The Climax of See Emily Slay and You can Call me Spike

March 13, 2015 at 9:39 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , , )

This Serial Started 10/25/14

After hearing his thirteen–year-old sister scream in the tunnel that lead away beneath him, Spencer cursed, “Son of a bitch,” and descended into the darkness.

He ran his tongue over his dry mouth and felt like he’d swallowed sandpaper. Every footstep sounded like a handful of dropped dishes to his ears. He grasped his twin pistols but they turned awkwardly in his sweat drenched hands.

Emily cried out again, but it sounded like it was more in anger or fear and not pain. Spencer paused and tried to even his breathing. Looking down, he remembered that his desert eagle was empty. Shaking his head, he hurried to stuff it into its place on his belt, while he shifted the glock into his right hand. He had one pistol, fully loaded, but it was his last clip. Either way this went, he’d only have one chance.

The dirt clogged hallway remained dim. Small holes which allowed thin circles of light in from above were placed at ten foot intervals. He crept along until he reached an intersection. One way appeared more traveled and it was also the way he thought his sister’s voice had come from. Taking the turn, he advanced with careful footsteps.

Emily’s voice sounded again, but as more of a whimper this time. He also heard a kind of muffling voice, which might have been his father’s.

Another voice sounded and Spencer recognized the sniper at once. “Calm down girly. You had better get used to this sort of thing if you want to live in a world like this. Damn it, calm your shit down. If you’re good to me, I’ll keep you around and maybe let your dad live, but if you try to hurt me again, first you dad will go and then you.”

Spiked Pistol

Spencer had heard enough and hurried forward and it almost cost him his life. A zombie, with a chain circling his neck, lunged forward. Fingers grasped and clawed at him. He tried to move away, but the zombie grabbed his collar and pulled him off balance. His small body proved no match for the big undead and Spencer lost, not only his footing, but his grip on the pistol as well.

His gun tumbled from his hands and bounced down the corridor toward his family, but it became a secondary concern as the zombie wrestled with him while trying to move in for a bite.

Spencer struggled to find anything he could use as a weapon and his hand landed on the steel spike he carried on his belt. He drew the weapon while the zombie leaned in to take a bite from his face. Voices were shouting in the distance, but nothing would matter if those teeth met his flesh.

Zombie chains

With a yell, he stabbed the nine inch spike forward and impaled the monster’s eye. It fought for a moment, but its own struggling drove the point in deeper until it went limp and toppled into the dirt.

Spencer was just trying to let it soak in that he still lived, when he heard the sniper shouting. “I’m not sure how you got in here, kid, but you’re going to wish you had escaped while you could.”

His sister cried out, “Run Spence, run!”

Instead of running, he made a move to grab his fallen pistol, but before he could reach it bullets riddled the passageway. With a yelp, Spencer dove back and around the intersection. For a moment he stayed there with his back against the wall just trying to draw in a breath.

The man drew in close enough that Spencer could see the outline of his shadow moving down the wall. “Did I get you, punk? You think I’d forgive all of you for killing my dogs? Your whole family is going to pay and I think I’ll be starting with you.”

“Son of a bitch.”


The Climax of See Emily Slay and You can Call me Spike Part II

Bullets raked the corner of the intersection Spencer had made it too. His breaths came in gasps and his hands shook. His sole loaded gun lay near the gunman and all the sniper would have to do is turn the corner and Spencer wouldn’t be living to see his eleventh birthday.



He couldn’t retreat either. Behind him lay nothing but a trap door up into dozens of walking corpses. Even with his guns fully loaded, he wouldn’t have been able to fight his way through.

The sniper shouted, “Come on out boy. Come around the corner with your hands before you and you might live to see another sunrise.”

Spencer was young but he wasn’t an idiot and living through a year of the apocalypse had caused him to be a quick thinker and grow up fast. The man was shouting and shooting, but Spencer sensed that he still considered him a threat. Probably thinks I have a loaded gun, he thought to himself.

Looking down at his belt he saw his empty desert eagle. He drew it. There has to be some way I can use this to help me and my family. He had one more thing on his belt—his steel spike. Since he had used it to save his life on the first day of the outbreak, Spencer had given himself the nickname Spike. His sister refused to call him that and his father rarely did. Jewels had often obliged, but the damn sniper in the hallway had killed her.

Thinking about Jewels focused his anger and he gripped his metal spike so hard his knuckles turned white. “She called me Spike,” his whispered. “I promise you that I’ll live up to my name today, Jewels.”

“What are you saying, boy?”

“I’m saying I want to give up,” he called out and hoped his voice didn’t tremble.

He tossed his empty pistol into the hallway past the intersection. Then he took off his knife and tossed it out there too. While he waited for the sniper to make the next move, he slid the spike down the front of his pants. It felt cold next to his sweating form, but his mind remained to busy to register such things.

“Alright. Maybe you aren’t as dumb as you look. Now I want you to come out into the hallway and keep your hands in the air.”

Spencer stood. The dirt clung to his boots and the air stayed heavy with stale heat. He didn’t want to turn around the corner. After ten seconds of trying he wondered if his body would even let him.

“Come on, punk. Let me see those hands.”

Drawing a deep breath, Spencer forced himself around the corner and looked up into the eyes of the man that held his family hostage—the man that had killed Jewels.

He was covered in makeshift body armor. His vest had a cop insignia and Spencer wondered if the guy used to be a cop or had killed one. The mask proved to be the most disturbing. Spencer had never seen the man without in and even here in the sniper’s underground tunnels, he still wore it. Was still wearing it while he was trying to rape my sister, Spencer fumed.

Masked Sniper II

Despite his youth, he could feel his rage mounting. It burned within him and he began to tremble, not with fear but with anger.

The sniper laughed. “Don’t shit your pants on me now, boy.”

Spencer ground his teeth. His forehead tensed, but he didn’t say a word.

“Alright you little piece of shit. Let’s reunite you with your family. Perhaps with a knife to your throat your sister will be a bit more cooperative.” He grabbed Spencer by the shoulder and pushed him toward the direction he’d heard his sister.

“What did you say about throats?” Spencer said, his voice just above a whisper.


Spencer repeated himself, but in an even softer voice.

“Speak up you little rat. Hell, you’re squeaking like a rat.”

Spencer response was to trip up and fall to one knee. He made sure his back was to the man while he let his spike fill his fist.

“Oh what the hell is wrong with you now? Maybe you aren’t worth the effort.” The man drew near Spencer and grabbed his shoulder in a painful grip.

With a yell, Spencer leapt up to his full height and drove his spike up and under the man’s chin. The sniper cried out, but Spencer had been killing zombies for a year. He knew how to hit the brain and one for the best ways, when you are shorter, is to strike it by going straight up from under the jaw.

The sniper struggled and tried to throw Spencer off, but the boy clung onto his armor with his free hand and drove his spike in deeper. The sniper made a gurgling noise, but a second later he had fallen onto his back. Spencer road him all the way down and made sure he wouldn’t be getting up again by driving his gory spike through both of the man’s eyes.

Once that was done, he snatched up his fallen pistol, and rushed to his family.

Both of his family members were bound. His father had been tied to a chair while Emily was strapped to a table and already half naked.

At the sight of him Emily burst into a new round of tears. “Spencer, Spencer at you okay? Is that asshole dead?’

Spencer smiled her way. “Yes and yes and,” he held up his gory weapon, “And you can call me Spike.”
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So Bad, So Quickly

February 27, 2015 at 5:47 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , , , )

It took a moment to sink in that everything had gone so bad, so quickly. Spencer had gone from the hero who had saved his father to a ‘little boy lost’ locked out of the sniper’s bunker while the evil puke that had killed Jewels was about to molest his sister and do who knew what to Spencer’s unconscious father. Add to this, his ammunition was running low and zombies headed toward him from every direction.

He took a few seconds to try the bunker door, but it resisted his ten-year-old muscles easily. He thought about shooting through the door and trying to hit the lock, but with his low supply of rounds and his family being on the other side, he just couldn’t take the chance.



Figuring that there had to be another way in, he thought back to the beginning of this mess and remembered that the sniper had first attacked them while they were crossing the park. Looking to the east, he spotted the outskirts of the park and headed that way.

The moans increased when the zombies saw his dash across the sun baked earth. Dust and pebbles churned under his sneakers as he dodged through the clinging undead. Hands grasped and mouths snarled, but he broke through the ring before it could close around him.

New problems found Spencer, however. More zombies lurked before him while others joined in the chase. Looking back, he saw that he already had thirty zombies spread out behind him. He could stay ahead of them, but they gave him little room for error.

zombie 30

Reaching the park, his frantic eyes searched for anything that could resemble another entrance to the bunker. Remembering where the sniper’s first shots came from, he headed in that direction. Picnic tables and untended cactus gardens flew past his vision. Sweat pooled in his armpits and he realized that he hadn’t stopped to drink any water since the whole situation had started.

Then he spied something that looked out of place. A corrugated steel shack had been set up in the middle of a grassy field and it looked newer than most of the debris covered grounds and buildings. With this discovery also came new problems. A full nine zombies roamed through the field.

After casting a glance over his shoulder, he knew he wouldn’t have much time. He drew both his pistols and hurried forward. With loud groans, the nine undead pivoted toward him. He took a careful aim and dropped the closest two with as many shots.

Zombie Head Shot

He found himself needing to make a choice. If he fired from a distance, he might miss them and waste bullets, but if they got too close he could find himself pinned between them and the zombies moving in from behind. He picked a third option. Instead of rushing them, he ran to the eastern side of the field. The zombies turned to follow him in mass. He shot the most eastern one, but it took two shots. Pausing, he aimed and emptied his first pistol. Two more fell, but the ones from behind him had drawn in dangerously close.

“I’m only going to get one chance at this,” he said aloud as he arced around the remaining zombies toward the shack. As he reached the shack, he said, “If I’ve guessed wrong, this could be all she wrote.”

Zombie Couple

A heavy chain hung loose with a padlock on the end. He took this as a good sign and he took the chain too. Rushing into the shack, he threw the door shut behind him and looked around.

He hadn’t found anything before the first meaty hands started banging on the outside. The door had a bolt lock, which he pushed home even as he began to think that his gamble might have just cost him his life. Alone and almost out of bullets, Spencer began to panic. There would be no way for him to fight his way out of the shack and those zombies would pull it apart before too long.

He moved around the shack. Some hand to hand weapons lined the walls as well as bike pumps, first aid kits, and other valuable items that had been scavenged. It seemed like he was on the right track, but…

Then his toe caught on something.

Gazing down, he spotted a square outline in the sand. The sounds of the moaning grew in volume as the undead attacked the outer walls of the shed. He hurried to clear the sand and found a trap door. “Nice…”

It resisted him at first, but with the help of a crowbar that he found in the shed, he was able to force it open. Darkness greeted him, but again the shed supplied for his needs with a box of flashlights. He spent a nervous minute fumbling through them while the shed started to get torn apart, but he found one still functioning and moved back to the opening. He was about to enter when the sound of his sister screaming reached his ears.

“Son of a bitch,” he cursed as he descended into the darkness.




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Rock and Roll

February 13, 2015 at 5:09 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , )

If schools still existed during the Zombie Apocalypse, Spencer wouldn’t have finished Elementary School yet. But there he stood trying to take in a situation that most adults couldn’t handle. It didn’t surprise him that the shooting had attracted a few hundred zombies. It also didn’t even surprise him that along with the zombies a handful of living raiders had shown up. What he couldn’t wrap his head around was seeing his father fighting alongside the sniper who had killed Jewels. How was that possible?

Masked Sniper

Another thing that didn’t seem possible remained how he might be able to rescue his dad on a rooftop surrounded by frantic zombies while four shooters kept them pinned down. With just two pistols, he also wasn’t sure how he could help and where was Emily? He refused to believe something could happen to his sister, but where was she?

He couldn’t worry about her, he had to figure out a way he could help his dad, but what could he do?

His young mind thought of plans, but then rejected them just as quickly. It all came down to not being able to get anywhere near them due to the large number of zombies.

Desert Dust

It was then that one of the four men’s heads exploded in a red flash of gore.


But his joy proved short lived for the men spotted her as well and laid down fire. It remained difficult to tell if they just kept her pinned or if she’d been hit, for Spencer saw no further movement on the hill she had fired from.

The men had found some old barbecues and other supplies to hide behind and once again the firefight drew out with each group taking sporadic shots at each other, but not making any more progress in their small war.

Spencer's pistol

It was three on three, but Spencer didn’t like those odds at all. They had already lost Jewels. He didn’t think he could make it a day if something happened to his father or Emily.

Angry at his own uselessness, he kicked a rock off the cliff he stood on. As he watched, the stone fall it came to him and a wicked smile spread over his face.

Zombie Fence

The fenced in tennis court that held their enemies was right below him and down the incline. Two hundred zombies surrounded it, but they were spread thin. Looking around, he saw what he needed.

Rushing to the side of the cliff, he looked at the large boulder shaped like a jagged goose egg, it weighted a good ton. He pushed against it, but might as well been trying to move a mountain. That wasn’t going to work.

He dreaded exposing himself, but with the gunman focused on his father and Emily, he had to hope they wouldn’t look over their shoulder or he’d be as good as dead.

Rushing to the lower front part of the stone, he began to scoop handfuls of dirt away with his small fingers. More concerns filled his mind for he realized that if the rock came away too quickly he could be crushed, but soon he had new problems. Three approaching zombies had spotted him and lumbered his way. The rocky incline slowed them down, but they would reach him soon. He hurried to dig faster.

Rocks and dirt came away and the boulder shifted an inch. Behind him the zombies moaned. He had to hurry. He put everything he had into the digging until his fingers bled. A skull sized rock was jammed into the space. Drawing his bat from off his back he used it as a lever and went at the stone. Sweat poured from his skin and the hairs on the back of his neck rose as the zombies neared.

Wet Zombie

Wet Zombie

He struggled. Every inch of him strained with all his might. The zombies were only ten feet away. This could be his last chance—his only chance to save his dad.

The rock came away, but the boulder didn’t move. Dodging past the three zombies, Spencer ran up to the top of the boulder. He pushed. Nothing. The zombies climbed after him. He kept pushing. “Come on!” he could feel tears welling up in his eyes as the undead reached for him. “Come on, please, please, please.”

With a loud growl, the biggest zombie lunged at him and Spencer had no choice but to dive away. As he lay there with a mouthful of dust, the most remarkable thing happened. The big zombie hit the rock and they both went tumbling down the hill.

Spencer’s mouth hung open as the large boulder raced down the hill picking up more rocks as it went. Twelve seconds later it crashed through the fence that surrounded the tennis courts. The men gazed in wide-eyed horror as the zombies funneled in. The shooters tried to gun them down, but it was hopeless.

Soon the zombies surrounding his father moved away to join their fellows and Spencer saw his father and the masked gunman climbing down the back of the building.

He sprinted down the hill toward his father. From the other side of the valley, he saw Emily doing the same, but he beat her there.

“Dad, DAD!” he yelled.

His father caught Spencer up in his arms and gave him the biggest hug Spencer could remember ever getting. He whispered in Spencer’s ear. “You saved me, Spence. You really pulled through. You saved us all. I’ve never been more proud of you.”

Spencer couldn’t remember being happier since the apocalypse had started and when Emily joined them in their hug all three of them burst into tears.

Spencer, Emily, and their Father

Spencer, Emily, and their Father

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Heart Shaped Plan

February 6, 2015 at 4:23 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , , )

“Stupid heart-shaped plan,” Spencer mumbled to himself as he dashed between the clustered cacti. Speaking out loud might have been a poor choice for his voice attracted the gaze of several zombies heading toward the sounds of shooting that raged before him.

He flipped them the bird and pushed his ten year old body faster. He rounded corners and sped between clusters of prickly pear. Soon the zombies fell behind him, but they remained everywhere. Again, it was only the distraction of the constant shooting before him that enabled him to move through their ranks so easily.

Zombie female

As planned, he curved out and past the shooting and circled back to the conflict from the north. He and his sister figured zombies would be less thick in that direction and whoever shoot at their father would be less likely to expect people coming in from the north.

The shooters worried him most, but soon he realized the amount of zombies could be his real problem. Before he even spotted his first shooter, the undead grew thick. Groups of ten and twenty stumbled through the thick desert. As long as he stayed behind them and amid the cacti, he’d be fine, but if he went into the open he could quickly find himself stalked by dozens of the flesh seekers.


He took a moment to figure out where he stood. Between he and Emily stretched a narrow valley. Most of it looked like it was covered in cactus, but at its center was a swimming pool, long since dry, four tennis courts, and a couple of out buildings. Playgrounds for the rich and undead, he mused silently.

Drawing one pistol, he let his war spike fill his left hand and set off working his way through the chaparral. A rocky area rose to the north and he headed toward it. The zombies came in from the south and the cliffs had stayed clear so far and he made it up to the crest without much worry.



A lone zombie lurched through a flat area within the rocks and turned at his approach. “Say hello to my pointy friend,” Spencer hissed while running forward. His fist lashed out and drove the tip of his wooden spike deep into the creature’s eye. It toppled over and wouldn’t be getting back up.

Feeling more confidence, he reached the edge of the cliffs. He had a better view of the situation below him and it didn’t look good. Four shooters had locked themselves inside of a fenced in tennis court, which was surrounded by a hundred growling zombies. How they intended to escape, he had no idea, but it didn’t seem to concern the shooters for they still focused their bullets on a building fifty feet to the north of them.

Could that be where dad is? He wondered. He tried to spot Emily, but couldn’t see his sister yet. Hope she’s okay. It might be harder for her to get this close if there’s no cliff over there.

He gazed back at the shooters. From the looks of things, at least two of them had already been shot down. He would have liked to have added to that count, but with just a pistol, he would have been hard pressed to do more than lose the advantage of surprise.

So he waited. He couldn’t be sure how this would play out or how his dad would get out of this mess, but for the moment Spencer reamined safe and could at least see what went on below him.


After watching for another three minutes, there remained no sign of Emily. He had begun to consider looping around and looking for her when he spied movement below. Two figures had made it to the roof of the building the shooters fired upon. Looking more closely, he saw that one was his father. Finally. But then he drew back in shock. The second figure was the masked sniper who’d shot and killed Jewels and from the looks of things he was working with Spencer’s father!


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They don’t call me Spike for nothing

January 23, 2015 at 12:30 pm (Apocalypse, Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , , , )

Spencer was forced to holster one of his pistols as he scrambled up the far side of the rocky wash. Looking back at his sister almost cost him an eye, when he turned his face toward a jumping Cholla. He jerked back just as the first zombies descended down the hill behind them. So far his idea was working, for several of the undead lost their footing and tumbled down the incline. Most hit cactus along the way and each roll made them fouler than before.


But what worried him more was his sister. She followed him, but since the death of Jewels, she’d been on autopilot at best. He paused to grab her hand and help her up the far side of the wash. Her eyes met his for a moment, but then looked away.



More shots rang out. “Come on, we have to help, dad.”

Once Emily gained the ridge, she spoke for the first time, since Jewel’s death. “This firefight doesn’t make sense. Why are they still both firing? Usually gun fights don’t last this long these days. Either a bullet ends it, people run out of rounds, or they become covered with zombies.”

“Well, if people are shooting, that means dad’s still alive, so let’s go.”



Leaving most of the thirty undead following them far behind, the siblings half-jogged over the rugged terrain. They came to a series of homes and Spencer was about to jump over a wall, when Emily just opened the gate into the luxurious house’s back yard. They hurried to the other side of the fence and stopped for a moment to catch their breath.

The backs of the houses faced a wide avenue of thick cactus. Several zombies could be seen, but they all had their backs to the siblings as the lumbered toward the sounds of gunfire.

Spencer was about to speak when a growl interrupted him. From out of the back of the house an elderly couple stumbled toward them. Emily started to raise her rifle, but Spencer put his hand over it. “Let’s try to not let anyone or anything know we’re coming. Besides, they don’t call me Spike for nothing.”

Emily and Spencer

Emily and Spencer

“No one calls you Spike.”

Ignoring her, he grabbed a green garden post from where it leaned against the wall and charged the male zombie. He lived up to his nick-name when the spike of the post went through the man’s eye. It struggled for a moment, but that only drove it in deeper. Then, like a light switch being flicked, it just collapsed without warning. This tore the post from Spencer’s hands and left him weaponless in the face of the oncoming female walker.

Dancing to the side, he tossed a lawn chair between them. She hit it and toppled forward. Grabbing up a heavy ceramic pot, he said, “You must have liked plants a lot, but this plant is dead, just like you, so you can have it back.” It went down and so did she and neither got back up.

Feeling a bit pleased with himself, he shot a look over at her sister and froze. She wasn’t there!

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Death of Becca

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Spencer The Final Death Dispenser

January 9, 2015 at 12:18 pm (Eternal Aftermath, Horror, Zombie) (, , , , , , )

Being a ten year old boy, who weighted less than a hundred pounds, during the eternal aftermath wasn’t east. Add to this, a missing father who was last seen trading bullets with a masked gunman, having to shoot down your adopted mother, and the final slice of heaven was having his older sister lose it after she had done the deed.



“Em, come on! We need to move it. There must be thirty zombs on our tale.” She moved after him, but barely faster than a zombie herself. With her shuffling feet and emotionless face she almost looked like one herself.

“Ergg,” he mumbled to himself while he adjusted the heavy rifle he had taken from Jewels’ body. He also had two pistols, his and Jewels. He knew his sister’s magazines were empty, but in her current state he couldn’t be counting on her loading them any time soon.

“It’s just so sad,” she breathed from behind him.

He looked back and saw her face crack into a grimace of agony and the tears broke lose. Worse than this, she stopped walking. As if sensing her vulnerably, the undead moaned louder as they stumbled through the cactus toward them.

“Son of a gun barrel,” Spencer half-cursed as he reached Emily. Spencer dropped Jewels’ rifle in front of his sister. She’s better with a rifle anyway, if she can just snap out of this. Rushing past her toward the approaching zombies, he drew his pistol. “If dad was up here, he’d say it was time to start weeding these goons out.”

Zombies after you

His first two shots went wild, so he forced himself to calm down. This wasn’t easy with growling undead crashing toward him with faces studded with cactus thorns and grey gums quivered as their jaws snapped open and closed. He aimed at the center of the closest one’s head, steadied his pistol, and shot. It went down in a splatter of black and grey. Two more dropped before his magazine emptied. He quickly drew Jewels’ pistol and dropped three more before they grew too close.

He started to backpedal, but his ankle hit and rock and he tumbled back onto his butt.

Emily screamed something that would be forever lost and snatched up Jewels’ fallen rifle. Seconds later, his sister did what she did best and laid into the mob until her magazine went dead.

Emily and Spencer

Emily and Spencer

Spencer shot one in the head that had made it through her onslaught and leapt to his feet. He reached her just in time to see the rifle fall through her fingers and clatter onto the rocks. “Leave it, we still have yours, we’ll come back and get it after we find dad.”

Looking back he saw they had maybe cut down half of the group that followed them, but more moaning could be heard further down the rocky hills. Gunfire drew them every time.

Zombie Night

Somehow, he got his sister moving again and he tried to lead her west and down into a dry wash he saw below them. “Look,” he said more to himself than her. “There is like a ten foot drop of on both sides of the wash. If we can scramble down there some could break their legs trying to follow us and they’ll be even more hard pressed to climb the other side.”

He was just beginning to feel some glimmer of hope when gunfire echoed from the south.

“Oh no, dad!”

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