Love and the Undead (gxg)

No Taco Bells Here

I startle awake, drenched in sweat. Gasping for breath I automatically reach for my knife as I glance frantically around trying to slow my heartbeat. I sigh, now fully awake and realizing it was only a nightmare. I reach up and push aside the log I had haphazardly thrown over myself last night, and see that the sky is such a dark blue it cant be past 4:00 am.

"Well, I guess I'm getting up early. Again." I mumble to myself.

I look around to further familiarize myself with this hole I had jumped into during the storm last night. It was very tight, barely enough room for my 2 bags, my skateboard, and myself. Usually I look for a better spot to sleep, but it was getting late and the rain was falling hard enough to make it hard to see. I didnt want to get caught by one of the infected just because I was being picky over a shelter. I sigh, sit up, and push away my makeshift roof. Climbing out of my hole, I look around. I'm on the edge of a yard with a rather large house in the middle of it. The house is nice, though looking a bit old and desolate. As if no one had been there in weeks. Well, not too surprising. I think to myself. Just about everybody is dead. I search the yard and as much as I can see of the long winding driveway for any infected, seeing none. I must have walked off of the road at some point last night, because I am quite a ways away from it by the looks of all the trees around me. I reach down, grabbing my bags. One is an Adidas gym bag with my less important items in it, such as my weed stash and my lighters, my cigarettes and my small amount of clothes and a book. The second is definitely more practical. It's a heavy duty back pack that I found in an abandoned Bass Pro Shops. It has a total of 7 pockets in it, holding my more valuable things. In the large pocket I have several bottles of water, a rolled up tarp, and my largest knife. This knife is one of my favorites, as the end of the blade is smooth, but about half way down it turns serrated so that it can be used to slice and saw things which is extremely helpful. In the next pocket, the second to biggest one, I have 3 packets of beef jerky that I had luckily chanced upon yesterday morning rummaging through a gas station. As if remembering them, my stomach growls noisily. There's never much food to eat now, since your nearest Taco Bell is crowded with undead 16 year olds and middle aged men who shouldve had a much better career that late in life. As a result I am lean and muscular, having had to work hard to survive as long as I have. When other survivors see a girl walking alone, they think it'll be easy to rob me of my things, so I have to be strong so that I can fight them off. Out of one of the many side pockets I pull out my pistol, and check to see if the clip is full. Seeing that it is, I am satisfied and I put the silencer on before tucking the gun into my waistband. I already feel much more confident feeling it's familiar weight settle just to the inside of my hip bone. I have a lot of excess amo in my bag, but I use it sparingly. I try to use a knife most of the time to conserve bullets, and only pull out my gun in an emergency. Setting that bag down, I grab my Adidas bag and pull out my current pack of cigarrettes. I tuck them, as well as my Zippo in my back pocket and put the straps of the bag over my shoulders letting it settle on my lower back. Then I grab the larger bag and put it on over the Adidas bag. leaning down I pull up my skateboard and slip it between the two bags, making sure it's not going to fall if I have to run. Crouching, I pull out a cigarette and light it, stuffing my lighter back in my pocket. Grabbing my knife from where I left it on the ground, I draw shapes in the dirt while I puff on my cigarrette. I need to figure out exactly where I am so that I can see how far I am from Creedance, the town that I'm headed to. I intend to find my uncle's old house from when I was little, before he moved. I remember it being secluded and pretty big, surrounded by woods and a big privacy fence. I figure as long as I'm trying to survive on this damned planet thats my best shot. I stand up, and start walking towards the house. I listen very carefully for movement, head cocked to the side as I make my way to the door. There is definitely something inside. I jiggle the door knob and it opens easily, making a creaking noise. I peek in the door and see a classic looking living room. I hear a crash and then a shatter from upstairs, followed by the unmistakable moan of the undead. Gripping my knife harder, I ease into the room trying to be quiet. I can hear the sounds of more than one set of shuffling undead feet. It sounds like probably 5 of the monsters at least. I could just leave, but I have to admit I'm curious to see what has so many infected congregated in one place. Coming to the stairs, I have an idea. I'll make tons of noise down here, and then kill them one at a time as they come down the stairs. Looking around, I see a large vase so I pick it up and heave it at the wall right next to the stairs as hard as I can. I keep thumping around making noise until I hear the Infected moving away from whatever they were occupied with. I grip my knife harder, and step back around the corner to wait. Suddenly, one of the infected stumbles down the stairs and out in front of me. Acting quickly, I reach out, grab it's shoulder to spin it around and plunge my knife straight into the side of its head. I yank my knife out as the thing goes limp and falls to the floor. I'm full of energy now, and I can hear more of the monsters coming. I take one more puff of my cigarette before I flick it away. I turn around, and see 3 of them making their way down the stairs now. They are completely unrecognizable as past humans. Theyre covered in festering sores and blisters, and they are missing chunks of flesh from their bodies. The smell of rotting meat wafts over me, and I almost gag. Wasting no time, I jump forward and up 2 steps to the first of the infected, grab it by its throat, and stab my knife through its eye. 2 down, 2 to go. The next infected unexpectedly lunges at me, so I side step and use its own momentum to throw it down the stairs, where it remains laying. I stab the remaining monster in the throat and then turn around quickly to see the infected that had been on the ground getting to its feet. Stepping forward, I stomp down on its leg, and hear the snap of bones breaking. When it falls back to the floor I stab it through the temple, before stopping to catch my breath and check out the carnage. Well, I had bettercheck out upstairs. I creep up and around the corner and there's a closet immediately in front of me with claw marks all over it. Whatever the infected were after is sure to be in this closet. Hesitating, I reach forward and I can hear whimpering of some kind coming from the other side of the door. I open the door fast, knife ready and immediately something slams into me, knocking me to the ground.

What the fuck?

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Much love,
Me