Story Number One: The Miller boy and the Pink Rabbit.
Another day, another town to ''clear out''. It's been a long time since this infection thing spread, yet the zombies keep coming. I hate this job, I really do. My Daily plan?
Step one: Wake up, eat shitty rations (provided by CEDA).
Step two: Get dumped in a random town with folks who have the mugs of dead cows, smell like a toilet after a college frat party and vomit black stuff like ballerinas.
Step three: Shoot all dead cow-faced, frat party toilet-smelling ballerinas with a shotgun and steal/collect their possessions if they have any. Then again money and jewelery is as worthless as toilet paper in a zombie apocalypse.
Step four: See any normal people and bring them back to the base. Shoot any who retaliate, if they are immune and carrying they get put into quarantine with me and some others.
Step five: Eat more shitty rations, take a shit, talk to other normal people and sleep.
Rinse and Repeat.
I got recruited by CEDA a few months back just before the infection started, I only signed up just in case I got to go to a foreign country for a war, fighting in a rain forest sounded awesome at the time. But no, I had to go be the clean-up crew for humanity, kill off those who lost their morality and not supposed to ask questions. To hell with CEDA, the fuckers knew that this kinda thing was gonna happen and even when it did, all they did was sit on their asses and give low lives like me a gun.
And of course, the food taste like toothpaste made of fish. I actually sneaked an entire bag of frozen burgers back to the base one mission and got praised as a god of the apocalypse.
I had a decent life, my Ma raised me by herself with my little sister. I was the funny guy in my school, loved making people laugh and squirt milk outta their noses while doing so. I don't really know how to read, got recruited during my freshman year in high school and I simply pushed out anything that didn't involve guns or zombies. I can't even remember my name anymore, I think it's ''Miller'' or something and I'm supposed to be sixteen next year , but I ain't certain.
I got infected during the Senior Prom, I snuck in to snag some food and retrieve gossip for the girls in my year (weird how they always needed something to talk about) and got the lead of the cheer leading squad's attention.
She kept telling me that I was adorable and stroked my chin. Then for a laugh she kissed me in front of her friends, apparently it was all for a dare. Sweet deal if you asked me, until she then bit a chunk out of my face and vomited blood and black stuff on my improvised tuxedo. Fun.
I almost passed out from fear. Only me and her friends noticed what happened, the other kids ignored us and kept dancing to bad 90's pop songs. I literally stumbled out of the place while the cheerleader started screeching and pouncing at people, taking even more chunks outta them.
When I got to my street, the entire place was flooded with ambulances and police cars, I guessed that maybe there was a fire or a gas leak. Everyone was rushing into any car or form of transportation they could find, I got shoved and pushed a few times and then I passed out.
I woke up a while later in a hospital bed, at least that what it looked like until i noticed that the doctors were wearing hazmat suits like you'd see in radioactive plants. I was really tired and my mouth tasted like metal, morphine most likely. Docs said that me and my mama were sick with something, I tried asking if they had Little Sister but I got no answer from anyone.
I got hit with some bad news after my chin and left cheek healed from being a cheerleader's late night snack, Mama's condition went bad. She started vomiting when ever she ate and her hormonal system started acting up. Then mama started vomiting blood and having a craving for human with fava beans and a glass of nice chianti. She bit one of the nurses and was tied to the hospital bed next to mine, then they shot her...they shot my mama in her head. Her eyes were gone and her teeth were everywhere, I even saw her brain. Needless to say, I freaked and started crying, I wanted my mama, I wanted my sister and I wanted to know what was going on.
After an angry argument with a commanding officer I was recruited into a special group of soldiers, people who got bit and were immune to the infection like me. Most were dudes and others were young girls, I guess that the immunity is a father based gene (finally something to thank dad for) and at least repopulating won't be a problem.
I can still remember Mama's and Little Sister's faces, how Mama always made cookie dough when I got sad and my Little Sister's cuddly toy she called Rabba, a weird pink rabbit toy I won in Elementary school at a carnival stand and gave to her for her birthday. She'd wake me up by putting Rabba's nose to mine and saying
''Rabba is gonna kiss you if you don't get up.''
I was always tempted to burn that pink bastard but Little Sister treated that the damn thing was like her only friend and never let go of him.
I hope she never did.
''Cadet Miller!'' my commanding officer yelled loud enough to burst all eardrums in the room and ground the windows into dust.
''Yes sir?'' I sat up and saluted, it was almost a reflex when your in the military.
''Are you slacking off again?''
''No sir!''
''Well then go get your ass and your high heels to the jeeps! We're stopping in Savannah.''
''The terrain or the town sir? I doubt the existence of zombie cheetahs.''
''Humorous banter Cadet, try using that on zombie audience, see how many tomatoes and body parts get thrown at you on stage.''
So I got geared up along with my team mates, some other cadets who had too much time on their hands. A few of 'em are shaking in their boots, I see one or two new faces in the squadron, poor bastards are gonna get a nasty surprise. Alright here it is man, your the Captain, the Commander, the leader of the most dangerous threat to the zombie ecosystem.
You are the King of the Apocalypse Miller boy, destroy the scourge of your kingdom .
