Dawn of the Dead: Life Goes On
Chapter one: When in hell….have a party.
11:32 PM North Carolina
Neil Carson cursed as he shot another of the monsters in the head, the things leaping over the weak barricade he set up in his house, his gun flashing light into the night air. The things climbed over the couch and past the mangled door, 9mm rounds tearing their skull's apart.
"SHIT!" Neil yelled as he backed up ejecting the Glock 18's empty clip and grabbing another from him pocket. Slapping it in, Neil took aim and fired as one made it over the barricade. The once human creature basically flipped over back wards as the round destroyed its brain, the body landing on the couch and remained still save for a little twitching.
A woman, her skin mottled grey glistening sickly from the light of Neil's lantern tried to pry her way through the mostly opened front door, before her left eye vanished in a splash of gore, her body falling limp.
Silence dominated the air as no more shrieks and snarls of the zombies where heard outside. Catching his breath Neil gripped the pistol tightly shaking a little now as his adrenaline left him. Collapsing against the wall of his two floor house he pulled his knees to his chest and dropped his head.
It had been two days since this all started….Two days when the dead came back to life…and just started….eating people. Neil had watched as his neighborhood died around him….his friends, rising up around him to attack everyone else and eat them.
Looking at the dead bodies, Neil winced and held tears back as most of the people lying there hand been his neighbors, one even was his childhood friend James. James lay on the couch, his fore head having a neat hole punched through it….Neil had killed him with out even thinking….
Sighing he stood up and walked over to the bodies, pulling several out of the door way and to the basement door where he tossed them down the stairs. Closing the front door and pressing the couch back up against it he grumbled looking at James "I am so sorry man…So sorry…" he pleaded to the corpse as he grabbed it with shaking hands and dragged it to the stairwell. Looking into the dark basement he sighed and rolled his body down there, looking into his friend's eyes one last time as the body went into the dark abyss.
Slamming the door shut Neil locked the dead bolt and banged his head on the door groaning. Stepping back he held the pistol and grabbed the oil lamp walking into his kitchen, setting the lamp down on the counter. His kitchen was stocked with a lot of food normally, but ever since the power went out he had to throw most the perishables down into the basement, since going outside was not an option.
Rummaging through the closet he grinned as he grabbed a small can of Chicken noodle soup and set it on the counter along with a can of Pepsi. "A meal….fit for a king." He said as he grabbed the can opener form the drawer and opened the metal can. Grabbing a fork from the drawer too, he ate the cold soup, the Pepsi left unopened.
Drinking the broth, he scraped the fork on the can to get any loose noodles out, not willing to waste a single bit. Tossing the fork into the empty sink and the can in the garbage he picked the Pepsi up and walked into the hallway again and up the stairs, carrying the lamp with him.
It took almost all his strength to walk up the stairs, the emotional impact from just…slaughtering his friends still getting to him. Neil's arms shook, the food he ate felt like it wanted to come back up, his nerves where going haywire. Making it down the hall and to his room he pushed the door open, groaning in misery as he walked in. Locking the door behind him he pushed the dresser in front of it and set the lamp on top of the dresser. Sighing he checked the guns clip and was relieved to see he still had a good amount of ammo left. Putting it in the leg holster he opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a bottle of vodka he always kept in there.
Sitting on the bed he sighed looking at random pictures of his family that sat at the bedside table, his boy sitting on his shoulders his wife beside him in one picture. Dead…all dead…and you were their reaper…Why can't I feel anything when I am killing the ones I love! He thought, seeing their dead bodies in the bottom of the basement, the image of them trying to eat him stuck in his mind.
Opening the bottle Neil laughed to himself at the irony of all this. Of all the things to end the world, nukes, chemical weapons, even a fucking asteroid, it was the undead that did it…..
Taking a gulp of the drink he shuddered as the drink burned his throat, but soon began to relax "When in hell…..have a merry fucking party…." He said as he took another drink and passed out from all his worries and drink….
Coming soon: Chapter Two: I gotta move…Now.
Note: this first chapter was short because I'm bad at introductions. It will get better though!