Zombies Day 30 (Cont.)

God he looks like tool, Steven couldn’t help to think to himself. 

It seemed Kyle and his family had taken some ideas from Road Warrior and Dog The Bounty Hunter, concerning their style and vehicles.  He had slowly made his way to behind the group watching them the whole way.  He saw the collection of trucks and one old Monte Carlo parked in the lot around the hedge.  Kyle had his foot on the bumper the the old Chevy car still arguing with who Steven recognized as Kyles Uncle Joe.

“Joe I am going in now, we both know we need any ammo or weapons still in there and I don’t want to be out after dark”

“We can’t be sure it’s safe Kyle shit they are still moving around the place, and I aint heard a shot in at least five minutes.”  What about survirors, they could be out of ammo and just waiting to die in there, we have to do something.”  “Nephew I aint gotta do a da…”

“Joe Savage, you might not want to finish your words unless you want to get them knocked out of your mouth”  Steven smiled at the voice and looked at the lady getting out of the Monte Carlo. 

At 75 Happy Savage had led a long and happy life, she had raised kids, grandkids and some that didn’t even belong to the family.  Just pulling out of a rough bout with cancer when the zombies started ravaging the world.  She decided that if she could kick cancers ass a few zombies wasn’t going to screw up her life.  She didn’t hide away, she said lets get these fuckers.  Standing at five-foot-five inches she looked tiny next to the assault rifle she was holding.  “Now, we are going in there, and if there are people alive we are going to help them if they want it, and we take any weapons or food.”  She put on her sunglasses, her grey hair shining under the Texas sun.  “Lets go”

Steven watched them spread out around the hedge putting items between themselves and the others left surrounding the shop.  Without a word spoken between them every member of the group took aim.  Again he found himself holding his breath way too long, he jumped at the first crack of gunfire as granny blasted the biggest zombie in the back of the head taking another with it.  The air was full of gunfire the row of people were quickly dispatching the group of others. 

Eventually the idiot zombies realized they were being killed and they turned en masse and rushed the family. 

No-one in the line moved, they just fired faster.

Zombies Day 30

Steven peeked around the overturned truck, watching the gunfight.  The others were still moving towards the pawn shop en masse, the few  survivors inside were still unloading on them.  Looking to the left he saw about ten people ducked down behind a small hedge.  He assumed they were scavengers.  Every couple of seconds one of them would look over the hedge to check the status of the pawn shop. 

He heard a commotion from the scavengers, even with his improved sight  he couldn't see through the hedges but there was an argument coming from their ranks.

“Dammit I am going in there, we don’t know how many could be alive.” “Boy, it doesn’t matter if there are fifty or five in there we aint moving till them dead bastards out there aint moving.”

There was a sharp curse from behind the hedge, then he saw the speaker stalk to peer around at the Pawn Shop.

If he still had to breathe to survive Steven would have been dead he had been holding it so long watching the guy stomp around and curse.  It was Kyle, the one person that he hoped could help him somehow, could understand. 

He had gotten excited at the Tyler city limits sign, he knew he was close.  Distances were hard without a car, but the few that were drivable on the road didn't have keys and he didn't relish the thought of navigating the pile ups on the small Texas roads.  Luckily his new affliction had given him some perks. 

He had made it here on foot and wasn't the least bit tired, no aches or pains.  In fact he felt pretty damn good, except for the fact that he was technically dead.  He did have some blisters and calluses on his feet and they ached a bit, but he could tell his nerves had been dulled.  He had cut and burned his hands up testing them already.

He didn’t  have to worry about breathing, though he still found himself doing it most of the time.  Except for the pain, fear, and sadness with dying and the pain with what he assumed was rigor mortis he was ok.  He almost classified himself as a vampire, except all the sun did was give him a burn.  He found that he had the speed of the Others, with more intelligence, and he could see and hear quite better, even if everything looked a little grey.  He made his way to where he though the mall was to find himself in the middle of gunfire.

His entrance into Tyler had been uneventful until now, he couldn’t believe he had made it to Kyle’s family, and hopefully they could help him. 

Zombies Day 25

He wondered how long before the world knew about his kind.

Steven walked down the flat Texas road, he looked down at his shoes and saw that they were about to fall apart. He had just gotten these weeks before in Arkansas, he had hoped they would have made it. He had at least tried to keep up some form of good appearance throughout this whole ordeal. Not like the the others, he still laughed about calling them that, how many the others could there be in pop culture, now there really were others and they sucked.

He knew people didn't realize his kind existed, not that it really mattered anyway. He was still hungry, still had to eat and that was the problem. Oh he wasn't running around without abandon like the others, but he still needed to eat. It was best not to think about that now.

He wasn't sure why he was going there, true he had lived in that small town for most of his formidable years, but Arkansas was home, why Texas. He knew the answer, it was the same every time. Kyle was all he had left. His best friend, his brother in all ways but blood, his family was either dead or others, his last contact with Kyle in the ordeal was that he had made to his family's house and they were barricading up.

He had hoped he could make it, be safe but he doesn't know whats going to happen now. He didn't count on being a Zombie when he got there.

Maybe I am Skeered

Ok, this blog thing has got me messed up in the head. First off I know no-one's reading this (well except you Matt). Secondly I realize that most people don't care anyway. It's liberating a bit to write a blog, I think I could get used to it if I only had more time.

Now to the skeered part. I have yet to post any of my actual story writing. I think I know why I haven't, but I am not quite 100% sure. See I am a pre-writer, a procrastinator, and a re-writer. This is the primary reason I have never completed a novel. I have a short story or two, but I still can't help going back to them every few months and completely changing them. I love the idea of freedom that blogging my writing can give me, I can write it and let it go out into the world. I am becoming the overbearing, protective mother with my writing.

To put it up here and that's it, it's out is actually very frightening for me. I am going to do it soon, but I may have a few more just random thoughts and ideas posts too.

More Exposition, and a Warning

Ok I just wanted to warn people that the first group of posts are probably going to come pretty fast.  I have written quite a bit already on legal pads while in the hospital.  Once I get everything rolling I hope to generally try to post at least something once a day. 

Warning – My writing is generally rated PG, though I do tend to drift into PG-13 or even R territory with the violence.  Hopefully nothing I do would be seen as too gratuitous, but I do like to gore it up a bit sometimes.  Language use is again hopefully semi-realistic, most people in our world do curse when under duress, and I love to put characters under duress.

Another Blog, Another Day

This blog is, in a way a companion to my friend Matt’s Blog,  Matt's Book Blog.   We have both always liked writing, and discussing stories and ideas back and forth. 

Recently we got to hang out and started discussing the upcoming inevitable zombie apocalypse.  After parting ways I wound up the in Hospital, with Satan’s pneumonia, for three days.  During these lurid, boring, drug induced days I started working on a zombie story. At the same time, and without my knowledge Matt was working on a Zombie story as well.

I decided to start this to work on the story and post some just to finally get my writing out there somewhere.  It will probably be a continuing storyline for now, but there is lots of room to expand.