Alone. That may not be the first word that comes to one's mind when they think of the apocalypse. It soon becomes a paralysing reality. Funny thing is, we always thought it would come from the machines, the grim sci-fi realities that we all know and love. Like The Matrix or Terminator. But those stories always have heroes who stand up to the machines. For example Neo or John Connor. There are no heroes in this one. None. Just me and my brother. Until I did it. The unspeakable. But I'm getting off topic so back to how the world came crashing around our ears. Me, Mark and my bro, Liam, members of New York's finest. It honestly started In late summer of 2014. We thought it was the best as we were free from our jobs as NYPD officers for two whole weeks. Our boss is nice that way. We were set for playing our video games on PC like COD, Minecraft and Dota 2. We owned a YouTube channel with 15,000 subscribers where we posted gaming. After a long and stressful two matches of COD Zombies we laid down and slept - after brushing our teeth, of course. Little did we know what an apt metaphor our recent game was. We were jarred into reality by a sudden hissing sound like a million snakes had all gotten P.Oed at the same time. What we couldn't understand was where it was coming from. Later we would understand that it was the vents, but our inspection was cut short by a loud and repulsive sound from the next room. A low, guttural growl mixed with a gagging noise.
Pistols out, mine a standard Glock 18 with his a customized Sig Sauer with ROF increase mods. They don't call him the best arms expert in the NYPD just for shooting a gun into the air. We advanced into our parents' room and were greeted by something that would make even Chuck Norris take a dump in his pants.
in my defence, all I can say is that it was unexpected and I had my safety off. But still, what I did has no excuse. Some of you may have guessed it but some either are too slow(statement of fact here!) or like to follow the plot. For the latter people, I saw a weird rotting human corpse moving about wearing my mother's finest clothes and having a thick shock of black hair. It took me a second to realise that this was my mother. Reflexes, gosh darn you. My marksmanship was sadly on point.
A clean headshot. The no-longer-undead but just-plain-dead corpse of my mother crumpled to the ground.
My father. He too, was formerly undead but now just plain dead. Liam's Sig had taken care of that. ever practical, he said,"More will come. If we stay here, we better start writing down those excuses for Saint Peter." We grabbed our primary trio of a Remington shotgun, an WM-724 bolt-action rifle and a sub-machine gun. A Magpul FMG-9. And our trusty pistols. We had pretty much about 30 pounds worth of ammo. Yes. We carry that much. I took army training to work on it. Melodramatic as it may seem, we slipped out in the waxing rays of the sun.
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Animalistic
Science Fiction25-year-old Mark has done some unspeakable things and he has escaped them by giving into his animal side. When he finds the first signs of human habitation in his zombie-infested world, will his human conscience finally win its revolution?
