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zombie ish fiction "Prepared" New chapter 14 page July 4th 2011
2/22/2010 12:25:16 AM
started writing this a couple years ago and found it on my computer tonight. I'm still working on the other chapters.
update 12-2010: will be on Amazon soon! wait for 2nd edition though
Chapter 1 head call
Here I am a former warrior with a plethora of high-speed low drag training now in the current predicament…unemployed and living in my parents’ basement. I did eight years in the Marines and completed the school of infantry, CQB training, Army Jump school, and any other high-speed school I could get into. I had the crazy idea that the civilian life would be better for me. I got my business degree and thought every fortune500 company would be pounding at my door for me to work for them.
Here I sit on the toilet in a fancy high rise in the city after I bombed an interview. It was a nice clean facility so I did not mind taking a much needed head call. At least my iphone still had signal so I could go post to my favorite internet forums. Interesting as I check the active topics almost all of them have “zombies” in the title. My favorite Internet forum is a large gun board that has half it’s members obsessed with zombies. I guess they were all a little more active today and I’m not in the mood for z-day talk now that I still have no job so I close the browser.
After about twenty minutes sitting on the can planning my life and recollecting my shortcomings I thought I would check the local weather and news. I don’t go up to the city that often and maybe once I’m done I would go out for some coffee and check out the sites. The city has lots of women and I have been in the worse drought of my life. At this point my life is about rock bottom as I am single, jobless, and living in my parents basement.
My iphone finally loads my local news web site and it’s a little livelier than usual. Lots of breaking news with headlines of: riots, deaths, and chaos. I click on the main headline just as the lights go out. “Oh crap” I yell as I sit on the toilet in pure darkness. I can’t believe I have been in here so long that the timer on the motion light went out. It was one of those great energy saving ideas that turn on the lights to the bathroom when you walk in. The problem now is that the stall blocks all my movement. I grab some TP and hope for the immaculate one wiper and then find my way to the door.
I am using my iphone as a flashlight as the lights are not going on and notice the news site has finally loaded on the iphone. In big read letters it said “Rabid people rioting in the streets of Milwaukee!” And had lots of reports of people biting other people. I click on a video and see the newscaster reporting from just down the street from the building I’m at. I can see the reporter is looking pretty scared and only within a few seconds of broadcasting he gets tackled and then you see the camera go down. For a brief second while the camera is on the ground you see the people that tackled the newscaster jump on top of him before the camera cuts out. The news site has the video on loop. The video was of such poor quality it was hard to tell what started it all.
I need to get out of the bathroom and to my SUV, one of the few things I struggle to keep with my work situation. It was all rigged for land expedition with a snorkel, skid plates, roof rack, all terrain tires, and extra lighting. I built this thing for the extreme while I was in the Marines but I have only been able to use it on the roads. I parked about three blocks away from the building I was in because I found a free parking lot.
Everything close to this building was meter parking and I am one cheap person when it comes to parking. I put my phone back in my pocket and started to open the door. The door was really heavy and the bathroom soundproof as that is what I look for in a bathroom facility when I have to drop the deuce. My interview was at the other end of the building but I asked the doorman were a discreet restroom was as I had Mexican food the other night. When the door opened I was bombarded with sounds of people in dress shoes running on the hard floors, honking car alarms, and screaming. I was temporally blinded from the light as my eyes adjusted from the dark bathroom to daylight.
I had to go down this hall to the main lobby, which was also the source of most of the screaming. I pulled out my iphone again to check the news in hopes that the chaos may be ending. The news was now showing a map of the US with red blinking dots on many cities including the one I was in. The largest blinking dot was over Chicago. Great my home is in between here and Chicago. I have to get to my SUV and to my Parents house. I was one of those guys that had cases of MRE’s, pallets of bottle water, and enough guns and ammo to outfit the National Guard. I kept it al at my parents as they had an underground storm shelter. It was on my parents’ property from the previous owners who built it during the cold war. It was the best place to be in situations like this. The only problem was that I was about a 45-minute drive from their home.
Just as I was zoning out looking at the blinking map the screen changed and then it said “incoming call from Mom”. I answered it and my mom was yelling for me to come home and then asked how the interview went. She said my dad and her were going in the shelter and would wait for me in there. I was just about to tell her I was on my way when the phone went dead. I can’t believe the battery on this phone is so horrible and that has to be the worse luck ever of mine having it die on me now. At least the screaming has died down a bit, as it’s time for me to get out of this hallway and to the main lobby.
I start walking to the lobby and feel naked without a gun. While in the Marines I always had a weapon on me in scary places. This building was very scary now as it was silent. If I could make it to my SUV as I have a Glock 26 hidden under the dash. Yea Wisconsin is one of the few states were you can’t conceal carry but many still carry. I left it in the car as this building had a metal detector at the entrance. As I enter the main lobby it’s just a mess of spilled coffee cups, papers, shoes, broken glass, and on almost all the windows spider web cracks. The hard marble floor is slippery enough without all the extra hazards in my way. The one day I wear a suit and dress shoes this happens. Over by the large glass windows facing the street I see one window completely smashed in and what looks like bloody handprints all over the other windows to either side. I start taking my tie off and put it in my pocket. I am really getting freaked out now because I am noticing more blood but no people. I make sure not to get any blood on me as I remember the news talking about rabid people.
I make my way to the metal detector and just like the rest of the place there is nobody around. I push on the revolving door and notice no blood or mess in it. I start pushing and than “WOOMP”! I get jolted in the revolving door as someone ran full speed to get in as I was trying to get out. The jolt put us both in the midway point so neither of us could get out without moving it around one turn. The glass door hit me in my head and dazed I look into the other compartment to see who ran into me. The person was slumped over and when I tried to move the door there body stopped my movement. Now I’m stuck in a revolving door with a knocked out person in the other compartment. I keep trying to push the door and notice the other person’s foot is stuck half outside and in their compartment. As I’m looking at the person I notice that it is an old woman that is pretty large. She is all dirty and looks to have blood on her.
I can’t see her face as she is slumped over towards the bottom of the door were it is not glass. I start lightly kicking the bottom of the door to get her attention and yell “ma’am are you ok”. I then notice her starting to move a bit. Maybe she knocked herself out as she ran in the door. She started twitching and making moaning noises. Oh great she is having a seizer and I can’t do anything. The glass in the door is pretty strong as I try kicking it with my dress shoes. Just then she turns around towards me and I see what has been next to me all this time. Her eyes are all bloodshot with almost a yellow color and there is blood all over her face mixed with what looks like mucus. She almost looks a bit bloated or maybe that is just her weight after all we are in Wisconsin. She does not look injured but very angry and confused.
“Ma’am are you ok?” I yell. She then locks eyes on me and starts screaming in the most horrible voice I have ever heard. It sounds almost frothy and unrecognizable. As she is screaming she is spraying blood on the glass between us. Oh How I wish my G26 wasn’t a few blocks down the street in my SUV. I notice with all her movement that she freed her foot from the door. I push with all my strength to move the door so I can get outside while also moving the rabid woman inside. She is freaking out and banging on the glass and I make enough of an opening to squeeze out of. As I get free of the door I instantly check my surroundings. In the distance I see people running, cars on fire, and cars smashed into each other all over the streets. I see a few bicycles strewn on the street. It almost reminds me of the photos of Katrina minus the water and looters.
I am expecting to hear at least some gunfire but nothing. There are just a few screams in the distance and the sounds of car engines racing. I’m hoping the run to my SUV won’t be so bad. I look back and the rabid lady is still banging on the revolving door. I also notice now in the smashed out window a person standing there. This person is also covered in blood and looks to be in a police uniform. His face looks really bloody and I notice he has no lips with just teeth exposed. He also started screaming that same frothy scream as the lady as he started hobbling towards me. As he is directly in front of the building a city bus comes racing down the street. I can see the driving is being attacked by a mob of people as he goes right by with the door open.
The bus jumps the curb and completely runs over the rabid police officer, and then smashes right through the revolving door over the rabid lady. I take off in a sprint the other directions towards my SUV faster than I have ever ran in a suit and dress shoes. After a few minutes I can see my SUV about a half a block away with movement all around the area.
update 12-2010: will be on Amazon soon! wait for 2nd edition though
Chapter 1 head call
Here I am a former warrior with a plethora of high-speed low drag training now in the current predicament…unemployed and living in my parents’ basement. I did eight years in the Marines and completed the school of infantry, CQB training, Army Jump school, and any other high-speed school I could get into. I had the crazy idea that the civilian life would be better for me. I got my business degree and thought every fortune500 company would be pounding at my door for me to work for them.
Here I sit on the toilet in a fancy high rise in the city after I bombed an interview. It was a nice clean facility so I did not mind taking a much needed head call. At least my iphone still had signal so I could go post to my favorite internet forums. Interesting as I check the active topics almost all of them have “zombies” in the title. My favorite Internet forum is a large gun board that has half it’s members obsessed with zombies. I guess they were all a little more active today and I’m not in the mood for z-day talk now that I still have no job so I close the browser.
After about twenty minutes sitting on the can planning my life and recollecting my shortcomings I thought I would check the local weather and news. I don’t go up to the city that often and maybe once I’m done I would go out for some coffee and check out the sites. The city has lots of women and I have been in the worse drought of my life. At this point my life is about rock bottom as I am single, jobless, and living in my parents basement.
My iphone finally loads my local news web site and it’s a little livelier than usual. Lots of breaking news with headlines of: riots, deaths, and chaos. I click on the main headline just as the lights go out. “Oh crap” I yell as I sit on the toilet in pure darkness. I can’t believe I have been in here so long that the timer on the motion light went out. It was one of those great energy saving ideas that turn on the lights to the bathroom when you walk in. The problem now is that the stall blocks all my movement. I grab some TP and hope for the immaculate one wiper and then find my way to the door.
I am using my iphone as a flashlight as the lights are not going on and notice the news site has finally loaded on the iphone. In big read letters it said “Rabid people rioting in the streets of Milwaukee!” And had lots of reports of people biting other people. I click on a video and see the newscaster reporting from just down the street from the building I’m at. I can see the reporter is looking pretty scared and only within a few seconds of broadcasting he gets tackled and then you see the camera go down. For a brief second while the camera is on the ground you see the people that tackled the newscaster jump on top of him before the camera cuts out. The news site has the video on loop. The video was of such poor quality it was hard to tell what started it all.
I need to get out of the bathroom and to my SUV, one of the few things I struggle to keep with my work situation. It was all rigged for land expedition with a snorkel, skid plates, roof rack, all terrain tires, and extra lighting. I built this thing for the extreme while I was in the Marines but I have only been able to use it on the roads. I parked about three blocks away from the building I was in because I found a free parking lot.
Everything close to this building was meter parking and I am one cheap person when it comes to parking. I put my phone back in my pocket and started to open the door. The door was really heavy and the bathroom soundproof as that is what I look for in a bathroom facility when I have to drop the deuce. My interview was at the other end of the building but I asked the doorman were a discreet restroom was as I had Mexican food the other night. When the door opened I was bombarded with sounds of people in dress shoes running on the hard floors, honking car alarms, and screaming. I was temporally blinded from the light as my eyes adjusted from the dark bathroom to daylight.
I had to go down this hall to the main lobby, which was also the source of most of the screaming. I pulled out my iphone again to check the news in hopes that the chaos may be ending. The news was now showing a map of the US with red blinking dots on many cities including the one I was in. The largest blinking dot was over Chicago. Great my home is in between here and Chicago. I have to get to my SUV and to my Parents house. I was one of those guys that had cases of MRE’s, pallets of bottle water, and enough guns and ammo to outfit the National Guard. I kept it al at my parents as they had an underground storm shelter. It was on my parents’ property from the previous owners who built it during the cold war. It was the best place to be in situations like this. The only problem was that I was about a 45-minute drive from their home.
Just as I was zoning out looking at the blinking map the screen changed and then it said “incoming call from Mom”. I answered it and my mom was yelling for me to come home and then asked how the interview went. She said my dad and her were going in the shelter and would wait for me in there. I was just about to tell her I was on my way when the phone went dead. I can’t believe the battery on this phone is so horrible and that has to be the worse luck ever of mine having it die on me now. At least the screaming has died down a bit, as it’s time for me to get out of this hallway and to the main lobby.
I start walking to the lobby and feel naked without a gun. While in the Marines I always had a weapon on me in scary places. This building was very scary now as it was silent. If I could make it to my SUV as I have a Glock 26 hidden under the dash. Yea Wisconsin is one of the few states were you can’t conceal carry but many still carry. I left it in the car as this building had a metal detector at the entrance. As I enter the main lobby it’s just a mess of spilled coffee cups, papers, shoes, broken glass, and on almost all the windows spider web cracks. The hard marble floor is slippery enough without all the extra hazards in my way. The one day I wear a suit and dress shoes this happens. Over by the large glass windows facing the street I see one window completely smashed in and what looks like bloody handprints all over the other windows to either side. I start taking my tie off and put it in my pocket. I am really getting freaked out now because I am noticing more blood but no people. I make sure not to get any blood on me as I remember the news talking about rabid people.
I make my way to the metal detector and just like the rest of the place there is nobody around. I push on the revolving door and notice no blood or mess in it. I start pushing and than “WOOMP”! I get jolted in the revolving door as someone ran full speed to get in as I was trying to get out. The jolt put us both in the midway point so neither of us could get out without moving it around one turn. The glass door hit me in my head and dazed I look into the other compartment to see who ran into me. The person was slumped over and when I tried to move the door there body stopped my movement. Now I’m stuck in a revolving door with a knocked out person in the other compartment. I keep trying to push the door and notice the other person’s foot is stuck half outside and in their compartment. As I’m looking at the person I notice that it is an old woman that is pretty large. She is all dirty and looks to have blood on her.
I can’t see her face as she is slumped over towards the bottom of the door were it is not glass. I start lightly kicking the bottom of the door to get her attention and yell “ma’am are you ok”. I then notice her starting to move a bit. Maybe she knocked herself out as she ran in the door. She started twitching and making moaning noises. Oh great she is having a seizer and I can’t do anything. The glass in the door is pretty strong as I try kicking it with my dress shoes. Just then she turns around towards me and I see what has been next to me all this time. Her eyes are all bloodshot with almost a yellow color and there is blood all over her face mixed with what looks like mucus. She almost looks a bit bloated or maybe that is just her weight after all we are in Wisconsin. She does not look injured but very angry and confused.
“Ma’am are you ok?” I yell. She then locks eyes on me and starts screaming in the most horrible voice I have ever heard. It sounds almost frothy and unrecognizable. As she is screaming she is spraying blood on the glass between us. Oh How I wish my G26 wasn’t a few blocks down the street in my SUV. I notice with all her movement that she freed her foot from the door. I push with all my strength to move the door so I can get outside while also moving the rabid woman inside. She is freaking out and banging on the glass and I make enough of an opening to squeeze out of. As I get free of the door I instantly check my surroundings. In the distance I see people running, cars on fire, and cars smashed into each other all over the streets. I see a few bicycles strewn on the street. It almost reminds me of the photos of Katrina minus the water and looters.
I am expecting to hear at least some gunfire but nothing. There are just a few screams in the distance and the sounds of car engines racing. I’m hoping the run to my SUV won’t be so bad. I look back and the rabid lady is still banging on the revolving door. I also notice now in the smashed out window a person standing there. This person is also covered in blood and looks to be in a police uniform. His face looks really bloody and I notice he has no lips with just teeth exposed. He also started screaming that same frothy scream as the lady as he started hobbling towards me. As he is directly in front of the building a city bus comes racing down the street. I can see the driving is being attacked by a mob of people as he goes right by with the door open.
The bus jumps the curb and completely runs over the rabid police officer, and then smashes right through the revolving door over the rabid lady. I take off in a sprint the other directions towards my SUV faster than I have ever ran in a suit and dress shoes. After a few minutes I can see my SUV about a half a block away with movement all around the area.
