How To Kill A Zombie

The Everyday Routine

Welp, I took the cat. I mean, I've been lonely for over 2 years now and I'm pretty sure I'm close to insanity. So a friend to talk to and come home to is nice. So, I needed a name for him. He was white with a caramel-ish blob of fur oh his side, belly, and half of his face. "You kinda look like a piece of butterscotch.." I told the tiny kitten while I scratched the back of its ear.

"That's it! Butterscotch." the kitty seemed to be completely oblivious of the stub of a tail and the missing half of the ear he has. "Ouch...." I take one of my emergency clothes and slowly wrap his bleeding tail. Immediately, he flinches and yeouls in pain. I try to calm it down. "C'mon buddy.... it'll only hurt for a little.." I get the shirt securely strapped around his tail, but the ear is still spouting out blood like a waterfall. "You'll be alright with the ear, right butters?" the cat seems to react with a small nod, though it probably was just a coincidence.

After the cat finally falls asleep, I lay myself down on the tarp. "Ugh. Cats are hard." I slowly drop my head down to the left to take a quick nap, but I immediately see the loss of food we have in the pile. "Butterscotch...." he must've ate it while I was in the bathroom. So, I guess I'll need to go get more. "Back to the morning routine I guess."

Welp. Here we go. Scavenge scavange scavenge, come back to eat. I found a beer bottle that wasn't opened, which was amazing. I know I'm underage, but it's still a liquid that quenches thirst pretty well. So, when the end of the day comes, I take my little pile of new salvage, put them in their places, and lie down on my broken bean bag chair.

"Butters! Cm'ere boy!" And then I realize it. "I haven't really figured out if you are a boy yet, haven't I........" Completing my statement, I slowly pick up the little feline and raise it above my head. "Ok. Girl. Got it. " I put her down on my lap and lie my head back. My eyes start to get heavier and heavier, as if tiny bags of sand are being dropped onto my eyelids. They finally shut, and I'm instantly out.

Lemme just set down the rules for surviving a zombie apocalypse.

1. Be ready at all times.

2. Bring a weapon everywhere.

3. Never relax. Ever. And I mean ever.

And as you can see, I violated rule 2 and 3. My knife was in the kitchen, I left the door unblocked, and I'm dead ass knocked out. Yep, lets just say I didn't give myself a good surviving chance at that moment. And how'd I know? well, when you hear your door break down and the sound of rotten gums clacking together, that doesn't exactly mean your safe. At all.

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-Alex0789