened…

   We walked for two or three blocks and found little more that shriveled, bone white stenches, in fact you couldn’t even call them stenches any more because they had no smell to them. They were easily dispatched with a blow to the head from my crowbar, or her nail bat. We finally came to a corner store that had gas pumps, of course they were off, but that could easily be remedied.

   Inside the store all was silent except for a quiet shuffle created by a greenie. Hs face was missing and his bones and muscle tissue underneath glowed brighter green than the rest of him creating a perfect target. He had yet to notice our presence luckily. “You got this?” I inquired to Wolf in a low voice. “Nah, go for it.” she responded with a smirk. I whistled to the stench and he turned his head making a creak like a rusty hinge, as he did his eyes widened and he began to run at me. I took aim and squeezed the trigger sending a twelve gauge shell directly into the glowing green hole in his face, thereby widening it dramatically spraying brains and god knows what else all over the wall and floor. “Ooh, critical hit.” I said with a grimace and then a smile.

   We knew that killing him was a bad idea from previous experience, but we never learned, killing a green was a bad idea because every zed in the area seemed to know when they die and come to wreck the day, so as I looted the store she brained every last one of the bastards until the loot had run dry. When the tide finally ended I turned the pumps back on and we got the fuel we needed for the generator and some beef burgers, French fries, and some crisps. “well that’s dinner.” I said to Wolf as I put them in my pack.

   As I rose to my feet the moaning outside got exponentially louder. “How many?” I asked Wolf in dismay. “too many to count, there heading straight for us, we need to go.” she said as she opened the glass doors and stepped out. I shouldered the pack and ran outside, the horde made the ground shake, shoulder-to-shoulder and sprinting, it wouldn’t take them long to get here.

“let’s go.” I told her as I began to run. Around the back of the building we went and hopped the four-foot chain link fence. They were coming from everywhere, the ally we now stood in was packed on each and began to close in. “you get the left I’ll take the right.” I said as I turned on my heel and once again took aim. “ nineteen rounds might not be enough” I thought to myself as I pumped off a round, blowing a young boy in half. They closed in faster and faster, they were beginning to sprint the last ten or twenty feet between them and us. The sound of her revolver echoed off of the walls surrounding us, making my ears ring, the sound of shells hitting the gravel was amplified by my reeling mind, the moans were now no more than background noise as I pumped round after round into the stinking horde, coagulated blood sprayed from there bodies as they fell to the ground and were instantly swallowed by the seemingly endless horde.

   They began to come over the fence that we had hopped and were on us in an instant. Wolf turned and screamed, blowing one of them against the wall , blood splattered around like a gruesome aura as I struggled to keep a naked woman from ripping my throat out, she was covered in blood, her features were skewed except for her milky white eyes and her matted black hair dangling over her shoulders. I held her by the top of the head and a shoulder, my USAS hung on its lanyard from my shoulder and I couldn’t reach it. Wolf continued to shoot the horde as I struggled against the fence. Finally pulling out my crowbar from my belt, I punctured her eye with the hook and yanked it back out, ripping a chunk of bone and brain matter out with it.

   As the corpse hit the ground all I could hear was a loud ratatatatatatat as the horde began to fall apart. Blood sprayed all over the walls and body parts flew. The gunfire from the other side of the horde stopped and I started, only needing to unload five rounds, the horde was a bloody pile in the dirt. “move move, move!” Wolf yelled as she reloaded and I realized that the horde on her end was right on top of us. She turned and ran past me, and I couldn’t move. My brother was running towards me, his left arm missing and his right one flailing. “What are you doing?!” Wolf asked as I snapped out of my reverie. “Sorry bro.” I said as he dove at me and I pulled the trigger, blowing his head into little junks against some graffiti on the wall.

   We hit the street and a low rumbling engine made me stop. I turned to my left and a tank sat in the middle of the street, a man in a drab green uniform smoking a cigarette held onto the handles of a fifty caliber waiting for the horde to come pouring out after us. I yelled “Thank you!” as I began to catch up with Wolf who had already hit the sidewalk across the street. The man raised his hand and saluted as the horde began to fan out of the alleyway. As I rounded the corner of the building the sound of the fifty issued and the moaning died down.

   I slowed to a jog as I realized that I had lost Wolf in the haze. “Wolf, where are you?!” I inquired into the smoke. No answer came and I was alone. I slumped against the wall and felt my heart beating like a caged bird in my chest. I sucked in air in short, raspy breaths and sank to the asphalt. “O.K….nineteen shells left and a little bit of food….what now? Wolf is gone, and I can’t continue right now….I need to rest.” I said to myself as I stood up. The fifty had stopped firing and all was silent, no moans, nothing except the sound of my breathing. ‘where do I go now?’ I asked myself as I began to walk. The pocket light that hung from my belt bounced back and forth as I walked, throwing shadows. I knew that nothing was on the street or I would hear it, but my brain was trying to tell me otherwise. I observed the buildings as I passed by them, houses and businesses, all empty save for the memories left therein, ghosts of what once was.

   I began to gravitate towards a car that sat a few yards up from me, its blue paint had already started to rust through, the windshield was in pieces on the hood and the ground, it seemed they had hit someone. I came to the door of the vehicle and rubbed the dirt off of the window. The driver was no more than flaky skin and bone, he had rotted in this car for at least three years. His head rested on the steering wheel, a piece of his skull shown through the desiccated skin and a brown streak ran down the steering wheel and had pooled on the floorboards. A young child sat in the back, no better than the driver, he had been thrown against his seatbelt and his neck had shattered, leaving his head hanging to the side. On the passenger seat laid a dusty knife, a trench knife to be exact. “he must have been a world war one vet.” I told myself as I made my way to the other side of the car. The front end was smashed, like they had hit something very large, blood caked the front end as if they had hit some kind of giant, but the giant had gotten away. “What the ****…” I said as I stared at the stain. Shaking my head I opened the door to the vehicle and grabbed the knife. As I got close to the corpse the smell assaulted my nostrils and I gagged. I closed the door of the car slowly and sniffed in an attempt to keep my breakfast.

   The knife was in fairly good condition considering where it had sat for so long. I blew the dust off of it and held onto it as I walked, firing off any more rounds would just attract them. ‘you left her.’ my brain told me. ‘ you left her behind. Why aren’t you looking for her?’ it inquired. I stopped in my tracks and the tears welled up. ‘ I lost my son, I wont lose her too.’ I told myself as I began to sprint at the top of my ability. I dodged between the wrecked cars toward home base. ‘ if she’s going to be anywhere it will be there.’ I reassured myself.


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