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Chapter 3 (v.1) - Jake the Zombie Killer

Submitted: December 21, 2011

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Submitted: December 21, 2011



Laws For Survival

Trust no one

Never sleep

if it's dead,Kill it

If it dies,Kill it

Get bit,get Dead

Grow eyes in the back of your head

Lie,steel and cheat and maybe survive

Around every corner is a motherfuckin zombie waiting to rip you apart and eat you !

AND most importantly...No matter what,how desperate the situation is.....Always

Save the last bullet for yourself !



Jake had finally discovered his true calling. He was a bona fide damn good zombie killer.


He had traveled through life going from town to town,job to job. He never lasted at any one job for very long,getting bored with his duties quickly.


Then somehow the plug was pulled on all that was considered normal came to a abrupt end.


The dead walked and the living died as all hell broke loose across the entire world.


The economy,the election,gas prices,even racism and religion become moot.....the only concern or law left was for survival.


He needed little excuse to leave his present boring job. Once it was broadcast over radio and tv that mankind was facing a huge crisis and the president had ordered martial law for the entire usa.

Either go home and lock and barricade yourself in your home or go to the nearest civil defense shelter to be transported to safe zones. jake decided he was better off on his on so he headed for a friends place in his old neighborhood.


During his travel to his friends place he tried to make sense to what little he had heard. It took him a few hours to travel to his friends place. Any time he detected signs of movement or people,alive or dead, he would take a longer route,avoiding anyone and everyone.

Finally arriving at his friends place ,he did a slow re con around the home,looking for any signs of entry by someone,or something, into the house.

Jake had already expected to find the home deserted...his friend would head for his 'hard site' in the mountains at first sign of troubles.....


Jake eased around to the back of the house,checked the area to ensure he was not seen by anyone/thing,found a concealed panel,punched in a code and quickly went to the rear door ,opened it and entered the house. He moved over to a door a few feet down the hall,opened it and felt around for another concealed switch,that once tripped would reveal another hidden this panel Jake keyed in a series of codes,setting up a security perimeter around the Jake would know if anything bigger than a small dog ventured within 20 yards of the house.

He felt much better knowing he had a secure perimeter.

He continued down the hall and entered a large kitchen,crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator,opened it and was glad to discover his friend had left him a few items to eat.


Half a box of saltines,a chunk of cheese and a quart of cold milk later,He felt much better getting some food in himself.

He finished off the quart of milk and cleaned the counter and putting remains in trash. Wondering how long it would be before he enjoyed cold milk again.

He crossed the kitchen to open another door to reveal a large walk in pantry.

moving to the back wall he reached up beside a shelve to trigger a small switch. A moment later a section of shelves swung out and a panel behind it slid back to reveal steps going down into darkness.

Stepping down onto the first step triggered a sensor causing a series of utility lights to dimly light the way down.

A dozen steps down brought him face to face to a large metal security door with a touchpad at eye level.

jake keyed in a series of numbers,hitting enter,he wondered what goodies his old pal Frankie might have left for him. The door silently swung open ,lights clicked on. Jake attention was drawn to something placed in the middle of the room. He entered the room and could see it was a white envelope propped against a small 'walkie'.

printed in large letters on the envelope he read


As he used a thumbnail to open the envelope,he looked around and was surprised to see several munition crates stacked against one wall.

From the envelope he pulled a single page of paper,every line filled with Frankie's small tight script


Jake,I hope you are lucky enough to be reading this.

The sky has fallen,my friend,the fat lady may be singing any day now.

I have gone for the hills,headed for high ground. If you got this far then fit yourself with what I left for you and find your way up to the place.

The walkie has limited reach in the hills but it helps to have.

Gear up man and get up here...come to the backdoor.

good luck



Jake turned to the crates,popped the lids on all of them and spread the contents across the floor to clearly see what he had to chose from.

One crate was filled with all c-rations. The other crates were filled with camping gear,and weaponry,knifes,guns special forces rifles even a few flash bangers and such.

Laid out before him were some excellent weapons of destruction....but he felt that something was missing. Still looking for that 'something special'...he walked over to the rear wall and and found another small panel. He slid the panel aside to reveal another keypad,another command keyed in a moment later the entire wall slid silently to the right revealing a small room ,empty,except for a speaker grille set into the back wall.

jake walked over to face the grill,chuckled and said one word "Rumplestiltskin"

another moment and the entire wall split open from the center and opened wide. Lights flickered on to reveal one crate sitting on the floor in the center of the room. jake grinned,knowing he had found his 'surprise' left for him.

He walked over to the crate and pried the top loose. Laying on top was a harness designed to fit Jake like a glove. The harness was made of a special alloy,light as a t-shirt but bulletproof to anything smaller than a 50 cal. bullet..

He shrugged into the harness and continued his inspection of the crate's contents.

He emptied the contents of the crate onto the floor.

He had:

A Hawthorne Magna jungle knife

A Hawthorne it's cousin the 'magna' the machete was forged with a titanium alloy,held a edge so well,a person could almost chop thru a 8" column of concrete.

next out of the crate was a duel pistol holder. Jake whistled when he saw the weapons held in the holster..


The weapon in the left holster was called 'the crowd killer'.

A quad barrel .18 gauge shotgun/pistol. It was a two barrel over/under weapon. A slight shift of a finger controlled the gun for single shot,double shot or all four at once.

It was the perfect weapon for tight quarter crowds.

Firing all four barrels at once could clear a path thru a crowd for several feet that a small car could drive thru..


The right hand gun was hands down his favorite weapon. A Glock 9 mil. The weapon had never been known to jam,light weight,side baffles to help control kick,the magazine was engineered to hold 24 shells.

the weapon could easily be adapted to fire other types of ammo.


Jake searched thru the boxes of ammo and was glad to also find his favorite ammo for the Glock. He loaded the glock and nine other magazines with carbonium 9 mil hollow point shells. He clicked one magazine into the Glock and put the other magazines in his vest.


Frank had left a supply of ammo much larger than he could carry so jake found a good hunters backpack in a nearby closet and loaded it with 500 rounds for the glock and 100 for the shot pistol. He also found and packed a dozen glow sticks, a metal hunters flint,a few tins of canned meat and then oh surprise, the bottom of one crate,tucked in a corner was a small cigarette sized brick of c-6 plastique,...enough to level a city block.......


It was after midnight before he was ready to travel so he decided to stay in the safety of the vault until the next morning.

He was sitting on the floor,back against the wall,studying a topo map of the areas he needed to travel thru.

He had roughly three miles of suburbs before civilization would begin to thin out. Another five to seven miles before he completely left the city

Once leaving the city he had app a 45 mile trip thru forest and woods with the terrain rising into the mountain range spanning across the western side of the state. the last ten miles would be slogging uphill on the mountain thru the woods.

He finally stretched out and got in a short nap.


The next morning he left the vault,checked the security system to ensure the house was still clear and empty. He carried his gear into the kitchen and ate a meal of cheese and crackers as he studied a topo map one more time of the area he had to travel thru....


Satisfied with his chosen route he put away the map,cleaned the kitchen...loaded his gear and moved to the security pad near the rear door,he cleared the rear door and quietly pulled it open and he quietly stepped onto the rear porch and stood there,looking and listening and 'feeling'. he decided it was as clear as he could ask for,stepped back into the house and armed the security system,just in case they ever needed to return they would know if the house was safe or not.

He closed the rear door,moved across the rear porch stepped down four steps and crossed the rear yard to a gate at the rear of the property that would exit into the alley.

He slid from the yard into the darkness of the alley and listened...running his chosen route thru his mind..he figured it would take maybe three days sneak out of the city and across country to frank's Last stand


Five and a half days later

and still a good half day away from Frank's outpost.....Jake crouched behind a large boulder and tried to see in every direction at once...nerves firing like lightning...


Five days earlier

as Jake moved down the alley to begin his journey out of the city,he really had no idea at how the world as he knew it had changed. Yea,he accepted the fact that the rules had changed...Real zombies where running around attacking people....But Jake had NO idea what was really going down


He had thought that it would take him most all day to get to the edge of the city,then he would camp the night and start across country the following morning....Yea,best laid plans and such......

Jake stopped a few feet short of leaving the darkness of the alley to just look and listen,not really expecting much of anything...thinking he was being to cautious...without thinking he turned onto the street sidewalk and ran smack dab into a person,knocking them both back and flat on the sidewalk.

Jake laid there for a moment,stunned to run into another person so quick....

Jake Laughed,raising his body up by his elbows and spoke to the






After the sobering close encounter with his first zombie,and nearly getting his ass killed,Jake began a slower travel thru the suburbs and the outskirts of the city. He eventually ended hunkered in the bedroom of a empty house at the very edge of the city. He was in a bedroom that overlooked the mile wide area he would need to cross to enter in to the woods.

He had pulled a chair over to a window so he could eat and survey the expanse to cross.

He felt like he had aged ten years in the last few days. The things he had seen were the reason for nightmares. It had taken him three days to reach a point he had though would only take a few hours.

Moving thru the city he quickly realized that the city pretty much belonged to the dead. Zombies seemed to be at every turn. A few times he had entered buildings to try and reach the roof to reconnoiter , but that was a mistake....the buildings had zombies trapped inside,eagerly awaiting any living human for them to attack. He finally spent his time going from doorway to doorway,cover to cover. Trying to keep a low profile from both living and dead.









































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