There was something eerie about the way the broken neon sign hung. The gas station’s burned out letters of C, E, and Y seemed to foreshadow my fate. With the looming cloud cover of a fast approaching storm, I knew I had to seek shelter sooner rather than later. In the distance, the towering skyscrapers threatened competition against the soaring thunderheads. Keeping away from the inner city was the only option I had to stay safe. I slung my Ak47 to the front of my chest; slamming my left hand into my right and giving myself a sharp rush of pain as it hit my right hip. I winced and told myself, “Come on pussy, toughen up.”
I glanced at my surroundings; my alert, steel eyes looking around cautiously to see if any half living creature would pop out and end my life. After completing a 360-degree turn, all I saw was the burnt grass that clung to the top of the cold, heartless earth, and I turned my feet towards the abandoned building.
My dark brown boots matted with dog shit and gasoline treaded through the parking lot and avoided the liquid filled potholes. A war zone. Empty bent gasoline tanks begged for mercy on the ground laying there lifelessly. A cold wind from the north yanked at my attention as the atmosphere was changing. The pressure was dropping and this convenience store was my only luck at a safe shelter for a rapidly approaching storm.
The building was tattered and attacked. All the glass was shattered from the front door, while cracks marred the windows. I looked for any object that could cause a distraction before making my unsure entrance. I jogged back over to the tainted oil pump. As I picked up the handle of a broken nozzle, noxious gasoline spewed out from the end. I yanked as hard as I could to pull apart the nozzle from the tube. After my fifth try, I gave up. The pump wouldn’t give, and I was spending too much time dealing with it. Going in blind, risking everything, was what I had to do.
The entire building gave off a wave of deteriorating items that my nose could not pinpoint. As I walked up closer to the shattered door, my feet made a crunching sound. My eyes looked down towards the ground as I saw my rugged boots pressed into a thick layer of glass. Thankfully, the glass didn’t puncture my boots, which was pure luck after traveling hundreds of miles. I scanned the room with my rifle. Nervously breathing in and out, I kicked some glass into the store, in an attempt to lure any predators. After a few moments of waiting for safety, I proceeded into my entrance. Rule number thirty-two: always double check. I learned that from an old movie from before the end of the world.
My heartbeat began to slow its pace. No longer were my nerves and the unknown getting the better of me. I remembered that I was a fearless bitch who could conquer anything. With my pride rolling in with the thunder I felt a few sudden raindrops that fell from the open grey sky. I pulled up my big girl pants and my courage and entered the small building.
The convenience store looked too good to be true. Even though it was a complete mess, everything seemed intact. After completing my area check I made my way slowly to the back of the store to seek shelter as I kicked open both the doors to the restrooms. An uneasy feeling took over my body as I poked my gun through the crack of the left door. After a moment went by I thanked the Lord. Then after checking the men’s bathroom to the right, I went back into the woman’s restroom. The cracked toilet seat cover was coated with a thick layer of grime, but it was better than sitting on the floor that was covered in leftover fecal matter. I placed my head into my palms trying to make myself comfortable. Once my body became comfortable enough, my eyelids slowly shut as my body drifted off to sleep…
Rolling rambunctious thunder awoke me from my slumber. A leak in the ceiling sprung overhead next to my side. Cracking sounds continued striking overhead for what seemed like forever, as my impatience grew more aggravated than the thunder. As the storm finally drifted away getting up off the uncomfortable broken toilet seat was a miracle to my sleeping ass. I had to shake my butt a few times to awaken it from its short nap. I crept over to the door quietly inserting the muzzle of my gun between the door and cement wall. I waved it around and poked it more out into the hallway. The signs were clear, and it was time to get the heck out of there.
Making my way out the front door I came to my first mistake—not caring. I walked out of the doors like a jolly lad who had just won the lottery until my flowing blonde hair blocked my vision. I ran into my worst enemy. I tried getting back up and making a run for it. I scooted my ass as fast I could, removing the hair from my face. That’s when I was attacked again. My ankle was grabbed as I tried to push off and make my get away. When I looked up, a mass attack of hacking, monstrous, giant, animal like creatures, also known as zombies, were slowly making their way to my flesh. I took out the small knife I kept inside my bra strap and tried stabbing at them. I was no match for them. As I lay there, I screamed into the open sky and tried to get my legs out from the zombie’s grasp. After kicking repeatedly I got one leg freed from under the moaning creature. Just as my free leg came up into the air, I felt a snap and heard a bust. My leg was popped out of its socket and laid on top of my ass with a zombie attached. I knew I couldn’t go on anymore and that my journey had ended. The pale, dark eyed zombie felt my buns were a satisfying place to start chowing down on my hamburger body. In an instant, my body turned ice cold and shut down. I was no longer human. I was a one legged, assless, flesh-craving zombie.
