The Zombies Win

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
The zombie apocalypse, a long joked about and for some, longed for event has happened. Tori, a college student, manages to survive the initial attack and is staying with an old man and a young couple. Can she survive any longer?

Submitted: July 20, 2012

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I know I’m dreaming. I can feel that the things around me aren’t real, but the terror is. I can see myself, entering my dorm, and seeing the mess. The blood, everywhere. My roommates on the floor, crouched over-top a body, too badly disfigured to recognize. It looked like she had just taken chunks out of their face with her teeth, and when she turned around and growled at me, blood on her face, flesh dangling from her mouth, there was no doubt in my mind that that’s what happened. I can see her running at me, and me falling, and now my face looks like the body she had already eaten. And that’s when I wake up. When I see my face, bite marks covering it and my own blood staining the floor. I sit up from the couch I was sleeping on, and put my head in my hands. I was still shaking. I hated this nightmare more than the rest, because it was closest to reality. I had seen my roommate tearing pieces out of some random student, but I had slammed the door and ran before she had a chance to catch me. I felt guilty. I had known the girl for three years, and wasn’t horribly fond of her, but she didn’t deserve that. I know the others felt the same sort of guilt. I glanced over at the couple of the floor. They should’ve gotten the couch, but they wanted to sleep together, and they wouldn’t both fit. They were wrapped around each other, arms cradling, legs intertwined, but neither was sleeping peacefully. I saw Jim’s lips move, mouthing words. Maggie's feet twitched, like a dog that was running in its sleep. I thought about waking them up, but I wasn’t sure of the time, and didn’t feel like making anyone else be awake any longer than they had to these days. I tried to lie down, and go back to sleep, but I couldn’t get comfortable. There was no light sneaking in from the boarded up windows though, so I figured I may as well keep trying till the old man woke us all up for chores. I loved the way he demanded things to remain a certain way, even when the dead walked and pressed themselves into the surrounding fence of his house. I rolled over, burrowing my face into a pillow.
Without realizing, I had fallen asleep again. I woke again, to find Jim and Maggie gone, but I could hear their voices in the kitchen. The old man’s voice rose up above theirs, his insistence to be heard causing them to quiet down.
“Alright! Today, we’re checking the fence. Now, I know you don’t want to go near those...things, but if you really don’t want to wake up with them breaking down the door, we’ve got to keep them out of the fence. I’ve got some leather gloves, and thick jackets you can wear while you check. Don’t want them nibbling your fingers and you turning into one of them.”
Maggie answered “Fine, but we need to scavenge soon. We’re running low.”
“On what?”
“Everything. Canned food is almost gone, the jugs are almost empty, and simple things like toothpaste aren’t a requirement, but I’d really like to get some.”
“We can do that. There’s a gas station up the road on the left, and some shopping center in the other direction. Wallmart should be over there. I didn’t really do the shopping.” He pauses. We all assumed his wife had died, and we thought it had been thanks to the zombies, but we never pressed him. Maggie wants to, she thinks he needs to talk it out, but I think if he’s still alive and helping us, he’s doing fine enough. If he wants to tell us, he will.
Maggie continued on with business. “Okay, how are we planning to get there? Your truck?”
“I’d love to, but the noise might draw a lot of them back here. I think we may have to walk. I’ve got two bikes in the shed, but then only two can go.”
“That might be best. Some people can stay here, protect the house.”
I got off the couch quickly, pulling the mess of hair I had out of my face and back into a ponytail as I walked to the kitchen, red hair tangling in my hands. “I want to go.”
“Tori, do you really think you should? You barely made it here alive.” Maggie looks concerned, but her question is infuriating.
“I can take care of myself. And I made it here just fine, thank you, no worse off than you and Jim.” Jim raises his hands, surrending. He didn’t speak much, but hand gestures and movements were frequent.
“Frank, talk some sense into her.”
The old man rubbed his chin. “She has as much right as you do to go.”
“C’mon, she’s a kid.”
I interject “I’m twenty one!”
“I say she can go. I can stay here, guard the house, and you three can go.”
“But you know the area best, we need you to go.” Maggie says, shaking her head.
“I don’t pay that much attention to anything off my land, you’ll have as much knowledge as I do. Go to the end of my street, left, gas station, right, shopping center.”
“Fine. But if she gets hurt, it’s on your head.” Maggie stomps off, and we can hear her drop down onto her ‘bed’ on the floor.
Jim stands up, stretches, and whispers “Don’t worry about her. She has the maternal urge, and wants to protect you.”
"Well, she doesn't need to."
"Just don't be too hard on her."
"I'll try."
I cross my arms and lean against the counter. The old man clears his throat.
"Maggie, come back here."
She slowly enters the room, and attaches to Jims side.
The old man nodded at me.
“Now, to the fence.”
He led me out front and offered me leather gloves and a thick coat from a pile on the front porch.
“Uugh, in this heat?
“Unless you’d like to be zombie lunch, yes.
I grumble, pulling on the winter coat. I felt heavy, and I was already starting to sweat. He pulled on his, and we walked out to the fence. He pointed me in the direction opposite his, and told me to work my way around, checking the security of the fence. There was a zombie outside the side I approached, and it appeared to watch me, clamping its mouth full of broken and missing teeth down on the chain link fence.  I ignored him, and the way he moaned as I got closer. I grabbed a hold of the fence, shaking it quickly and releasing as he inched closer. I moved over, testing again. The fence loosened in my hands, and I gasped. Three sides of a near perfect square had been cut into the fence, a small door-like entrance. The zombie approached the opening, and stuck a battered arm in, grabbing at me. I back away, and run.
“FRANK.”
He comes running, a slight limp in his step like usual, but more pronounced in his speed.
“What happened?!”
“Someone cut a hole in the fence, one of them is crawling through it, I’m sorry, I don’t have a weapon I thought it’d be best to find you!” I could barely breathe.
“Calm down, Tori.” Frank pulls a large knife from his pocket, and walks swiftly in the direction I came from. He spots the zombie crawling through the hole, and speeds up, shoving the knife through its eye socket, and pushing it out of the hole. “Who the hell could have done this? Why? What’s the point? Allow those bastards to get in and kill us?” He says angrily, turning to face me.
An unfamiliar voice speaks, “That’s the idea. We get you killed, we reinforce your house, and we live here. Seems harsh, but we only have enough supplies for our group.” A tall woman, dark brown hair pulled back in a braid that looked, in some places, more like grass and twigs and blood than hair, stepped out of the woods and towards us. A gun was at her side, and she grasped it firmly, and I could feel the threat even though it wasn’t pointed at us. Frank had spun back around at the sound of her voice, and now glared at her.
“Four people, in my house, are not your concern. Leave.”
“I have an extremely pregnant woman, a man with a broken leg, and six other people to look out for. Your four are not my concern, in that i can kill them without a care." She raises her gun, points it at Frank. I move slightly, as if to stand in front of him, and she twitches her gun at me, gesturing me to move back. I take the step back, and wait. Frank glances at me, and i can see his worry. Sweat is beading on his forehead, from more than just the heat. He focuses on her again.
"How about this..we leave. Me, my friends, leave. You can have my house if you let us live."
She looks startle, but quickly agrees. "Okay. I want you out by tomorrow morning. If not, I will kill anyone still here. And i wont come alone." She backs into the shadows, and runs into the woods. Frank sits down in the dirt, and rubs his eyes.
"Go tell the others. Tell them to pack anything they cant live without, but keep it small. And do it fast. I don't want to chance anything with this other group." I walk back to the house, slower than i know Frank would like, but he doesn't say anything. I'm just...stunned. A woman with a gun pushes us back out into the world. And then I decide I'm angry. I pick up the pace and when i reach the house, I pass the living room, and go down to the basement. I dig around, pull a blanket up, and uncover the small chest Frank keeps his simple guns in. What looked like a six shooter, and some type of pistol...I really wasn't great with guns. But he had given each of us a small turn firing them, aiming and shooting, to give us a feel in case something happened. Something had indeed happened. I left the house with the guns, and went into the woods. I left from the other side of the fence, the farthest point from where i could still see Frank sitting. I walked around to the side she came from, and went deeper. I kept walking, slowly, trying to be silent in case she and her group were close. After a short while, i saw her. I dropped down low, and watched. She was alone. There was no group, what the hell was she doing? Damning four people to the zombies, when we probably would've helped her? She has no idea what to do. That's it. I heard a shuffling sound, and assuming it was me, I lied down, pressing myself to the ground as she looked into the wood at my area. But i felt something grab my ankle, and the wheeze of dead things attempting to breathe, and I twisted to see a rotting corpse with a death grip on my ankle that was prepared to bite. I kicking at it, but the zombie bit down on my barely exposed ankle, and I screamed a higher pitch that I thought I was capable of reaching, the pain unbearable. I kicked out harder, and I heard the woman running towards me. I managed to free myself as she reached me.
"Why did you follow me?!"
I just cried, crawling away from the zombie. She shot it, and it lay still.
"Now, why did you follow me?"
"You ...were pushing us...out." I struggled to say. "And you don't even have anyone." She noticed my bloody pants leg, the trail from the zombies mouth to me.
"You were bitten."
"Yes."
"Look...I'm sorry. But I look out for myself." She takes aim, this time at me. "And the one bite that's going to turn you into one of them, just shortened your death sentence."
"Wait! Please let them stay. I couldn't have done this for nothing. Please." The bite stung, and my leg was starting to sting as well.
"I look out for myself..." She's more hesitant this time. I hold tight to the gun in my hand, knuckles white. The pain was spreading up to my leg, like some sort of poison pumping its way through me. I had to deal with this quickly. I subtly angle my gun upward, pointing at her head, and beg.
"You can go meet them, tell them what happened to me, even bring them back to see my corpse, just keep them safe!" She looks away, back at the direction i came from, and her hand on her gun loosens.
"Hey bitch." "I turn over on my back, clenched my teeth as the pain ran through my leg, and aim and fire at her head. She turns to see me, and a short look of surprise and fear are seen before the bullet hits her skull. The shot is loud, and bits of her head splatter to the ground, followed by the rest of her. I close my eyes. I saved them, for now. That was all that mattered. The burning had hit my waist now, and i struggled not to cry out. Fuck this. I placed the gun in my mouth, and the burning increased. I couldn't hear, I could barely see. Then the moans started, deafening, and i felt them all around me, what I was supposed to become, and I screamed. I couldn't hear my own scream, just felt it squeezing my lungs and the hot air passing the hand still leaning the gun into my mouth. This had to end. The burning coated me. I pressed on the trigger, as their dug their hands into me.


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