Zombie Survival Story - The Beginning
by Robert Ski
*Dabbling with a theoretical Zombie Apocalypse situation, and how I might handle it.* * * *I'll continue to write this Zombie Survival Story if it receives enough comment * *recognition. Enjoy for now! * ************************************************************************************* The welcome smell of freshly brewed coffee permeated my small office. I placed my cup down on my desk, careful not to spill it's hot contents, then plopped down heavily into my seat. Another work morning running on scant sleep. Why do I do that? Why do I keep myself awake so late, knowing the next day I will be worse for the wear? Self reprimand over, I let out a sigh and began loading my company's proprietary programs so I could begin my day's work. The minutes crept by, each one preceded by an unsatisfying yawn. Eventually the clock provided relief, pointing it's flat fingers at lunch time. I was now more awake, and even a little excited as I anticipated my planned activity for my lunch break. Today I had brought my compound bow and some arrows, planning to practice at a nearby sport shop's small indoor range. The streets seemed busier than usual when I pulled out of my company's parking lot. I shrugged this off as lunch traffic, and made my way towards the sport shop. I parked, removed my bow from it's case, and began loading 5 arrows into it's attached quiver. A feeling of admiration washed over me, causing a smile to tug at the corners of my lips, as I looked over my bow. It was a new model with powerful limbs, despite their short, compact form factor. My carbon fiber arrows had some slightly deformed fletchings, having been fired many, many times. I strapped my mechanical release to the bow, and ensured my arrow rest and sight pins were secure, then locked up my truck and began heading to the front entrance. I could sense something was wrong as I got closer, noticing that I could not see into the shop through the glass doors. Boxes, display stands, and various other objects were pushed up against the doors. I tried the door, but it was locked. I knocked on the glass and called out, "Hello? Is anyone there?" There was no response. I was startled by a sharp noise behind me in the distance, and whipped around to see. There was a crash back on the highway, and I could see smoke even further in the distance. The distant sound of shouts and screams joined the medley, creating a tickle of fear to walk it's skeletal fingers up my spine. A sudden movement flickered in my peripheral vision, and what I saw when I turned my head turned my blood into jelly.... Click here to read or post comments.
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