Fresh Blood

April 24, 2015 at 4:30 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Sheriff Dells remained safe from the snipers as long as he kept the post office between him and the cactus studded hill to the west, but how long could he stay there with a hundred zombies heading his way. Already some stumbled straight toward him. He wondered why, since he’d hidden around a corner, but then he remembered his dead friend. His fresh blood will be drawing them this way, he thought to himself.

Three Zombies

On the other side of San Miguel’s small downtown, he could still hear the shots Henry and Freddy fired into the three hundred undead that had wondered into his remote town.

Not wasting another second, he smashed the butt of his shotgun through one of the back windows of the post office. It didn’t take him long to crawl inside. He knew the layout well enough to move to the front of the building. He passed through dust covered packages that would never me delivered. A stench of decay hung in the air while he secured the door into the back rooms.

Blooded but Unbowed

Blooded but Unbowed

Something moved behind him. His head jerked back to see three zombies shuffling his way. The sight should have been impossible. He had cleared his city months ago. Every building that didn’t hold people had been cleared of undead and then locked up. Worse still, he knew all of the zombies. Each of them, in life, had been citizens in his town. He had counted them among the dead long ago even though their bodies had never been recovered.

How long have they been locked in here? He wondered, but then knew he had to act or be joining them in their endless pacing—a path leading nowhere.

He smashed what used to be Marcy DeLuca in the center of her forehead with the butt of the shotgun. She stumbled back into Chris French, the former owner of the gas station. Sue Davenport, a friend of his ex-wife’s, lunged at him like a servant of death seeking revenge for every imagined wrong she’d heard about him.

Putting her down wasn’t the hardest thing he’d ever had to do.

He kept pushing the other two off their feet until he had time to draw his hunting knife. He kicked Chris in the chest and then tackled Marcy to the floor. She took a knife to the eye and he hadn’t noticed how grating her moaning had been until it stopped. But he had a hard time drawing the blade. He hadn’t removed it before Chris began clawing at his back.

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Kicking out with one leg, he pushed the man back. He grabbed a wooden box off the counter and smashed it over Chris’s head. It wasn’t enough. The zombie grabbed at him. His left hand swung the shotgun up and broke one of Chris’s fingers. Grabbing the weapon with both hands, he pushed it away.

Chris was knocked off balance for just a second and that was all it took for Dells to use the gun to bash him in the face. It took two more hits, but finally Chris stopped moving.

Happy that he’d been able to take out the three zombies, without firing a shot, Dells headed toward the front windows. He spotted the men on the hill taking shots at what was probably Henry’s ride.

Setting down his shotgun, he got his rifle ready. After taking aim, he fired a single shot. He couldn’t be sure how successful his shot had been, but the firing from the hill ceased.

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Man Mountain cried out when his rifle exploded. Without thinking, he and his brothers dropped to the ground.

“Son of a bitch,” Jonny said. “That fucker nearly blew off my finger.”

“Could have been worse,” Ned said, while he adjusted his position in the hopes of seeing the shooter.

“I guess it could have been my head,” Jonny complained, “But my rifle’s fucked.”

Ripper

Temple spoke up. “Hell, we all know you use your hands more than your head. Although neither are too useful.”

Jonny started to whine, but Temple cut him off. “Hold it. I think I see that little hot number down there. Looks like she’s trying to stir up the town against us. I’m going to get to her before those dead heads do.”

“What about the shooter and them zombies?” Ned asked.

“Screw them both. Let them take each other out. I’m going for the girl, you can come with me and try to grab yourself a few warmies before this town goes to hell or you can hang out up here and then fuck cold pussy all night.”

Temple

Temple

The two other men shared a look and then followed their younger brother into the besieged town.

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The Apocalypse Was a Good Thing

April 17, 2015 at 4:00 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Dells watched in horror as his deputy’s life bleed out of the bullet wound through his skull. For a long moment he stared at his ally, his friend, but then the shooting drew him out of his daze.

Zombie Horde

Henry and Freddy were taking fire. He could only hope they fared better than he and Cale. Grabbing a rifle he tossed in over his shoulder, while letting a shotgun fill his hands. He was about to leave his ride when he saw the first zombies appearing on the other side of the post office parking lot. “Hell, that’s all I need. Snipers and zombies. Snipers, zombies, and death.”

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(An Hour Earlier)

Ned Conway sat on a rock situated on the top of a hill overlooking San Miguel. He and his brothers had been hitting isolated desert towns since the beginning of the zombie apocalypse.

Raiding such towns had a lot of upsides. First off, low populations meant less biters to deal with. Also the folks in the boonies tended to stock up on non-perishable food and firearms more than the average person living in the city. Sure they had run into some well armed people holding out, but they usually just let them be and moved on. They weren’t angels by any means and he and his brothers had taken liberties with far more than stores of food.

Mace

Sometimes Ned marveled over how quickly the façade of civilization had slipped away from him and his brothers. Temple in particular had developed a mean streak that would have landed in in jail at best during normal times. Out here, it was a survival mechanism. Jonny, who was often called Man-Mountain, due to his side, had a softer spot for the ladies and would beg his brothers to allow him to take one along with them. Temple would have none of it and after he slit the throat of a woman before his older brother’s eyes, Jonny had stopped asking.

Dark Hair

But they had never found a town where so many people had survived. It had seemed like too many to take on, but then Temple saw some of the women down there and he wanted them. The town also had working vehicles, guns and probably food. It seemed like a place too good to pass up, but the brothers had muddled over how they could take over the town.

When screams and gunfire had broken out, they had almost made their move, but then the sheriff had returned.

They were about to go for it, when they saw a small horde traveling down I-87. Ned and his brothers had made sure they were lured into the town. They didn’t need everyone alive, just a few women would do. Have a little fun, get a little gear, and then move on. Perhaps they might stay this time, but that never seemed to happen.

Ned and Jonny would often want to linger, but Temple could never stay in one place to long. Despite being the oldest brother, Ned had a hard time controlling Temple and he worried over his dark nature on sleepless nights. In the end it proved easier to let his brother have his way.

The brothers readied their rifles. “Once those rotters hit the edge of town, we start shooting at anything with a pulse,” Ned said.

Survivors

“Except for that girl we saw killing some zombies down there. She looks like a fighter and fighters last longer. I want her.”

Neither brother said anything and Jonny looked as the desert rocks beneath his feet. “Fine,” Ned said to fill the vacuum. “It’s those sheriffs that worry me anyway. Once they are down, I think we can handle a few girls.”

Temple laughed. “And handle them is just what I’m going to do.” He laughed again and this time his brothers joined in. In a few hours the town would be theirs to take their time with and do whatever they liked. For them, the apocalypse was a good thing. Overall their lives had never been better and it sure beat working at Jiffy Lobe, like he had for three years.

As the sheriff’s big Suburban sped toward the rotters, Ned took aim and fired.

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Who the Hell…

April 10, 2015 at 12:41 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

The five men and one woman looked at the stumbling group of undead heading toward their town in silence as they each speculated on how much this invasion would put the remaining population of San Miguel in danger.

Zombie Masses

Sheriff David Dells was the first to speak. “Alright, we need to get moving and I want us to work in teams. Fosters, you and Becca need to run and alert as many people as you can. Send the fighters to us and tell everyone else to get inside and lock their doors.”

Becca started to protest, so he hurried on. “Freddy, you’re armed, right? I want you and Henry to grab a working vehicle and start cutting down their numbers. Don’t get too close and don’t take any risks, but we need to start thinning them out as quickly as possible.”

“Yes sir,” Freddy said, but as he turned to jog off, he called over his shoulder. “And keep your eyes out. Remember there was already an outbreak here today. Other problems could be lurking.”

“So what the hell are we doing?” Cale asked.

“We are heading back to the station to grab some serious fire power and my ride.

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Cale actually smiled. “Ahhh, the Suburban from hell, good idea.”

Having said his piece, Dells lead the way with a fast jog. Along the way a woman’s long scream disturbed the desert stillness. It was a brutal cry and the type they heard many times before.

Cale’s boots kicked up sand as he came to a halt. “Sounds like Freddy was right. The outbreak from before hasn’t be contained.”

“Keep going,” Dells ordered. “Things will be just one big outbreak if we don’t stop that horde before it reaches the town.” The sun blazed overhead and his body’s sweat dried almost before it could form as they took up the jog again.

Dells had two other deputies besides Cale and it surprised them that neither was at the station. It didn’t make sense. San Miguel wasn’t that big. They should have been on the streets already after the gunfire.

Cale stated the obvious. “Were the hell is everybody?”

“Doesn’t make sense, but we can’t worry over it now. Maybe they saw that group heading into town and we’ll find them helping Freddy.” Then, without another wasted word, Dells headed for the gun racks. He passed Cale four rifles and grabbed up two shotguns and a duffle bag full of ammunition.

Even after a year of plague, San Miguel still had a healthy amount of rounds. Unlike other areas, Dells hadn’t let the undead gain a strong hold in his little isolated town. Add to that the gun fever than many Arizonians had and he figured he probably had more rounds available than most cities did these days.

Zombie rifle

Once they had loaded up, the pair scanned the alley. Seeing nothing, they ran to Dells huge Suburban. Dells drove as they raced toward the conflict. The size of the swarm heading they way looked worse than his first guess. Almost three hundred of the walking dead were just reaching the outlying buildings of his town. Henry and Freddy were doing there best to drop the zombies, but they had barely made a dent.

“Should we get on a roof or something?” Cale asked.

“No, I think we should stay mobile. We will have a better chance to-”

His words were cut short when a bullet passed through the windshield of his ride.

“” he started, but then more shots came their way. He raced behind the post office, which covered him from the shippers. “Who could be shooting at us…?” Dells started, but then his voice trailed off for a second time as Cale’s body went into convulsions. He looked on in horror as he saw his friend slump against the truck’s door as blood welled up from a head wound.

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We’re in a Heap of Trouble

April 3, 2015 at 4:47 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

Again Henry led the way. His wild hair streamed back behind him like some werewolf waiting for the full moon. It proved all Sheriff Dells and Cale could do to keep the young man within sight as he raced through the cactus and wait-a-minute brush.

A scream sounded again. Then another. “I’m not sure what they’re thinking,” Cale panted. “If there isn’t a zombie problem already, there will be one soon with all that noise.”

Zombie City

“Save your breath for running. We just need to get there.”

And that’s what they did. Henry disappeared over the lip of the saguaro studded hill, before Dells could call out for him to slow down. By the time the sheriff and his deputy reached the crest, they could see the town spreading before them, but had lost sight of Henry.

It didn’t take them long to spot the trouble. Two maybe three zombies were crouched over a prone form and feasting on it in the middle of the street. Dells sprinted as fast as he could manage over the uneven terrain, but when he saw Becca race from a building toward the undead with a pistol in her hand, he couldn’t get there fast enough.

Becca With Pistol

Becca With Pistol

While the zombies remained busy eating, she aimed up her pistol at almost point black range and fired. One zombie fell, but she gained the attentions of the other two. She backpedaled as they struggled to their feet and Dells gasped as he saw her back into a new zombie. It clutched a handful of her long auburn hair and drew her in for a bite.

Never before had he cursed the distance between him and a crisis and never had a hundred yards seemed so far.

Becca struggled against the one that held her, but was unable to break away. She did however start to empty her pistol into the first two. She dropped one, but only struck the other in the chest as the one from behind jerked her back.

Zombie Teeth

The zombie from behind went in for a bite. There would be no way for them to reach her in time and shooting a gun would be just as likely to hit her.

That was when Henry went barreling into the one that held his sister. Dells was close enough to hear her cry out when a handful of hair got torn away, but it looked like Henry had been able to save his sister’s life.

Finally drawing near, Dells shot down the last standing zombie, while Henry made a bloody mess of things by stabbing the one he fought in the face again and again until it finally stopped struggling.

The former chemistry teacher, Fosters, and Freddy Gibson came running up, just as Dells was helping Becca back to her feet. “What the hell is happening?”

“I don’t know,” Becca answered first, while she adjusted her tight top. Even in the middle of the conflict, her young body drew his attentions. “I just saw these freaks eating Kristen and came out here to waste them.”

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Cale spoke up. “Dave, I got some bad news. These are all our people. Something is turning them.”

“Son of a bitch, what’s going on?” Dells asked again.

Fosters said, “I think I can help explain. From what I heard, Old man Gilly passed away during the night. He killed and infected his wife and daughter as well as a few neighbors.”

“Well, great just great. Do we know if there are more out there?”

“Not sure,” Freddy said, “but we got new problems. The gunfire has attracted the attentions of some that must have been migrating along the highway. When Fosters and I came running over here at least fifty must have started to head this way.” He paused for a second and then said, “We’re in a heap of trouble.”

Thirty Zombies

Thirty Zombies

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