I Am Zombie Bait

Chapter 5

I often found myself asking odd question during a zombie apocalypse. Like why would a bowling alley keep a shotgun under their counter? Or where did those cats find a pancake at? Or even how do you get a van on top of a donut shop like that? There are a lot of bizarre things to see at the end of the world. Came with the territory I suppose. It was almost unavoidable. It almost became a daily thing. Today's question was what series of events had to occur for there to be a naked zombie wandering around a grocery store?

I was standing in said grocery store watching this zom, completely naked, poking around a rotten fruit display. Sadly all of his... parts were still there too, just flapping in the wind. I kinda watched him for a bit as he looked around. I didn't really feel threatened by him to be honest. Maybe it was because he over exposed himself. I regretted that thought, the end of the world is no place for puns.

For being so relentless in hunting down humans, zoms could be impressively oblivious to their presence. I walked right up to him while his back was turned and he didn't notice me. In his defense, he didn't seem to have been the smartest person when he was alive, so I suppose I shouldn't expect anymore from him now that he was undead. I lifted up my bat, and my eyes, and made a short whistle noise. As he swung his head around, I swung the bat. He fell down and I was quick about finishing the job. Smashing in skulls was becoming less disturbing for me, which disturbed me deeply. Not easy to keep ahold of your humanity in the apocalypse.

I hadn't expected to find much in the grocery store, and I'd been right. The place had been cleared out. Except for a few salt licks and a cumin shaker, there really wasn't anything else. I eyed the rotten fruit and vegetables on display thinking about grabbing them. But I changed my mind. I wasn't that hungry, yet.

It had been a few hours since I found my new coats and I had been exploring for a place to stay and, if I was lucky, something to eat. I wasn't lucky. I'd been through a few places at that point and I'd come up empty. Apparently people ate everything they could find at the end of the world. Go figure. I'd run into a few zoms on my way, but it hadn't been anything I couldn't handle. And so far none of it had been worth it. Maybe breaking into apartments would yield better stuff. Hard to say. I'd go for a vending machine at this point. But above all else, I needed to find a place to stay. And I didn't mean for the night, I meant long term.

So here's where I was coming from. If I found a good location that I could reinforce and make safe then I had a great place to start. From there, I could clear zoms out of my area making it safer. Sure, I might run short on supplies, but those won't last forever anyway. If my failed search for food wasn't evidence enough of that, I didn't know what was. I could start planting, gathering, whatever else kind of crap to help me survive.

To be honest, I think a part of me also wanted a place to call home. Somewhere I felt... safe. It probably didn't sound like a big deal, but every since my parents jumped off the bridge, I hadn't felt safe once. After so long, that kind of thing gets to you.

So I continued my search. The wind was still blowing hard and the snow still falling in great layers on the ground. It made large mounds of deep snow I had to navigate my way around, which made walking harder. The good thing was that it made it so much easier to avoid the zoms. It had gotten so deep that it was almost impossible for them to move around. Even if they saw me as long as I kept moving, they couldn't touch me. Which meant I could go where ever I wanted and be safe. It was this cockiness that led to me being trapped.

I was making my way to a crossroads with a few zoms behind me. I wasn't worried about them because remember, cocky. Anyway, the zoms were screaming and yelling so much that I almost missed the sound of more zoms screaming and yelling. I squinted my eyes to see through the falling snow. At the other end of the street were three zoms, all making their way toward me. No big deal, I just had to go down another street. Except the street I went to go down was a dead end. Literally. Okay, still not as bad as it could be, there was still one street left. I'd go that way and be fine. Surprise surprise, there were four zoms down that street, all heading straight to me. So now I had a choice, did I try to fight one of the groups of zoms to get away? Or did I go to the dead end and wait for them to come eat me? When you think about it that way, the answer seemed obvious.