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.”

Becca Beautiful

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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“We need to go, now!”

March 28, 2015 at 10:45 am (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , )

When you lived in a small isolated town, the zombie apocalypse wasn’t like all those television shows and movies. Sheriff David Dells had never watched those sorts of shows before, but watched every one he could get his hands on before the power died. The Waking Dead was his favorite for obvious reasons. What they got wrong was the ratio of living to dead—at least in his town they did.



Sure there had been the initial sweep where everyone was caught unprepared and often unwilling to fight back. Once he had known what he faced, Dells and a core group of miners had retaken the small desert town. The people had behaved rationally for the most part, but that once stable block of decent people would be chipped at.

Scouting parties that did not return. Chip

Losing power. Chip

The hunger. Chip

The hunger… Chip, Chip, Chip

They grew gardens and went hunting. They survived, but it was nothing like how they had once enjoyed so much, so easily. It was the sick that bothered him more. San Miguel, which was located in the northern Sonoran Desert north of Tucson, had been a mining town, but also had its fair share of folks seeking a quieter place to retire in the sun. The town had already lost three people to illness.


His new deputy, Cale, pointed at something with his rifle and his voice drew Dells back to the present. “I’m seeing something this way.” The man’s gaze headed down a cactus studded slope to a dry wash sporting clusters of thick wait-a-minute bushes.

Desert, Tucson

“Well, either it’s those stiffs, Dot saw this morning, or we’ll scare ourselves up some dinner.”

Cale drew his sleeve over his damp brow. “At this point I think I’d prefer the dinner.”

“Well you know it’s just safer to-”

“No, you knobs, it’s some of them, alright. Three of them down by the wash.” Henry’s wild unkempt hair gave him a feral affect. Dust covered his clothes and Dells figured the young man was the closest thing they had to a zombie hound. During the first day of the outbreak, Henry had been bitten by a zombie, but for some still unexplained reason, he hadn’t turned. Instead, he somehow became ignored by the undead. They treated him like one of their own. He’s seen Henry slap them across the face put them in sloppy head locks and they never tried to bite him.

“Lead the way,” Dells said and pointed toward the wash with his rifle.

Henry raced through the stands of prickly-pear, but the riflemen descended in no great hurry.

Looked toward the thick thorn studded trees, Dells said, “I don’t feel like going in there, do you?”

“Can’t say it would improve my day.”

Henry plunged back out of the brush. “Whatyah waiting for?”

“For them to come to us,” Dells answered. “Hey deadheads, you want a fresh meal?” They came crashing out of the thicket toward them. “Hope you like bullets,” Dells said as he sent a shot through one’s head. But Henry count was off, way off. His three turned out to be more like a dozen and Dells and Cale backed up a few yards while they put everything they had into stopping the wave of death headed their way.

Zombie Head Shot

In the middle of the shooting, Henry leaped into the remaining zombies tackling two to the ground.

“That kid’s gonna get himself shot,” Cale shouted, but then cried out when a zombie blindsided him. His foot caught on a loss rock and he fell onto his back. Only one zombie from the wash remained and Dells shot it in the head and threw his rifle aside.

Drawing his pistol, he rushed over, but it was hard to get a shot off without risked hitting Cale.

The zombie was on top of Cale moving in for a bite when Henry leapt onto its back. Cale shouted as he felt the extra weight, but Henry’s laughter echoed louder as he grabbed the undead by the hair and stabbed a dagger into the thing’s temple.

“Son of a bitch,” Cale cursed as decayed filth splattered his face.

“Would you have rather be dead?” Henry asked, as he yanked the corpse off the deputy.


Cale was interrupted by the sounds of screaming reaching their ears. A few seconds later three shots were fired in rapid succession.

Dells snatched up his rifle while Henry helped Cale to his feet. “We need to go, now!”


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