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An entry into the January 2008 Twilight Creations contest by Eric Sabin
Another cold night, nothing out of the ordinary besides the herds of flesh eating undead swarming the streets. I don’t really know how it all happened, all I know is it did and I’m stuck right in the middle of it. Even now those dead bastards are trying to get into my sporting goods strong hold, I’m Eric and I just wish we would of known before this night.
It was Dusty and I working our way down main street after a late night at the bar, singing tavern songs as we stumbled. We saw the normal folks we would normally see this late except for a massive crowd of people working their way up main street, except they weren’t no people. Dusty and I just stopped and watched as this mob began attacking the late night inhabitants. Officer McMullen even showed up not to soon after, that fat lazy cop, accused the whole crowed of corpses of being drunk, but after we saw the first one of those things step under the street light with his half eaten face and blood stained scowl we all just took off running as fast as we could towards town square. We could hear the screams of the towns people as we ran by, I think the sound of snarling half-eaten people behind us made us run faster, except McMullen - that donut loving pig stopped to draw his pistol at those freaks and all he accomplished was dropping two bullets and getting himself killed - butter fingers.
By time dusty and I had reached the town square, it looked like the town had went through a hurricane. Over by the movie theater were and burning cars tipped on their sides, by the hardware store were broken glass and debris blowing in the wind like tumble weeds, nearly all the streets were littered with dead bodies. Dusty and I combed the square looking for anything useful, we could already see those things coming from the shadows so we knew we had to hurry. Over by an beaten up old pickup truck Dusty yelled over to me "hay look… A shotgun! Its got six shells" and then he fell silent. I guess as Dusty was leaving the truck he saw a kid with his stomach ripped open in the back seat. I yelled at him to hurry, all our escape routes had been blocked and time was short. BANG!!!! A shot in the night and dusty came running from the truck. The kid he saw was his son, he was with his uncle and cousins going to go see a movie, he wasn’t dead… but he is now.
With a tremble in his voice Dusty said "lets go" and pointed to the only clear ally. It seemed like the number of dead were increasing and our chances of escaping was decreasing. An ocean of bodies separated us from our only path to survival. On the ground was old pipe and I told Dusty to fire the shotgun at the crowd, then we ran into the swarm of groaning zombies. It must have been an adrenaline rush that moved us because the way we were moving there was no other way to explain it. I was swinging my old pipe as hard as I could tearing pieces of flesh and skull clean off the rotting mass. Dusty swung the shotgun too, stopping only once to completely decapitate an elderly man missing a jaw, fragments of brain and skull hit the wall behind him. After forcing our way into the dark ally, still being stalked by the savage undead. We attempted to open a loan door in the ally only to fail, zombies collapsing in on us from both sides. Struck with fear dusty couldn’t move, dropping his shotgun and screaming at the walls only to hear his echo. Slapping him, I grabbed the gun and shot the lock taking Dusty by the collar and pulling him into the now open doorway until something began to pull him back out. Scared, I put a round into the door shattering the wooden from but freeing Dusty. His legs were bleeding badly and he couldn’t stand, so he rolled out of the way so I could barricade the door with what ever I could grab, "This should hold them for a while" I told Dusty. Fortunate for us we had made it to the sports store, we now had at least some sort of defense, but Dusty was silent. I walked over to him, still by the door that was being pounded on by those bastards behind it, and shook his shoulder… nothing. So I shook it again, and in a instant he grabbed my wrist and told me to leave him. Still a bit drunk, but sobering up I agreed to go. I could tell he’d soon die from the wounds on his legs, so with a loud CLICK!!! CHACK!!! I loaded the last shell into the shotgun and left it with Dusty, he needed it more than I did, and began my walk to the other side of the decent size store. Nearing the golfing section of the store I hear an ear piercing CRASH! And a loud "go to hellll!!!" BANG!! Then the moaning started. Quickly I started toward the storage room, the door was unlocked and had a small gated seeing window in it. Weaponless, I enclosed my self in the room. A swift look around the room revealed nothing of real use, so I sank into a corner and lit a solitary cigarette I found in the desk I put in front of the supply room’s door.
Puffing on my cigarette and listening to the taps on the door getting louder and turning the bangs, I laugh. It was only a week ago I quit smoking, well after all that running I’m do for some much needed rest.
So, here I sit. Another cold night, nothing out of the ordinary besides the herds of flesh eating zombies swarming the streets. I don’t really know how it all happened, all I know is it did and I’m stuck right in the middle of it. Even now those dead bastards are trying to get into my sporting goods strong hold, I’m Eric and just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse… it did. CRASH!!!! "McMullen you lazy ass donut eating zombie, come and get some."
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