Short Stories

Zombwie Part 1

 The zombie apocalypse. It had basically been a joke since it was invented. It's not a joke anymore, people are dying, they're dead, or undead. I had survived the initial surge of them that killed many. I was in a high school class so we were a tad more protected than others. But now it was about a year since the initial event. I was with a group of three others. Survivors I had found on some of my food excursions. There was Tommy, he was the hot-headedness to my chill. I keep him censored when necessary. We came from the same high school. Then Lisa, the brains. She made sure we didn't make any rash decisions, keeps us alive when Tommy and I would goof around. She was like our nice little mother. Finally was Jumin, he is older than the rest of us, probably mid to late twenties, more the strict dad type. He taught us to fight and helped us through unfamiliar situations and places. We were a family, Tommy, Lisa, Jumin, and I.

So yeah that was the group, and as far as we knew we were the only ones left.

"Hey, hey," Tommy said coming up behind me as I watched from the roof of our current hideout, "You want to come inside, I can swap with you."

"Nah, I'm good,"

Tommy sat next to me looking out on the horizon, "You sure? I don't want you passing out up here and getting a cold or something,"

I sigh, "Yeah I think I'll just stay out tonight, not feeling very sleepy,"

There's a moment of silence Tommy takes a breath, "Can you play me something?"

I nod. I undo the strap of my sword across my back laying that off to the side. Then I pull off the violin case that was also strapped on my back with a red ribbon we found. I take it out of the case and tighten the bow. I plick through the open notes making sure that they sound right. One string is slightly off but I decide it's close enough. I pull up the instrument and start playing a slow song. It was one I had learned as a child. A slow rolling song with lots of openings for emotion and vibrato. Finally, I reached the ending of the song.

"Thanks," Tommy says after I finish, "I needed that."

"Yeah, no prob bob. What's up?" I ask packing my violin back up and slinging it over my back.

"Things have just been so hectic lately. I think I just needed some calmness," Tommy starts getting up, "well I suppose I should leave you to your watching work job thing."

"M'kay sleep well Tom," I call as he walks off. Just then I see something in the distance, a small group of lights moving through the fog laying over the night, "Wait, Tom," I call out.

This is serious.