Snapping Jaws and Fallen Hopes

September 27, 2014 at 12:31 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , , )

Whipping around, Max drove the hilt of his sword straight into the zombie’s forehead. It didn’t kill it, but it drove it back a few steps and slowed down the other two moving in behind it. After stepping back a pace, Max drew back his sword and stabbed it through the first one’s jaw. It dropped quickly.

A hack through the neck brought down the next one. The last one received the point of his sword through its eye. But killing these zombies stayed the least of his problems.


Behind him he heard the girl scream again.

After concealing himself around a corner, Max stopped to catch his breath. The woman’s screams had one positive effect, they kept the zombies focused on her, but how the hell was he going to be able to help her in a world without working vehicles.


He watched as she struggled to keep the zombies at bay from the top of the overturned ambulance. How did she end up in this fix? Hell, how has she stayed alive all this time?

His eyes scanned the stores and apartments that lined the streets. No businesses offered any help. Then he saw a maintenance shed behind one of the closer apartments. He rushed that way. Again the girl’s screams aided him for he was able to dash through the few zombies that weren’t focused on her. However, his actions drew their attentions and they began to lumber his way.

For some reason the padlock dangled on a chain, leaving the shed door open, which suited him fine until it almost cost him his life. A lone bald head zombie burst out of the shed and grabbed a hold of his shirt. It smelled like a corpse filled with shit and he saw that the man wasn’t bald. Instead he’d been scalped to the bone of his skull.


Max tried to backpedal, but the moans behind him grew closer. The thing went in for a bite, but Max held out his sword, two handed, with the blade aimed at the undead’s jaw. Teeth snapped on his steel, but soon the zombie gagged. Max pushed the zombie into the shed until its back hit the wall. One hard shove later and his sword decapitated the freak from the tongue up.

He had no time to catch his breath a good ten zombies still headed his way. Soon there would be no escape. Then he saw it. An extending steel ladder. He sheathed his sword and then quickly snatched it up.

He couldn’t avoid giving a battle cry as he rushed from the barn and barreled the front of the ladder into the first zombies face. It went down with a broken neck. It proved an awkward weapon, but zombies were awkward fighters and he bashed two more over and rammed a fourth. This was enough for him to break through the accumulating pack and he ran with his new prize toward a building he has scooped out earlier.

* * *

“Hey,” he yelled toward the woman, who was luckily still holding her own. “I’ve got a ladder here. I’m going to drop one end onto the ambulance and when I do, crawl over it to this building.”

She stared at him, not answering and for a moment froze and he saw the zombies gain a foothold on the side of the vehicle.

He dropped the ladder. Some forgotten God must have granted him luck that day for it landed on the side of the ambulance.

But still she didn’t move.

“Come on, please. If they grab a hold of the ladder, I won’t be able to retrieve the ladder and we’ll need it to get out of here.”

She used what might have been a climber’s pick as a weapon. Chestnut hair just touched her shoulders and her petite face gazed at him wide-eyed like Max was the first human she’d ever seen. But when a zombie climbed onto the ambulance behind her, she jumped onto the ladder and jogged across.

It surprised Max how quickly she crossed and with a twist of the ladder he freed it for the hands of a few zombies that clutched at it. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her narrow frame trembling and he wondered when the last time she’d had something to eat. “Please help me pull the ladder back.”


She paused for so long, he didn’t think she would, but then her hands grabbed the far end of the ladder and with her help, he was able to pull it onto the roof of the business they stood on.

Feeling unsure for the first time, he stretched his hand forward and tried to smile, while below him the zombies worked themselves into a frenzy. “Ah, hi, I’m Max.”

She didn’t take his hand. “Jennifer.” After another long pause, she added, “What are you going to do?”

“You mean to escape?” He pointed. “See that building over there?”

She nodded.

“I was going to drop the ladder over to it. I was thinking that if I make a shit-load of noise up front here, you could sneak over there and then I’ll rush over there too. By the time the zombies realize where we are, we could already have jumped into the alley behind the store.” He tried to smile again. “I have a safe place and a little food. We should be able to get there okay.”

His eyes followed her trim body. It stayed hard to guess her age, but he figured she might be a couple of years younger than Max’s twenty-one years of age.


“I go over first?”

“That would be best I think.”


A minute later he had the ladder ready and dropped it to the next building. He watched her scamper across. Once he was sure she had made it, he moved over to begin to bang on the front of the store, but before he reached there, Max heard a loud rattling behind him.

Jerking his head back, he saw that the girl had dumped the ladder off the roof and already sprinted for the drop off into the alley.

“Son of a bitch!”
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Undulating Waves of Death

September 12, 2014 at 12:22 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

The female’s scream sounded again. This time he could tell it was a scream of desperation and terror and not the cries of a person being eaten. He heard the latter enough to know its cadence.

When it sounded again, he said, “Son of a bitch. How could someone have survived this long and think that screaming is a good Idea?” He heaved a big television up onto the rails of the third floor as he spoke. “Or think that there would be someone around that could help her…strangely in this case there actually is, if I can get over there in time.”


Dropped the television didn’t give him the satisfaction it usually did. He was too busy. Then he thought of something. If I leave to get her, I might not be able to get back. Maybe I should grab my things… Another scream made him flinch. Hell, I don’t have the time.

Racing into the apartment he’d claimed, Max hurried to grab up his weapons. His sword went over his back. Next he belted on his pistol with his homemade silencer attached to it. He didn’t have many bullets, but he figured he’d need the few he still had today. Rushing to the window, he threw it open and looked down. “Still a few out back,” he cursed to himself.

Macho fucking me

Jogging back to the front, he tore a knife off his belt. “Damn, I hate this part,” he growled before slicing open the pad of his left hand. Wincing at the pain, he was still able to hold his hand over the ledge and squeeze it into a fist. Threads of blood fell into the zombie’s faces below and seconds later their moanings grew louder as they began to go nuts.

He hurried back to the open window. It was a painful wait for the dozen or so zombies behind the apartment complex to be drawn toward the mosh pit the undead had created on the other side, but as soon as only three remained, he said, “Fuck it,” and flung his fire escape ladder out the window. The coiled steel ladder fell with a racket of hollow tings, but he ignored the noise as he climbed out the window and rushed down its length. He stopped ten feet off the ground to put a well placed shot into the top of the two closest zombie’s heads. After leaping to the ground, his sword took out the last one.

He let his sword ride in his right hand while his left maintained a hold on the pistol. But now, of course, there weren’t any screams. Damn it, scream again, How am I supposed to find…Wait, there she is.


Max ducked, weaved, but mostly hid as he raced toward the direction he thought the last scream had emanated from. Between the zombies going wild at his apartment and probably the woman’s screams, the alleys only had a few lingering undead and he was able to cut them down with his sword before they alerted their fellows.

Grimy pavement became a blur under his boots and mangled decayed bodies mixed with car wrecks and burnt buildings as he sprinted on. His breath came in gasps and he forced himself to slow down as he drew near to where he thought she might be.

If he had thought the group below him at the apartment was huge, it was nothing compared to the over a hundred ghouls that had gathered around the woman. It remained hard to tell her age from the distance, but her screams sounded like she might be young.


She had climbed onto an ambulance that rested on its side. The undead surrounded her like a wave of undulating death. As he watched, a pair of zombies tried to climb up to her, but she pushed them back with a shovel and a scream. She held her own for the moment, but Max knew the smallest mistake and she’d be gone.

Sweat poured off him and he didn’t think it was due to the heat.

How the hell am I going to help this girl? Part of him knew he shouldn’t risk it, but how could he turn his back to her? After a year of loneliness, even the slimmest chance of success seemed well worth it. He had to save her.

Ideas entered his head and were rejected just as quickly.

It came down to him needing to find a vehicle and a big one. But how could he start a vehicle whose battery had been sitting dead for a year?

This and other thoughts dashed through his head and he didn’t notice the zombie behind him until its steely fingers clamped down on his neck.
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Alone with a Moan

September 5, 2014 at 12:23 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Besides cactus, the one thing Tucson had a lot of was apartment complexes. Many of the latter were of the three story variety. It hadn’t taken Max long to learn how to destroy the cement and steel staircases. And if he went to the smaller towers that only had two, he could usually take them both out before a sizable pack of walking corpses arrived.

If he took out the lowest stairwells, that left him with two floors to savage through. He had found a few duds and had been required to move on quickly, but usually as long as he had water, he could find enough food to make do for about a month and then he would repeat the process.




Max had quite a system going, but it came along with a lot of ups and downs. Boredom was a huge downside, but the apartments usually had a few things to distract him. But as the first anniversary of the zombie plague dawned, he’d grown tired of reading magazines and novels that covered situations that could never occur again. Games were little fun with no one to play them with.

He had come up with a new hobby, which provided some relief. His new hobby consisted of making zombie slaying weapons out of, well…anything. Toilet plunger into eye plunger. Pasta strainer into decapitator. In the end, almost anything could kill the sick pukes if you dropped in on their heads from high enough. He found the older televisions to be the most satisfying.

Still, as much as he tried to avoid thinking about it, his main issue remained loneliness. He’d been alone a whole year now. A whole fucking year. Not so much as a single conversation since the plague began. Sometimes he heard screams in the night and about three months ago he’d seen a small convoy of cars drive by, but not a single word had been exchanged with another human since the first zombie began to shuffle out of its grave.



If the weight of being alone wasn’t bad enough, at the back of his mind also nibbled the fact that he was still a virgin. High school had sucked for Max and he had never gotten lucky there. He had hoped that college would have been better, but before he’d had a chance to pop his cherry, the plague had begun.

In his darker moments, he wondered if he would end up dying a lonely virgin.

But there was something else in his current apartment that helped distract him from his plight, but not in a good way. It was the moan. He called it the moan, singular, because it was just the one. Sure the other undead lingered below, but a few well placed ear plugs helped him sleep through their noise.

No, this moan was different. It came from within the apartment complex.

Part of Max’s system was to clear the top two floors of the apartments once the lower staircases were destroyed. He had done so two days ago when he’d moved into the new place. But the first night he’d awoken to the sounds of a moan echoing through the wall. Using a flashlight he had, he searched through every apartment, sword in hand, but had found nothing.


The moaning would come and go. Just when he thought he drew close, it would stop. He’d turn around and it would start again. He had gotten very little sleep that first night and last night’s rest hadn’t been much better.

Upon awaking that morning, he had resided himself to look through every apartment, but after two hours of meticulous searching, he hadn’t found a thing. He had just sat down and mopped a sleeve over his sweat drenched brow when the moan started up again.

“Son of a bitch,” he said aloud and that seemed to make the moan grow louder. Below him, the other thirty zombies lingering around the complex joined in.

An idea came to him and he walked through the apartment rooms talking loudly. This seemed to stir the moaner up and he became pretty sure that the sound came from the third floor, which was also the floor he slept on.

Still, another search left him with finding no obvious sign of the zombie. He could, however, hear a scratching. He managed to narrow it down to two different apartments, but he couldn’t be sure which one it sounded louder in.

He was just about to try some more drastic measures, when he heard a panicked yell came from a block or more away. He couldn’t be sure of much other than it was female.


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