OUTBREAK (A collection of Zombie Stories) |#Wattys2016|

ISLA PARADISO (#2)

Isla Paradiso PART #2: ON THE OPEN SEAS

The boat swayed in the open seas as the sounds of mechanized fire and great explosions reverberated from somewhere far away, but by the time they reached the boat, the background sounds of the sea had nearly died it out. The figure in the boat was passed out, dead for the world and lying under a large sheet of plastic. One of the person's hands was outside the boat, its fingers trailing the crests of the higher waves that lapped against the boat. It seemed that the end of days was near for him.

---FOUR WEEKS EARLIER---

Simon was cursing himself, his life and his life choices as he bashed the brains of a Zombie with an old crowbar. He was in the storage area of the ship and surrounded by Zombies!
As he killed more Zombies, he swore so hard that the sheer crudeness of his words would make even a sailor fall to tears, but it had absolutely no effect on the zombies.

"Stupid @&^%# #&^$n@&^&^ @*&% @*&%*%@ *^%@ little undead pieces of horseshit!" Simon exclaimed as one of the Zombies came too close, and he hooked it under the jaw with the tip of his crossbow. He ripped the crowbar upwards, tearing the Zombie's lower jaw clean off!

Simon felt Zombie blood fly onto his face as he slammed the Zombie in the head, its jaw getting embedded in its skull! He moved on from his position, jumping over and climbing over crates and netting as he smashed the skulls of the undead. As he ran to the door that would get him out of the building, part of his mind was still playing catch-up as to how he ended up here.

It had been a few days since the ship had left Brisbane and had crossed the Solomon Islands on its way to Isla Lucina, a midway point between the island-continent and Paradiso. It was mainly a supply port and a subsidiary to Paradiso, where the ship would meet up with the others, fuel up and load itself with survivors to be transported to Isla Paradiso. The rest of the survivors would be left on Lucina to work there.
However, the plan had gone south as, just a few days after they had left, The Zombie virus had taken over the ship. Simon still didn't know how it got spread; maybe someone got bit, or someone died and their brains weren't destroyed, or maybe some Zombies had snuck on the ship, he didn't know. All he knew was him in the supply area, killing Zombies. His journey there was a complete blur, but it didn't really matter. What mattered was that he needed to get off the ship as fast as possible.

He reached the door of the supply area and pried it open. He ran down the corridor, scarcely looking at the sparkling-blue sea or the brilliant, cloudless sky. He saw a figure slumped on one side of the corridor, an empty shotgun in hand. The person's head was half-destroyed and their brains smeared the wall and floor. Simon gave a sob and continued to run.

"God #$%^-ing damnit!" Simon swore, as he found himself in the middle of a large horde, with the door to a cabin right behind him. He smashed a Zombie away with his crowbar and entered the room, slamming the door behind him.

Simon leaned against the door, eyes closed, breathing fast. He scarcely got a few breaths when he heard a low growl. He opened his eyes and saw the Zombie of what once had been an old man shambling towards him! Simon yelped as he dug the crossbow deep into the Zombie's neck and thrust sideway6s, taking its entire head off!

Simon could hear he Zombies pounding against the door, their groans drowning out all other voices. He stumbled towards the Zombie's severed head, which still was biting at thin air, and brought his crowbar upon it!
WHACK!
SLAM!
THWACK!

Simon kneeled to the ground, the Zombie's head and unrecognizable mess and emptied his stomach all over the floor. He tasted bitter and felt his eyes watering. He tried to stop the heaving, but it continued for a good half minute before he finally stopped vomiting.