My eyes scan over everything.
I walk in and set the note book down, then write down everything I see:
Faraday cage.
Metal baton.
Water purifying straw.
A military bag.
Flare gun, with extra rounds.
Binoculars.
50 Military grade MRE's.
Night vision goggles.
A lock pick gun.
Grabbing the bag, I then load up the supplies.
"Ok, so he has a faraday cage. Let's see what's in here."
I think to myself, then it hits me.. I haven't tried the radio.
Pulling it out I try turning it on, nothing.... I try again... Nothing.
"Fuck, it's dead. I should've realized the EMP would fry it."
I walk up the the faraday cage, then look around and see that the walls have metal wire on them. Upon closer inspection, I see that it's layered and on every wall in here....
"Wow, this guy was really ready for an EMP."
I step up a smaller version of the faraday cage, but it still takes up half the shed....
So, I open the door. Stepping inside, I see ammo on tables, gallons of water, and another faraday cage in the middle of the room. Walking up to the cage, I open it and see two radios. I pick one of them up and click the on switch, then I hear static.
"Hell yes."
I think to myself as I put both radios in my bag, then grab the batteries behind them. Looking around I grab some boxes of ammo, before slinging the bag over my shoulder and stepping out.....
Looking around the front area I see nothing of significance, so I clip the mask on and unsling my rifle. Slowly opening the door, I see that nothing's outside. I step out into the yard, then scan the balcony with my rifle.....
Nothing.
So, I walk back to the door I came in, then open it and step inside. The door shuts as I hear the first moan, before realizing what's happened I hear a inhuman screech.....
Turning just as the first zombie runs at me, my hands raise the rifle and fire one shot into it's brain. That's when I see what's behind it.....
The horde.
There's atleast sixty zombies already inside, and that's just how many have made it in. The others realize I'm ten feet away, that's when they attack.
I put the island between myself and the other zombies, then start firing off shots.....
I manage to take down atleast fifteen, before I realize more are coming. I look around and on the other side of the island, there's a gap in the wall. It shows the hallway that leads directly to the garage, then the gun clicks....
No more bullets in the magazine. I hit the release and hear the used mag hit the floor, then grab one from my belt and slam it in. I take the military bag and throw it through, then the backpack follow.....
One lunges over the island, my aim adjusts and my finger squeezes the trigger. Dead.
I keep firing, then hear that click....
Seeing that there's no time to reload, I pull out the pistol and shoot one as it turn lunges.
I run and fire once more at one coming towards me, then I jump through the hole and hit the floor with a thud. Not letting the pain affect me, I stand up and grab the bags. Throwing one on each shoulder, then running towards the garage door and sliding in.....
I slam the door shut and lock it as the first zombies appear, then I run to the car. Throwing open the backdoor, before tossing both bags in. I open the driver's door as the first of them break through, then just as I'm about to close the door.
One of their heads gets jammed in it, the things fighting because it can't feel pain.
I put the pistol to it's head and pull the trigger, then I start the car and slam down the accelerator...
Bursting out of the garage, then speeding up and taking the street's corner. Before I turned I took one last look, then saw how the zombies had gotten in...... Someone had kicked in the door, and busted open some windows....
"FUUUCK."
I yell as I pull out of Oakwood and head back towards Trey's.
I keep a tight hold on the pistol, as my eyes scan everything.
Pulling into Trey's driveway, he walks outside and tries to talk.
"Trey, shut up. We can't talk. Help me get all this shit it, then I'll explain."
He looks at me and nods, before popping the trunk and we start carrying everything in. Once it's done we sit inside at his kitchen table.
"So, what now?"
He asks and looks at me.
"Now....... I think about how raid Walmart for supplies....."
Looking back, still covered in blood.
He nods, then we sit there and watch as the undead stumble by....
YOU ARE READING
The Alpha Omega.
AksiThis is my version of the apocalypse. I didn't write this so I can become famous or so anyone will like me more. I wrote those, because it's the story I wanted to write. If you don't like it, don't read it.
