The best part of surviving the zombie apocalypse is that no one is better than you. Take Sam for example. He could run, jump, play sports and was the coolest guy around. One little bite and he was dumber, slower, and weaker. Yeah he had a whole bunch of zombie friends but they were just as bad as he was. Being clean from the virus is the best feeling in the world. I look in the mirror and see a medium height, faint abs, and decent build of other muscle, and I know I'm the most attractive one for miles. Damn I look good.
Now how did this start... I don't f*cking know. Okay but how does the virus work... yeah I'm drawing a blank. look, I don't know sh*t. I just take every precaution imaginable. I wear a mask, and thick clothing, bunk in a grocery store, and take medicine from the pharmacy section... oh and lots of killing. I think I'm about to do more of that too.
"Why is there plywood on the door?" I hear on the other side of the door.
I sit and wait behind a the pharmacy counter, with knives in each hand.
"I'm going to call the manager." I hear followed by the sound of a phone.
I patiently wait. Are there survivors looking for a place to bunk? Are they infected but not fully turned yet? All I know is I don't want zombies and I don't want people taking my food.
"What the f*ck is this?" I hear from the other side of the door again.
I hear kicking against the door, and finally the plywood breaks. They all walk inside and I wait behind the counter.
"Sir what are you doing?" I hear on my left.
A taller skinnier man stands there watching me clutch my knives. He's wearing a uniform. Wait what the f*ck. Is he clocking into work.
"Are you stupid? There are zombies everywhere." I say getting a grin out of him.
"Guys, I got some guy high as f*ck over here." He yells out into the store.
I hear something outside. Like feet being dragged against the floor.
"Sir leave, or we will call the cops." He says alerting what was making those sounds.
Okay remember when I said they were dumber, slower and weaker. Note how I didn't say dumb, slow and weak.
The infected mutant starts running and sprints inside the store.
"What the..." Mister tall and skinny says before I pull him to the ground.
The zombie jumps to get him but just crashes into the shelves behind where he was just standing. We both get up and start running through the aisles.
"You hear the story about the bear and the fat guy." I say changing direction on a dime.
I wait for him to answer but he's just panting behind me.
"Rude. Anyway, the whole moral of the story is that you don't need to outrun the bear. You just need to outrun the fat guy." I say setting my eyes on the manger running for the exit.
We get ahead of him and make outside. We make a sharp right and see him run towards his car. The zombie catches him and starts mauling him in the parking lot. I proceed to walk back towards the entrance with my new friend and nail the board back on the door.
"Take notes. I've been doing this a long time... since yesterday." I say going up on the store roof.
I grab a bunch of water balloons I fined with gasoline the day before and light the fuse sticking out. I throw it off the roof, and watch as the gas bursts over the zombie.
"I thought it would burn it." I say watching the unfazed zombie still mauling the poor guy.
"You have to wait for the fuse to be almost gone before throwing." He says lighting another one.
He waits and then throws it off. The balloon bursts and the gasoline lights... about 6 feet from the zombie, but he hit it to light. I throw two more to bridge the gap between the zombie and the burning gas and the zombie goes up in flames.
"Badass." I say sitting down.
"That was the most awkward kill I've ever seen." He says taking a seat next to me.
"Still a kill... still a kill." I say listening to the screeching down below.
"We Should get inside though." I say getting up.
"What's your name there?" I say going back inside.
"Seth. You?" He says wiping the gas off his hands.
"Josh... wait did you really not know about the apocalypse until just now?" I say snagging a drink out of the fridge.
"I don't think it's an apocalypse yet. I'm honestly surprised it hasn't spread more." Seth says taking his uniform vest off.
I turn and see a girl hiding under the produce. I walk right past without questioning it.
"Yeah you're probably right. Well best to get a head start, then be unprepared when it finally does spread." I say taking a sip of my drink.
I walk into the break room and show Seth all my sh*t. I got a map on the wall, baseball bat with nails, and a white board that I've turned into my to do list.
"Impressive, I know." I say grabbing a container of food from the fridge.
"Is you managers name Jake." I say reading the name on said container.
"Yeah..." Seth says confused.
"Good, I'm hungry." I say as I pry the container open.
"Acquire grocery store, acquire gasoline, acquire gun, get smarter. What is this list?" Seth says as I shovel food in my mouth.
I look at him as a chew. A minute goes by and I finally swallow.
"I thought it'd be smart to have a list. Keep myself busy, and progressively become safer." I say eating another mouthful.
I hear a click and immediately stand up and grab my knives. The door slowly opens and the girl I saw before walks through. I swallow my food and drop my knives.
"Oh it's you. Please, make yourself at home." I say pulling out a chair for her.
The traumatized girl, slowly sits down, and blankly stares off into space.
"You okay?" I say after a bit of silence.
Seth kicks me from under the table.
"I don't think she feels like talking." He says very quietly.
I reach under the table and grab a bottle of whiskey. I put it on the table and she turns to see it. I gesture for her to have some and she very timidly opens the bottle.
Crazy, it's only my second day and I already have a little crew starting to form. Sure they're both retail workers, one skinny, and the other shaken to the core, but they're family... sh*t, what about my actual family.
