BETTER SAFE THAN ZOMBIE

1| The Zombie-killer

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SOME HUMANS WOULD DO ANYTHING TO SEE IF IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DO IT. IF YOU PUT A LARGE SWITCH IN SOME CAVE SOMEWHERE, WITH A SIGN ON IT SAYING 'END-OF-THE-WORLD SWITCH. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH', THE PAINT WOULDN'T EVEN HAVE TIME TO DRY.

-TERRY PRATCHETT

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Az was growling.

I woke up, instantly alert. I threw off my bed sheets and exposed the weapons underneath it.

Okay, don't worry. I know.

A seventeen year old girl sleeping together with a wolfish dog, an axe, a hammer, five daggers, a shotgun, and two grenades is highly abnormal. I mean, it's not like they're great pillows or anything. I nearly stubbed my toe on the hammer when I went to sleep. So I know how highly dangerous this is. You don't know how it feels like to wake up and see the sharp edge of an axe staring at you.

But it's a tad better than waking up and seeing two dead eyes of a zombie staring at you. 

And believe me, I'm talking from experience.

I suggest you don't try it though.

I quickly dressed, sheathing the daggers on my belt that looped around my waist. The shotgun went slinging on my shoulders, and the grenades and the hammer went to my backpack that rested on the foot of the bed. The axe was grabbed by my hands, and the wolfish dog went to my side. 

All in all? I was ready to take on some zombies.

Although it would be nice if someone was video-taping me. Who knows? Maybe the future generation would discover my video and announce to the world at large the awesomeness of Hazel Williams, zombie-killer extraordinaire. I could be a national hero or something.

Hey, it could happen.

Slowly, I went down the abandoned house, stopping in calculated minutes before proceeding again. The house was a nice find, since it didn't seem to litter too much gore and zombie blood. Sure, there's a severed hand in the sink, but it's almost decoration. I've seen worse.

I continued my journey down, Az on my side. I could rely on Az anytime. He always has my back, and he's like a zombie alarm. If the zombie's far enough, he would just butt my hand with his head, not making any sound. If he growls, like he did before, that means zombie is near, and us silently escaping is pretty much crossed out from the list.

The stairs was a long one, and I continued down, mindful of what creaks and what don't. Now, you are probably wondering why I'm going down when I'm pretty much safe upstairs.

The thing is, people, when something's hunting you, like this zombie probably is, it is NOT a good idea to be upstairs. You'll be easily cornered, and the space is limited. Down on the ground though, you have much space to maneuver, and you can run away, or in other words, escape.

Upstairs? If you want to escape zombies, you're pretty much trapped since unless you want to jump out the window and become pancake, you really have no choice to decide which is which.

So yeah, down I go.

I was almost at the bottom of the stairs when I heard it. The zombie. Had any of you saw the movie Grudge III, you know, that movie with the killer ghosts? If you did, then you must have heard the keening sounds those ghosts made.

Well, the zombies sound like that. I don't think they make that sound consciously, though. When there's a zombie, they always make that sound. It creeps me out. Seriously. It sounds like nails raking on a chalkboard.