Hey, I know I should be working on Schooled and God Have Mercy but the plot bunnies attacked me today and I had to type this one out. I'm hoping to break 1000 words and then never look back at short chapters again.

So enjoy some fleshy, gory, Bloodbaths.


Panting, we hugged the wall of the apartment building that served as our psuedo home for the past two weeks. The gnawing munching sound echoed from around the corner, I braved a glance. The bloated, rotting skin that hung off in chunks had maggots wiggling in delight, as the dead eyes monster feasted away on the body of a woman maybe in her mid 30s.

Hard to tell anymore, what with the zombie apocalypse happening.

My partner put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me away from the sight. He jerked his head in the direction of a shopping center. Yeah I forgot we needed supplies, now that the apartments were overrun with the zombies.

I guess a better approach to the situation would to be to back track to about 6 months ago, in some city on Earth.


Name's Levi Ackerman and begrudenly I am a 29 year old lawyer in a huge Law whole business is run by Erwin Smith the "Man in charge" and also one of my best friends, though I'd die before I would tell him that.

I myself work in a cubicle like the rest of my coworkers.

It was noon and for people who work that means lunch. I made my way to the break room and made a beeline for the coffee pot. I brewed a pot and decided while I was waiting to watch the news, cause what else can you do in a bleak and boring breakroom? Nothing.

As the television flickered onto a portly Newsman with a slightly concerned face.

". . .ain the situation at hand is considered more dangerous than previously assumed. The West Village in currently under quarrantine and is heavily guarded by government appointed officals. We have our News Caster Braun on the scene with more details. Anything new to report there Braun?"

The camera switches to a man in a poncho drenched with rain that had come in about an hour or two ago.

"Well Bob as you can see from behind me, the entire Village is blocked off and no one is allowed in or out." The man stood in front of a high chainlink fence with many quarantine and hazard signs on it. The barbed wire on top is sparking slightly from rain drops and the gate is reinforced with steel bars.

"We haven't seen anyone since our arrival nor have we seen anyone behind the fence. My only guess is that they have been confined to their homes until the outbreak is under control." Braun said into a microphone.

The heavyset man continued,"Is there any news about what this outbreak is related to? Is it some new disease or a strain of flu?"

"Well Bob all I know is that there is something out there. But so far the CDC hasn't told us anything yet. We'll stand by here for any breaking news."

Bob appeared on screen again with a fine sheen of sweat breaking out across his face,"Well ladies and gentle men there you have it. It is highly advised that if you have any symptoms of sic-" Petra shut the television off.

I gave an audible groan.

"RAl! I was watching that." I ground out. She looked over at me with a sweet grin.

"No anymore~ And besides, the news is a downer anyways." I didn't have to see her to hear her pout.

I rolled my eyes and stood, wincing as my back popped.

"Damn. I'm getting to old for this." I muttered retrieving my coffee.

"You? Old? Hahahaha! This coming from the guy who jump kicked a mugger in the face just last week. Wow! That move would have made Jackie Chan proud." Her face was lit up with laughter.

I grumbled and took my coffee over to the table and leaned back, crossing my legs. Sipping my coffee I thought back at all the so called "Outbreaks" that had popped up all over the globe.

Figures, Fuck with Mother Nature and She fucks back.

I finished my coffee and before I knew it it was time to head home.

By the time I had arrived home it was well past 11. I managed to take a quick (but through) shower and brush me teeth, before falling asleep. Little did I know tomorrow would start my war for survival.


Daylight broke through the window to the right of the bed, sending a beam straight at my face. I hated morning and especially early ones. A glance at my clock showed 7:10 am. I groaned and rolled over, using the blanket as a shield against the sunlight. But as luck would have it, I was wide away and that meant coffee, shower and news.

I slid out of bed and into the bathroom to set the shower to scalding, cause nothing said good morning like searing your skin off with a loofah. As my shower ended the next matter of business was coffee. As I transitioned from bedroom to kitchen I used the controller to turn the television on as I poured coffee grounds into the machine along with hot water. The smell of coffee almost made me miss the voices ringing from the living room telly.

". . . The seriousness of this outbreak is reeling out of control. As many of you know last night the fence around West Village was trampled down my the citizens trapped inside. The contagion has now been released into society." The man Braun was it? Was on and reporting from what was left of the gate and fence surrounding West Village.

"Look! I see someone coming this way!" He gestured to a stumbling child coming towards him.

Levi held his now full cup of steaming coffee and could only think as the man tried to question the child,'I don't think that is such a good idea.'

"Kid?! How are things in there? Is everything alright? Are you ok?" His questioning went on till the child was about 5 feet from him and stopped.

"Kid?" Braun asked quietly. There was a pregnant silence as the child slowly lifted his head showing glazed dead eyes and a mouth covered in dry blood. Before the Newsman could get away the kid had struck, taking a huge chunk out of his side.

The screaming on the telly only intensified as a horde of them came gushing out attacking all in sight.

The last scene you see is an open mouth and blood as the camera drops and static takes over.

Levi is standing at the edge of the kitchen with a look of shock and terror. His cup that was once held in his hands, has now marred the floor in a mess of ceramic and coffee.

Well Fuck.


Soooooo?! Watcha think?! If i can get at least 5-10 reviews I'll continue it.