I removed the lines about all this being a flash back, it was a mistake to put it in.
I HATE ZOMBIES!
Chapter 1
"Andrew, ANDREW! Wake up!" said someone who was banging on the other side of my bedroom door.
"Hold on, hold on, I'm getting dressed," I replied groggily throwing on a t-shirt making my way to my bedroom door. I just finished pulling down my shirt when my door collapsed. My friend Jake who I share the upstairs of the building with as well as another friend, was apparently on the receiving end of a hard tackle, by some lady wearing a tank top and ankle length jeans. Without a moments hesitation I grabbed the woman by the shoulders and tugged as hard as I could. She was not budging I noticed that she was apparently trying to bite Jake but he had gotten an arm locked under her chin.
"Hit her in the head damn it, she's a blasted zombie!" snapped Jake trying to avoid the woman's mouth. Hearing the word "zombie" made something in me snap. I grabbed the aluminum baseball bat I kept at the side of my bed. I reached way back and swung with such force that the left side of the woman's face tore away. Skin, flesh and a lot of teeth flew across my room. The ladies head flopped at an inhuman angle and her body went limp.
Jake pushed the corpse off and got up. He looked at the bat I still had clenched in my and then at my face. On it I wore a grim, angry look.
"Uh dude, you okay?" he asked with a slight tremble of fear in his voice.
"Yeah, I just really hate zombies." I stated in a tone devoid of emotions, "Now tell me what happened."
He relayed the story that he was the first one up and decided to get in some early gaming. He noticed the lady through only window in the front steel door was staggering about the place and thought maybe she was hurt or more likely drunk. So he opened the auto locking door called out to her. She looked at him and charged he tried to close the door but she was too quick. So he ran and since my door was the closest he stopped there.
"You see, when I told you I was building this place zombie proof you laughed it off. Now look we are safe… mostly, because the auto lock door will keep any more of these things…" I accentuated my point by jabbing the bat into the side of the corpse, "out."
"Shut up man you told me this place was riot proof," said Jake.
"Riot proof, zombie proof, same difference," I replied.
"What happened, what's going on?" said my other friend Erin said appearing at the door wielding in her hand a fire man's axe.
Jake and I exchanged glances before replying in unison, "Zombies."
"Where!" exclaimed Erin spinning around and looking down the hall.
"Don't worry old "swing for the fences" Andrew here took care of the one I let in." answered Jake calmly taking the axe from Erin's trembling hands.
"I'm going to the roof to see what the situation looks like," I said, moving past my friends and taking the flight of stairs to the roof.
"Wait for us!" shouted Jake and Erin simultaneously.
What we saw looking out from the roof top shot a cold spear of dread through our hearts. All around us was death and destruction. People ran in fear, police and army personnel did their best but were getting overrun fires were everywhere. Above all else the annoying moans and blood curdling shrieks rose above all the other sounds.
"God, I hate zombies." I stated grimly.