The Zombie Apocalypse 2

Chapter 10 - Wish granted

The next morning, we woke up at 8 a.m. All of us were ready for the duty. Since we knew we would not be allowed to take our weapons outside, we left them in the room, locked it, had breakfast and went to our posts at 10. There was just a teeny-meeny twist today: The turrets were down for maintenance.

We were informed about this by Lara before we went outside. She said we will have to shoot any zombies who are able to make it to the top of the boundary wall. Even though there were electrical fences on top of the wall, they had only enough current to de-capacitate zombies: our job was the finish these half-dead zombies.

So, we took our posts, similar to the previous day. The zombies came at a rate of about 3 zombies an hour, so we didn't have much difficulty in killing 24 zombies throughout our duty. Finally, the other two guys from the next shift came, and took over the job.

And hence, the turrets were down for about a week, and we killed zombies each day. Finally the turrets went up again after a week, and the job became boring again.

After spending about a month at the job, our positions were changed. We were now placed at the front gate, the main entrance to the building. We still had four other people at the entrance to the complex, so we didn't have much to do there either. We were all at one place now, and we often used to chitchat about our lives before the infection, and I was surprised to find that both Carter and Angela led a normal life before the infection. Time heals everything, but it changes everything too.

Sometimes, the people at the main entrance used to us call for assistance, and we used to be more than happy to help them deal with larger hordes of zombies that came our way.

About 3 more months passed. At last, we were again shifted: now we were at the main entrance. This job was more serious, as it required alertness: you always needed to look around for zombies. It was like search and rescue, except that you searched and executed. So, the job was more like search and execute. But at least it wasn't boring. Angela was posted inside the complex, while Carter and I were outside the gates, in a much more dangerous area.

Some more time passed. Neither of us knew how much. Time passed without warning. Day after day, week after week, month after month passed. We remained posted at the main gate for a long time. But neither of us was sure how long. It could've been two months, or it could have been three, or even a full year. We lost count of days.

Finally, at some unknown point of time, what everyone had feared happened. A full-on zombie attack. About a thousand zombies came, all at once. They were still pretty far away; we had spotted them from the scope of our standard-issue. We picked up the walkie-talkie, and informed the control room, "Zombie horde spotted. Requesting backup. Repeat, zombie horde. We need backup immediately. Do you copy?"

"Copy, Entrance. Please state approximate zombie count."

"I don't know, about 900 or 1000."

"Confirm that, please."

I looked again. Yup, there were too many of them.

"Zombie count confirmed."

"Copy that. Sending backup and supplies, over."

"Roger that."

We called Angela and the other guy from inside the gates.

"It's a full-on horde. Be prepared."

Angela and the other guy had probably been chit-chatting; Angela was laughing her head off.

"What is it, Jason? Can't you handle a few zombies yourself?"

Carter and I looked at each other.

"Check your scope," Carter said.

She did. Unfortunately, her other eye was closed. I was really tempted to see her eyes open up like saucers.

"Oh my god. Have you informed base?"

"Yup, they're sending backup and supplies. Should be here any moment."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's kill some zombies!" said Carter, enthusiastically.