Few Remain, Many Lost

Chapter 4: Working condition

“Fuck” I said aloud, I had a hangover, but not just any hangover, full-bottle-less-than-one-hour-finish-jack-Daniels hangover. I got up from the floor, the fire was. I go into my “Pantry” and get out some fresh water and dog food, I heard it right then, the sound of breaking. Wood breaking.

I dropped my food and grabbed the machete, and climbed down down the ladder, seeing about fifteen Infected, I got my gun, some frozen salmon and climbed down once again.

I then throw the meat into a corner; a few of them fall for it. I then pull out my gun and shoot most of the infected who were feasting on the meat. “Six left” I thought, I then shot about two more and noticed I’m out of ammo. I throw the gun upstairs and carefully walked up to the four infected. I attack suddenly by cutting the legs off one, kicking the second one to the ground and stabbing the third in the forehead then I turn around in time to see the last one try to bite me. I then stuck my machete far enough into its mouth that I saw the blade come out the back. I turn to the one I kicked down, he’s hallway up, so I cut his head clean off. “Great, there’s blood on my carpet” I think again, then notice the last one without legs is about to bite my foot, I then stop on its head, leaving some brain matter on my boot.

After about ten minutes of taking the bodies into the back yard, I had piled them up and covered them in gasoline. I already have the lit match when I notice one of them look strangely familiar, then it hits me. It’s my high school sweetheart; James Akre. His dirty blonde hair was really dirty and most of it fell out, his nose was gone and his skin wasn’t tan, it was grey and dead. I let out one tear and threw the match on the pile, almost instantly it was lit ablaze and the smoke rose high into the sky. It was beautiful and horrible at the same time. "I need to work on my house and defenses" I thought. I remembered I had some batteries hooked up to an old iPhone4, I checked the battery, full. I unplugged it and set the music to “Repeat whole playlist” And started work as my five hundred songs started.

I said some of the band names when they came on but I didn’t know all, I knew most. “Green Day, Blink182, LInkin park, Sum 41” There were some that I knew; I just didn’t want to name off. After all my songs finished and it started to replay the set list, I looked at my work and was satisfied. I rebuilt all the wood that the infected broke, and got my backyard mostly cleaned up, except for the large black- heavily burned pile of zombies. But other than that it was good. And I said out loud and with joy; “My house is in working order!!!”

I then heard some moans; laughing to myself I then went to retrieve a couple of batteries from some local cars. and that night I slept soundly in my bed, even though I could hear the infected at my front yard moaning for no apparent reason.