Note: Rough Draft
One Week Ago
He was holding his side, not wanting to look down. He could feel the warmth and the moisture. There was a long squelching sound which was drowning out all other noise. As he brought his head up off the floor he could see shoes shuffling in front of him and then large combat boots landing in front of his face with the feet turned away from him. There appeared to be a struggle, but he could not make out the shouting, it was all so muffled. Except for the goddamn ringing, all he could hear were the thumps of footsteps. His vision was getting blurrier by the moment, the legs and feet were stumbling in his direction, but then another pair intervened. Feet went flying off the floor and an entire body replaced as it smacked and bounced a bit off of the tiled floor. His vision was fading to white now and he began to stick his finger in his side where the wound was. The pain brought him back, but vision was still less than ideal. He finally mustered the strength to look at the wound. He slowly moved his hand away as the mucus laden blood peeled away to reveal a wound. He could not tell how big it was since it kept oozing out bodily fluids. He assumed it was blood. Suddenly there was a face, a face covered in dirt, grime and blood. A girl’s face, whose matted hair was draping over his field of vision. He could not make out the words that she was mouthing, but no matter, the shock had begun to set in and the world went white again.
…they’re getting faster”, A male voice barely audible. Where was he? “…no, we’re getting slower.” There was a female voice now. He could still make out where he was, he could barely open his eyes. He tried moving his right arm, but the pain was unbearable, yet he could not express his discomfort. He again tried to move an arm, this time the left one. There he could feel material, very rough, very old and worn. As he moved his hand up the material he began to decipher that this was probably an old recliner. He again tried to open his eyes, but he could feel his eyelids resisting and twittering faster than he could comprehend. “….at we need are more reliable weapons and a place to-“ “Shh, I think he’s trying to wake up. Carlos? Carlos? Carlos?” He began to focus on his name and the fog was starting to lift, his head felt heavy and began to hurt. “Oh thank God Carlos you’re awake. AWAKE!’ He knew the girl was not shouting, but everything came into such clarity at once that all senses were working in tandem to torture him. He held his hand up to indicate that he needed a minute. The girl and boy looked at each other and smiled knowing that their comrade was okay. He found the handle located on the side of the chair and set the recliner back to a sitting position. It was jolting and he almost fell out. Apparently he had not used his legs recently. He felt dizzy and disoriented and then he began to look around him and could see people in the kitchen with papers arguing about something. In the hallway there were others with mechanical parts and guns that they were carting between the rooms. A girl waved at him and smiled as she was moving across the hallway. The voices of people were beginning to mesh together like a fourth grade orchestra of chaos. The clinging and clanging of metal and crinkling papers were too much for him to handle. So he made another effort to get up off of the recliner, he steadied himself and clung on to everything he could as gravity demanded that he kneel down to its presence. The girl and boy grabbed him from each side under the arms. The only direction he could give was a barely audible, “outside.” The two helped him walk to the front door and out the lanai. As he took a look about the world presented in front of him, he shrugged his helpers off and began to walk forward. His eyes could not believe what he was seeing. This entire neighborhood had been ravaged.
In the time that this encampment had banded together they had seen many towns and cities fall to pieces as citizens began to transform and maim they’re own kin. But this, this was different. Houses all around seemed to have been torn asunder, the creatures they had been fighting could not have possibly been this coordinated or strong, in all of their battles with the undead they had always seemed vulnerable.
Five miles away….
Moving slowly without a direction is the only thing he knew. Well, not really. It was more of an instinct, a need if you will. He had grown so hungry yet he did know how to satisfy it, as a matter of fact this creature did not have a single thought in his head. At least not anymore. There were his compatriots who were easy to dismiss, they were all wandering in the same general direction. Two weeks had passed like this, of course they were unaware. But on this particular night, things were going to change.
Zombies are what the living were calling them and it would be hard pressed for anyone to disagree, they sure fit the description. Mindless creatures that used to be living human beings feeding on the flesh and/or brains of the living. First there was the awakening, then this. Walking. Just walking. It was at this precise moment that it became clear to one of the zombies in the pack that this was not the way he wanted to spend all his days. So, he stopped. Then, the others stopped.
Two weeks and it had been easy enough to survive if you knew how, but what is this? To the casual observer this may be little more than erratic behavior, but to the survivalist this was doomsday. If these creatures began to develop a system then it was only a matter of time till they began to formulate strategies. But I digress, no one witnessed this. Well, no one except for yours truly. Oh but they will…and soon.
In the first week when they began to awaken and later on would be become hungry, these undead creatures would possess speed, but as another week elapsed the decaying living corpses began to hang back and take life a bit easier. It was not like they were not able to run still, but their bodies told them to conserve energy. Nature in all its undead glory was now providing instinct to the recent living dead.
The first that stopped was a tall former man, he was decaying a bit less rapidly then the others in the pack, his former occupation may have consisted of a business nature perhaps accounting. White button up shirt was now missing three buttons in no particular order. One suspender was still fastened tightly while the other while the second was hanging off his lower arm. It was this arm that he commanded his pack. Did he know what he was doing? Probably not, but commands were issued nonetheless. Gargled gibberish is what came of his mouth. The others listened, they did not understand, but they listened anyway. Apparently, as the leader began to grow smarter so had the rest of the pack, but only slightly. There was still the matter of running into inanimate objects and the pesky instinct to keep walking into them until they were turned by the object or would collapse from lack of nutrition.
Unfortunately for the living there were a few more surprises this evening such as three of the creatures observed where they were heading and carefully avoided objects, particularly sharp ones. And when we say carefully, we mean awkwardly stumbling out of the way, but these were zombies and from what the world had seen of them thus far this would be graceful.
To an observer such as myself I could not help but bathe in the irony of the current situation. What appeared to be a tall lanky accountant that more than likely had been stepped on for much of his life was now calling the shots in death. He commanded from all walks of life such as the portly gentleman in the business suit, quite possibly his former boss. A shapely woman with a broken heel and a mean disposition, and finally the third of his newly baptized generals, a Marine. Even in the state he was in the Marine still managed to walk with an almost unnoticeable slouch. I believe this would be good posture among the rest of them.
Ahead in the distance there was a crashing sound, the lead zombie raised his arm slowly and pointed in the direction where the sound was coming from. It was not a stern point, more like as if a slow child had become hyper and interested in something. The marine was the first to respond and to my amazement dashed to the scene. As he approached the corner of the darkened street. He could clearly see fresh corpses strewn about. Eyes adjust to the darkness and you something feeding in the dark recesses of a building. What seemed odd is that some of the corpses seemed to be in precarious positions and the others seemed to be hanging off of the fire escapes of the buildings. These creatures were not know for brutal strength or even agility.
As the Marine stared at the chaos that was enshrouding him, the echoed flopping of the others in the pack were catching up. The accountant, the club girl, and the supervisor were the next to catch up on the scene. At that moment, the air took on a different feel. Subtle footsteps were landing. More of the undead it would seem, could this be a more advanced evolution of the zombie nation? The thing with these creatures is that were not decayed at all, but you could see that there not alive either. The pigmentation of the skin was dull on every single one of them. All five of them had emotionless eyes, but that was the best sight you were going to get because in a flash they were moving. Surrounding the pack as they kept running circles around them. Was that….laughter? One of them jumped at least ten to fifteen feet in the air and perched himself off of one the fire escapes in the building. “They’re zombies, not even worth the effort. But I have to admit I am still a bit famished.” All this was being said in a manner of someone speaking with a grin. And yes, these creatures are speaking.
Another of the creatures jumped off a nearby wall and propelled himself at the club girl zombie. “Well, well, where have you been my whole life?” There was echoed cackling throughout the empty streets. The zombie girl was knocked off her axis and went sliding down the asphalt. The creature mounted the struggling zombie and began to mock her by groaning just like her. Once again more laughter. “Although I will be hungry in about an hour, lets not spoil our last night with retard strength flailing.”
The creature seemed to change in appearance for a moment before the killing blow, but I realized it was not him but his eyes. A glow, a paralyzing stare. The girl had quit struggling and was torn asunder in less than a minute. As the others creatures were observing. The accountant had begun to move towards a female creature that was still smiling in the sight she had witnessed. As the accountant began to build up speed, the female jumped up and avoided the attack. She landed gracefully in her designer boots. “There are better ways to pursue a girl handsome.” In a blur she had raised her arm in a forty-five degree angle and disemboweled the zombie with one arm. She lifted him up in the air as groaned, almost as if it was a cry. Behind the female creature four zombies had heard the cry and were dashing towards her. She let the accountant slip off of her arm and focused her attention on the impeding attack. Behind the charging zombies two other creatures glided down from the shadows of oblivion and grabbed a zombie each. They jumped back in the air with cargo in tow. Flailing legs were all you could see. Then suddenly a crunch and the legs went stiff then drooped. The two lower bodies crashed back down to the ground. As the creatures ran along the walls of two opposite buildings on each side of the street and repeated the process with the other two remaining zombies. The female in the Gucci boots turned her attention back to her prey who was still on the ground. In the moment she glanced, the accountant had spun off the ground and hit straight in the jaw with such a force that it had unhinged her maw. The accountant now wobbling back to his feet went back in a hunched position, stepped back with arms still drooping toward the ground and lunged again. He let inertia take over the movement of his arms. While still in the air, he let them come back down with a forced fury and knocked the Gucci girl down to the ground. Her face hit the asphalt with an unprecedented violence. There was no bounce, more of a crack. There was blood spewing on the ground where her face would be. The accountant let his guard down thinking that he had won and went in for the kill. Gucci turned her body to give her arm some freedom and caught the accountant in a dive. She managed to grab his head. She could not see thanks to the designer sunglasses embedded in her eyes. But nevertheless she managed to swing his entire body off of the ground and in an arching movement she head into the ground next to her. It has to be said that will not be getting up without a head, his head had exploded on impact
In the background of this scene there were zombies being mowed down and being thrown into buildings as if a bulldozer and catapult had merged into one and began to attack. Unlike that unholy matrimony there was nothing but blurs that went in and out of the zombie pack. There clearly had to be at least seventy zombies at the height of the pack’s membership. There were two generals left. The supervisor and the Marine. The portly supervisor ran humorously warding off his attackers, two of the creatures ran up on both sides of the bigger zombie and failed at lifting him up off the ground, but they did succeed in restraining him on each arm. The supervisor began to run in place and disturbingly began to move in a fashion that was supposed to shrug his attackers off of his appendages. It seemed to be unsuccessful at first, but he kept rocking from side to side and managed to lift a creature off of the ground, while the other was being pressed down. The zombie continued this movement once more and on the third try had managed to begin running with attackers in tow. He rocked side to side once more and slammed one creature to the ground then the other with the built up momentum. Still running he turned one hundred and eighty degrees to face the creatures, he never stopped running. As the creatures began to lift their heads off the concrete they realized this was possibly the last sight they were going to see and could not help but to crack a smile at the silliness of this. The supervisor made a running jump to land his elbow on the creature’s head. It was such an impact that he proceeded to bounce off of the first creature and on to the second with his other elbow. In the end there were two bodies lying perpendicular face down lying in craters of blood where their heads would have been. Now just fragmented skull and flesh. The supervisor managed to get himself off of the ground, but something was wrong. Both his arms hung to the side but began to slide out from where the elbow was and it seemed that they just stopped short of completely falling off as if jolted by a rope keeping them in place. The supervisor then lunged back towards the ground and in the process the two lower arms went flying from behind like a rocket launching into space and ejecting the boosters. His face dove into the puddles of the former creature heads as he began to feast. He gurgled on till a creature plunged his fist into the supervisor’s back and ripped out heart. It made no difference. He turned sharply at this creature and then forgetting he only had nubs for arms proceeded to fall backwards not getting up again. He continued to flail like a bug on its back.
The other creatures had made short work of the pack as expected. There was one zombie that had refused to go down. The creatures turned their attention to the commotion in the alleyway, about 15 of them began to gather in the entrance to the back alley. At that moment one of their colleagues was savagely thrown out through the entrance towards them. They all paused for a moment and dashed into the heart of the action. In the middle of it all was the Marine and three of the creatures. They began to encircle the zombie slowly, they had never seen a zombie move this fast. One made a mad dash toward the Marine, he swung his arm outstretched solidly thus knocking the creature into a window. The second and third paused and proceeded to launch a double attack. The marine caught them mid-dash and proceeded to slam both of their heads into a dumpster. Before the Marine could continue his attack, the flock of creatures descended upon him. Hands and nails were protruding through his body and everytime one time one came out another organ was lost on his body. The marine finally stopped struggling and as the creatures were going for the final blow. Thumping running sounds permeated the air like hearing it though a tin can.
A large body came barreling down the pathway and into the creatures that had begun to feed on the zombie. The supervisor plowed through the crowd like they were merely weighted cardboard cutouts. During his run down the alley he managed to stomp on the Marine. It seemed the creatures had become disinterested in the Marine and proceeded to follow the supervisor out the other side and down the street.
One day later…
A herd of survivors moves throughout the streets of the abandoned city. Corpses are strewn throughout in every which direction. They were too late to save anyone. Carlos knew that something was amiss with these killings, but would only confide in Eric and Janice who could see it too, but they dared not upset the herd. As they continued to take point a very large zombie was running in place at an angle. He was without lower arms and was howling hauntingly while being propped up by a moving truck. There were no bodies surrounding him. Only body parts. It was early in the morning and the sun was still making its way across the land. Carlos shrugged and pulled out a sawed off shotgun and poked it deep in the zombie’s temple and squeezed the trigger. Headless, the creature’s body landed against the truck and slumped forward as it spewed. “You couldn’t have used something less messy? It smells horrible!” Eric commented to Carlos. “Messy, maybe. Satisfying? Definitely. Do you have any idea how much therapy that just saved me? I almost died man.” Carlos, stared a bit longer then proceeded to walk away. Eric was still staring, then he began to look away as the sun was coming in. From the corner of his eye he could see things exploding and bursting into quick flames. “What the Hell was that? Where all the body parts?!” He ran to catch up with Janice and Carlos.
Thirty feet away….
The marine began to twitch in the alley.
He was holding his side, not wanting to look down. He could feel the warmth and the moisture. There was a long squelching sound which was drowning out all other noise. As he brought his head up off the floor he could see shoes shuffling in front of him and then large combat boots landing in front of his face with the feet turned away from him. There appeared to be a struggle, but he could not make out the shouting, it was all so muffled. Except for the goddamn ringing, all he could hear were the thumps of footsteps. His vision was getting blurrier by the moment, the legs and feet were stumbling in his direction, but then another pair intervened. Feet went flying off the floor and an entire body replaced as it smacked and bounced a bit off of the tiled floor. His vision was fading to white now and he began to stick his finger in his side where the wound was. The pain brought him back, but vision was still less than ideal. He finally mustered the strength to look at the wound. He slowly moved his hand away as the mucus laden blood peeled away to reveal a wound. He could not tell how big it was since it kept oozing out bodily fluids. He assumed it was blood. Suddenly there was a face, a face covered in dirt, grime and blood. A girl’s face, whose matted hair was draping over his field of vision. He could not make out the words that she was mouthing, but no matter, the shock had begun to set in and the world went white again.
…they’re getting faster”, A male voice barely audible. Where was he? “…no, we’re getting slower.” There was a female voice now. He could still make out where he was, he could barely open his eyes. He tried moving his right arm, but the pain was unbearable, yet he could not express his discomfort. He again tried to move an arm, this time the left one. There he could feel material, very rough, very old and worn. As he moved his hand up the material he began to decipher that this was probably an old recliner. He again tried to open his eyes, but he could feel his eyelids resisting and twittering faster than he could comprehend. “….at we need are more reliable weapons and a place to-“ “Shh, I think he’s trying to wake up. Carlos? Carlos? Carlos?” He began to focus on his name and the fog was starting to lift, his head felt heavy and began to hurt. “Oh thank God Carlos you’re awake. AWAKE!’ He knew the girl was not shouting, but everything came into such clarity at once that all senses were working in tandem to torture him. He held his hand up to indicate that he needed a minute. The girl and boy looked at each other and smiled knowing that their comrade was okay. He found the handle located on the side of the chair and set the recliner back to a sitting position. It was jolting and he almost fell out. Apparently he had not used his legs recently. He felt dizzy and disoriented and then he began to look around him and could see people in the kitchen with papers arguing about something. In the hallway there were others with mechanical parts and guns that they were carting between the rooms. A girl waved at him and smiled as she was moving across the hallway. The voices of people were beginning to mesh together like a fourth grade orchestra of chaos. The clinging and clanging of metal and crinkling papers were too much for him to handle. So he made another effort to get up off of the recliner, he steadied himself and clung on to everything he could as gravity demanded that he kneel down to its presence. The girl and boy grabbed him from each side under the arms. The only direction he could give was a barely audible, “outside.” The two helped him walk to the front door and out the lanai. As he took a look about the world presented in front of him, he shrugged his helpers off and began to walk forward. His eyes could not believe what he was seeing. This entire neighborhood had been ravaged.
In the time that this encampment had banded together they had seen many towns and cities fall to pieces as citizens began to transform and maim they’re own kin. But this, this was different. Houses all around seemed to have been torn asunder, the creatures they had been fighting could not have possibly been this coordinated or strong, in all of their battles with the undead they had always seemed vulnerable.
Five miles away….
Moving slowly without a direction is the only thing he knew. Well, not really. It was more of an instinct, a need if you will. He had grown so hungry yet he did know how to satisfy it, as a matter of fact this creature did not have a single thought in his head. At least not anymore. There were his compatriots who were easy to dismiss, they were all wandering in the same general direction. Two weeks had passed like this, of course they were unaware. But on this particular night, things were going to change.
Zombies are what the living were calling them and it would be hard pressed for anyone to disagree, they sure fit the description. Mindless creatures that used to be living human beings feeding on the flesh and/or brains of the living. First there was the awakening, then this. Walking. Just walking. It was at this precise moment that it became clear to one of the zombies in the pack that this was not the way he wanted to spend all his days. So, he stopped. Then, the others stopped.
Two weeks and it had been easy enough to survive if you knew how, but what is this? To the casual observer this may be little more than erratic behavior, but to the survivalist this was doomsday. If these creatures began to develop a system then it was only a matter of time till they began to formulate strategies. But I digress, no one witnessed this. Well, no one except for yours truly. Oh but they will…and soon.
In the first week when they began to awaken and later on would be become hungry, these undead creatures would possess speed, but as another week elapsed the decaying living corpses began to hang back and take life a bit easier. It was not like they were not able to run still, but their bodies told them to conserve energy. Nature in all its undead glory was now providing instinct to the recent living dead.
The first that stopped was a tall former man, he was decaying a bit less rapidly then the others in the pack, his former occupation may have consisted of a business nature perhaps accounting. White button up shirt was now missing three buttons in no particular order. One suspender was still fastened tightly while the other while the second was hanging off his lower arm. It was this arm that he commanded his pack. Did he know what he was doing? Probably not, but commands were issued nonetheless. Gargled gibberish is what came of his mouth. The others listened, they did not understand, but they listened anyway. Apparently, as the leader began to grow smarter so had the rest of the pack, but only slightly. There was still the matter of running into inanimate objects and the pesky instinct to keep walking into them until they were turned by the object or would collapse from lack of nutrition.
Unfortunately for the living there were a few more surprises this evening such as three of the creatures observed where they were heading and carefully avoided objects, particularly sharp ones. And when we say carefully, we mean awkwardly stumbling out of the way, but these were zombies and from what the world had seen of them thus far this would be graceful.
To an observer such as myself I could not help but bathe in the irony of the current situation. What appeared to be a tall lanky accountant that more than likely had been stepped on for much of his life was now calling the shots in death. He commanded from all walks of life such as the portly gentleman in the business suit, quite possibly his former boss. A shapely woman with a broken heel and a mean disposition, and finally the third of his newly baptized generals, a Marine. Even in the state he was in the Marine still managed to walk with an almost unnoticeable slouch. I believe this would be good posture among the rest of them.
Ahead in the distance there was a crashing sound, the lead zombie raised his arm slowly and pointed in the direction where the sound was coming from. It was not a stern point, more like as if a slow child had become hyper and interested in something. The marine was the first to respond and to my amazement dashed to the scene. As he approached the corner of the darkened street. He could clearly see fresh corpses strewn about. Eyes adjust to the darkness and you something feeding in the dark recesses of a building. What seemed odd is that some of the corpses seemed to be in precarious positions and the others seemed to be hanging off of the fire escapes of the buildings. These creatures were not know for brutal strength or even agility.
As the Marine stared at the chaos that was enshrouding him, the echoed flopping of the others in the pack were catching up. The accountant, the club girl, and the supervisor were the next to catch up on the scene. At that moment, the air took on a different feel. Subtle footsteps were landing. More of the undead it would seem, could this be a more advanced evolution of the zombie nation? The thing with these creatures is that were not decayed at all, but you could see that there not alive either. The pigmentation of the skin was dull on every single one of them. All five of them had emotionless eyes, but that was the best sight you were going to get because in a flash they were moving. Surrounding the pack as they kept running circles around them. Was that….laughter? One of them jumped at least ten to fifteen feet in the air and perched himself off of one the fire escapes in the building. “They’re zombies, not even worth the effort. But I have to admit I am still a bit famished.” All this was being said in a manner of someone speaking with a grin. And yes, these creatures are speaking.
Another of the creatures jumped off a nearby wall and propelled himself at the club girl zombie. “Well, well, where have you been my whole life?” There was echoed cackling throughout the empty streets. The zombie girl was knocked off her axis and went sliding down the asphalt. The creature mounted the struggling zombie and began to mock her by groaning just like her. Once again more laughter. “Although I will be hungry in about an hour, lets not spoil our last night with retard strength flailing.”
The creature seemed to change in appearance for a moment before the killing blow, but I realized it was not him but his eyes. A glow, a paralyzing stare. The girl had quit struggling and was torn asunder in less than a minute. As the others creatures were observing. The accountant had begun to move towards a female creature that was still smiling in the sight she had witnessed. As the accountant began to build up speed, the female jumped up and avoided the attack. She landed gracefully in her designer boots. “There are better ways to pursue a girl handsome.” In a blur she had raised her arm in a forty-five degree angle and disemboweled the zombie with one arm. She lifted him up in the air as groaned, almost as if it was a cry. Behind the female creature four zombies had heard the cry and were dashing towards her. She let the accountant slip off of her arm and focused her attention on the impeding attack. Behind the charging zombies two other creatures glided down from the shadows of oblivion and grabbed a zombie each. They jumped back in the air with cargo in tow. Flailing legs were all you could see. Then suddenly a crunch and the legs went stiff then drooped. The two lower bodies crashed back down to the ground. As the creatures ran along the walls of two opposite buildings on each side of the street and repeated the process with the other two remaining zombies. The female in the Gucci boots turned her attention back to her prey who was still on the ground. In the moment she glanced, the accountant had spun off the ground and hit straight in the jaw with such a force that it had unhinged her maw. The accountant now wobbling back to his feet went back in a hunched position, stepped back with arms still drooping toward the ground and lunged again. He let inertia take over the movement of his arms. While still in the air, he let them come back down with a forced fury and knocked the Gucci girl down to the ground. Her face hit the asphalt with an unprecedented violence. There was no bounce, more of a crack. There was blood spewing on the ground where her face would be. The accountant let his guard down thinking that he had won and went in for the kill. Gucci turned her body to give her arm some freedom and caught the accountant in a dive. She managed to grab his head. She could not see thanks to the designer sunglasses embedded in her eyes. But nevertheless she managed to swing his entire body off of the ground and in an arching movement she head into the ground next to her. It has to be said that will not be getting up without a head, his head had exploded on impact
In the background of this scene there were zombies being mowed down and being thrown into buildings as if a bulldozer and catapult had merged into one and began to attack. Unlike that unholy matrimony there was nothing but blurs that went in and out of the zombie pack. There clearly had to be at least seventy zombies at the height of the pack’s membership. There were two generals left. The supervisor and the Marine. The portly supervisor ran humorously warding off his attackers, two of the creatures ran up on both sides of the bigger zombie and failed at lifting him up off the ground, but they did succeed in restraining him on each arm. The supervisor began to run in place and disturbingly began to move in a fashion that was supposed to shrug his attackers off of his appendages. It seemed to be unsuccessful at first, but he kept rocking from side to side and managed to lift a creature off of the ground, while the other was being pressed down. The zombie continued this movement once more and on the third try had managed to begin running with attackers in tow. He rocked side to side once more and slammed one creature to the ground then the other with the built up momentum. Still running he turned one hundred and eighty degrees to face the creatures, he never stopped running. As the creatures began to lift their heads off the concrete they realized this was possibly the last sight they were going to see and could not help but to crack a smile at the silliness of this. The supervisor made a running jump to land his elbow on the creature’s head. It was such an impact that he proceeded to bounce off of the first creature and on to the second with his other elbow. In the end there were two bodies lying perpendicular face down lying in craters of blood where their heads would have been. Now just fragmented skull and flesh. The supervisor managed to get himself off of the ground, but something was wrong. Both his arms hung to the side but began to slide out from where the elbow was and it seemed that they just stopped short of completely falling off as if jolted by a rope keeping them in place. The supervisor then lunged back towards the ground and in the process the two lower arms went flying from behind like a rocket launching into space and ejecting the boosters. His face dove into the puddles of the former creature heads as he began to feast. He gurgled on till a creature plunged his fist into the supervisor’s back and ripped out heart. It made no difference. He turned sharply at this creature and then forgetting he only had nubs for arms proceeded to fall backwards not getting up again. He continued to flail like a bug on its back.
The other creatures had made short work of the pack as expected. There was one zombie that had refused to go down. The creatures turned their attention to the commotion in the alleyway, about 15 of them began to gather in the entrance to the back alley. At that moment one of their colleagues was savagely thrown out through the entrance towards them. They all paused for a moment and dashed into the heart of the action. In the middle of it all was the Marine and three of the creatures. They began to encircle the zombie slowly, they had never seen a zombie move this fast. One made a mad dash toward the Marine, he swung his arm outstretched solidly thus knocking the creature into a window. The second and third paused and proceeded to launch a double attack. The marine caught them mid-dash and proceeded to slam both of their heads into a dumpster. Before the Marine could continue his attack, the flock of creatures descended upon him. Hands and nails were protruding through his body and everytime one time one came out another organ was lost on his body. The marine finally stopped struggling and as the creatures were going for the final blow. Thumping running sounds permeated the air like hearing it though a tin can.
A large body came barreling down the pathway and into the creatures that had begun to feed on the zombie. The supervisor plowed through the crowd like they were merely weighted cardboard cutouts. During his run down the alley he managed to stomp on the Marine. It seemed the creatures had become disinterested in the Marine and proceeded to follow the supervisor out the other side and down the street.
One day later…
A herd of survivors moves throughout the streets of the abandoned city. Corpses are strewn throughout in every which direction. They were too late to save anyone. Carlos knew that something was amiss with these killings, but would only confide in Eric and Janice who could see it too, but they dared not upset the herd. As they continued to take point a very large zombie was running in place at an angle. He was without lower arms and was howling hauntingly while being propped up by a moving truck. There were no bodies surrounding him. Only body parts. It was early in the morning and the sun was still making its way across the land. Carlos shrugged and pulled out a sawed off shotgun and poked it deep in the zombie’s temple and squeezed the trigger. Headless, the creature’s body landed against the truck and slumped forward as it spewed. “You couldn’t have used something less messy? It smells horrible!” Eric commented to Carlos. “Messy, maybe. Satisfying? Definitely. Do you have any idea how much therapy that just saved me? I almost died man.” Carlos, stared a bit longer then proceeded to walk away. Eric was still staring, then he began to look away as the sun was coming in. From the corner of his eye he could see things exploding and bursting into quick flames. “What the Hell was that? Where all the body parts?!” He ran to catch up with Janice and Carlos.
Thirty feet away….
The marine began to twitch in the alley.
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