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An entry into the January 2008 Twilight Creations contest by Kamryn Tylah Rowe
PROLOGUE
A normal day. Today was going to be a normal day. I'll wake up, eat whatever I find in the cupboard, go to work at Phil's Gas Station, stop by Drug Mart on the way home, slip a pot of gourmet cooking out of a restaurant, go home and crash on the couch. Or so I thought. Why was today different? Because today, the sky was black with lightning, the hospital morgue was opening and chaos was taking over.
3 DAYS LATER...
I haven't seen a living human since I ran inside, wetting myself, when the army of spirits started to meld with the living and turn them into the living dead. I've found an alternate food source, slaughtering any animals that come my way. Each time I look out the window I ask myself "Where did everybody go?". I had to choose. Stay here and waste away, or try to escape. I decided to escape, but how, and to where? Then I remembered, when I saw Evil Dead last week, the zombies could still drown. So I need to get to another island. There is the helicopter, but it has an empty tank of fuel. But, he could stop by the gas station and get some fuel for it. So, my plan sorted, I head out.
I made my way to the town center's statue to begin. That went well. I slowly made my way to the gas station which was only 3 blocks away. This went not so well. I ran straight into a chunk of concrete. I darted into the nearest store which was fortunately KAT's Navy Surplus. About ten zombies came to investigate the noise I made coming in. I saw a grenade roll out and saw as the zombie bent to pick it up. The explosion attracted more noise than the zombie's cries, as I learned when a group of survivors cheered and charged out of the crashed stock truck. I decided to tell them my plan to escape. "Sounds great! We can help!" the leader said.
As I stepped into their truck, I said "Hey look... a shotgun!". "But of course!" Raja, the leader said, "We were in the Army. It has lots of ammo, too.".
"Can I have it?"
"Okay, but you'd better use it on the deadites, not us!". I hopped out to find some barrels to put fuel in. I grabbed three, incase one had a leak. We filled the first one easily, but a zombie was in the barrel. The barrel was slightly full, so I threw a match in the barrel, sealed it, and rolled it into the street. It impacted with the zombies closing in and burned them and sent them back to hell.
We started to drive to the helipad, but a car crash blocked the only way in, which was past Little Johnny's Skate Shop. So we set off on foot with a pair of canisters, with Raja leading the way, because of my bad sense of direction. Lots of zombies lay ahead, but all were easily slain. When we finally made it, we loaded up the fuel into the tank and prepped it for launch. We broke free and started off for France. As the helo was running low on fuel we saw a number of warships below. We set down on an American Aircraft Carrier the USS George Romero in the Channel on maneuvers. I immediately said "You... must... nuke England! Millions... of zombies! Millions! Do it! No... other survivors!"
"Okay, okay! We'll do it! But you need rest. Bunks are second on the left, end of the corridor." The Captain hastily replied. Then he said into a microphone, "Commodore Sergeant Stevens, call the Admiral advise the Joint Chiefs to level England."
EPILOGUE: TWO YEAR LATER
All the zombies were wiped out and England rebuilt. We never found out what called the damned back to this world, but whatever it was, I hope it never comes back. I am now 46 years old, an employee in Ryan's Shoe Store, saying "Welcome to Ryan's Shoe Store, your shoe's untied! How may I help you?". In the end, everything turned out well, except for a 2,578,902,174 death toll for 2 years ago.
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