It's the Z-Life

I think the last thing I remember of the beginning of the apocalypse was how terrified everyone was. There was death everywhere. I was at work when the United Nations decided an International Alert…

                       

                        “We warm everyone to gather your families and stay inside. I repeat, stay inside. If you are to come in contact with this creature, try to decapitate it. Do NOT get bit.” The reporter’s voice was so pain stricken and terrified. The room fell silent as a score of heads were faced at the flat screen above their bodies in the top corner of the bar.

 “Looks like the apocalypse had finally dawned on us.” I shook my head and wiped down the table. I laughed silently. My boss, Tony, had glared at me.

“How could you possibly be laughing at this, Coney?” Tony’s remark made me snicker.

“Because we all knew it was going to happen. 2012 was just the first sign of it. Man; bare-ass naked; continues to devour another man’s face as the police arrive on the scene. Releasing several bullets into his body, the police cannot kill him.” I wave my hands and take a sip of my Cape Cod. I looked up at the T.V and saw some footage of a wall of the so called –creatures – racing through the streets of New York City. Everyone in the bar had freaked out and ran away to their homes. What pussies we got in this world.

 

            “Hey! What are you doing here? Friend? Or foe?!” I heard someone shout as I shot my head to the right; and saw a guy; with blonde hair and a bloody face. He was aiming a shot gun at me.

            “I’m not too sure what people consider me as these days. But, I’m out looking for shelter. I can bet my gun that you’re lookin’ for some medical help.” I laughed and lowered my very own gun.

            “You alone?” He asked.

“Does it look like I got a party with me? Question is, are you alone?” I joked and looked around. I shifted my body weight and tilted my head.

            “Yes.” He says and lowers his gun.

“You got a name, big boy?” I asked.

            “Jake.” He snickered and rolled his eyes. He made a signal to shut up when he heard bristling in the woods.

            “Calm down, Jake. It’s just a bird.” I say as I bend down and grab a good sized rock. I tossed it into the words and robin had flew off, almost hitting Jake in the face.

            “How’d you know?” Jake asked as he stepped between me and the woods.

            “The heavier the sound, the heavier the creature. Them walkers walk pretty loud when their out and active.” I said and glanced at him as he nodded and smirked.

            “How about you – Ms. Know-It-All – What’s your name?” He asked.

“It’s surely not Ms. Know-It-All. My name is...” I paused and thought. “I’ve got two names. Before it was Elizabeth. Until the U.N decided to keep me securitized; they changed everything about me; my Identity and name and others. My name right now is Coney.”

Jake nodded and flinched at a sharp pain, from what I am guessing.

“Listen, if you’ve got shelter; please let me stick with you, I can help you.” I said with the most re-assuring voice I’ve ever had.