“Dude, I already killed someone tonight…”

June 27, 2014 at 4:07 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

For a moment the couple just stood and watched the growling man stumble and lurch across the parking lot toward them.

Devon broke the silence. “I’m going to try to talk to this guy. Maybe I can learn more about what’s happening.”



“What? He looks as crazy as the man you just killed. From the looks of things, he’s a doctor or a nurse. Maybe he got a disease or something.” Her fingers grabbed his arm. “Maybe we should stay away.”

The figure let out a loud moaning as it reached the street separating the parking lot from their front yard.

Devon’s fingers gripped his bat tighter. In a low voice, he said, “Stay behind me and get ready to shut the door.” Then louder, “Hey, why don’t you stop right there. What’s they matter with you? Do you need help? Did something happen at the hospital?”



The man’s eyes never left his and Devon could see they appeared cloudy, whiter.

“Devon, he isn’t going to stop.”

The blood covered nurse had reached their side of the road and only twenty feet separated them.

“Dude, I already killed someone tonight…”

The man kept coming.

“Devon! Get inside.”

“And what leave him out here to break in? Screw that.” Devon moved to the top of his stairs that lead to the yard. “Last chance buddy.”

The man growled and looped forward.

Devon readied his bat like he expected a pitch and then nailed the guy on the side of the temple. The figure swayed for a moment, but then crashed to the ground.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have hit him so hard. Looks like I’ll have another body to explain to the cops. Shit.”

“I’m glad you hit him hard,” she said. “He looks like a monster.”

Just then, more screaming broke out in the apartments across the street. One voice screamed on and on like her guts were being torn out, but it became almost worse when the cries were replaced by silence.

“Maybe we should be helping people,” he said.

“We don’t even own a car and the emergency numbers are down. What can we do?”

Another young couple raced from the apartments and, much like the last group, ran to their car.

Devon tried to get there attention. “Hey wait. What’s going on over there?”

“People are going crazy. That nurse’s wife is eating someone.” The man’s girlfriend had already gotten into the car. “We’re getting the hell out of here.” And then they were gone.

“What should we do?” She asked.

“I’m not sure,” Devon said slowly.

More screams and cries came out from the apartment complex. And then another couple ran into the parking lot. They spied Devon and Tracy and ran their way. The man clutched at his arm, which appeared to be bleeding.

“Help us!” he yelled. “We have no car and things are going crazy in there. I tried to help my neighbor and the damn bitch bite me. Bit me bad.”

“Maybe we should say no,” Tracy whispered. “They could have some disease.”


Devon looked at her and then back at the couple. “We have to find out what’s going…” but then his words dried up when he saw three figures, moving in that awkward manner of the others, follow the couple into the parking lot.

“Come on!” he yelled. “They’re right behind you.”

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Things Get Worse

June 20, 2014 at 4:10 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , , , )

The blood in Devon’s veins seemed to freeze as the man, who should by all rights be laying dead on the floor, pushed open the bathroom door and stumbled into the bedroom. “Holy hell!” Devon shouted as he rushed to position himself between the bleeding freak and his wife.

Glossy eyes meet his and a string of red drool leaked from the man’s mouth when he opened his jaws in a growl.



Devon reply was to kick the man in the chest. The blow proved hard enough to send the madman once again back into their bathroom.

“Make sure he’s locked in there this time!” Tracy yelled.

“Screw that. I’m killing this fucker,” Devon said, as he grabbed up his baseball bat. The man hadn’t regained his footing before the bat cracked down on the center of his head. But Devon didn’t stop there. He kept hitting him on the head again and again until Tracy begged him to stop.

“Oh Devon, you just killed someone.”

“At least he won’t be getting up again,” but even as he said these words, he half expected him too. A moment stretched where he just stood watching the shattered form of the man while single drops of blood dripped from his bat and stained the grey carpet below.

“What should we do now?” Her voice stayed soft, as if she worried about his outburst of violence.



“I guess we need to figure out what’s going on,” he said, while slipping into a pair of jeans. His boots went on next and as he laced them, he said, “You might want to get dressed. One way or another we might see more action tonight.” He stood up. “Now show me where you saw the fighting.”

Walking to the western window, she said, “It was just over there in that parking lot.”

Devon looked, but saw nothing there. Some thin strings of what could have been smoke spread through the night sky and in the distance the wail of an ambulance could be heard.

He scratched at the back of his head. “Doesn’t seem like too much is going on out there, right now.”

“But what should we do?” she asked. “Should we maybe hide the body or something?”

“I don’t think it’s illegal to kill a person that has been trying to kill you in your own house for fifteen minutes.”

“Yeah, but you’ll have to go to court and hire a lawyer and deal with so much crap.”

“Yeah, but covering up a killing certainly would be illegal.”

Tracy was about to say something when a loud, piercing screamed echoed through the night. “Maybe things aren’t over,” she said.

“Yeah, it sounds like other people are in trouble.”

“Maybe an accident happened.”

“Yeah, but what sort of accident causes people to go crazy?”

She had no answer for that and rushed into his arms when another scream broke the building silence.

“Maybe we should try to help them,” he said.

“No, don’t leave me.”

He smiled and moved out of her arms, but maintained the hold on her hand. “I won’t leave you, but let’s go out on the front porch. If something weird happens we can retreat inside. I just want to see if we can figure out what’s up.”

He could tell she wasn’t keen on the idea, but she followed him to the front door and then onto the porch. Dawn remained hours away and at first nothing unusual was evident. Then he spied movement.


A man wearing hospital scrubs was chasing two young women across an apartment parking lot. They made it to a car and rushed in. The man slapped his hands twice against the windows before the car tore out of the parking lot.

He felt Tracy tense when the man’s turned toward them and began to stumble in their direction.

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