The zombie world seemed unusual, a friend of mind goes through the Zombie Survival Guide as I pace back and forth in the room. It wasn't clear on how the zombies came to walking about the earth, there wasn't anything on the TV but I swear I seen this coming.
It started about a week ago, I was your average nerd. I don't fit the stereotypical nerd like other nerds though, I'm only 18 years old. I mostly wore a sweater and a regular pair of pants, I also wore glasses but they are quite thick (and bulletproof.) Unlike most nerds, I was on the track team at school.
I also have an interest on Survivalism, after feeling an uncertainty in the world. Being a young scientist in all, this incident seems to be a curiosity to me.
First they said it was just a mild hallucination drug, but it didn't take long for the military to come in and scout the neighborhood for zombies. I was quick on turning my apartment into a modified fortress, yes I'm living on my own.
With enough food and water to last for two weeks, the real concern was the zombies at the moment. After boarding up the windows and blockading the doors, me and my friend Derek managed to find the Zombie Survival Guide I bought last year. It was underneath my bed, I had no idea how it got there in the first place.
I continue to pace back and forth as Derek pinpointed potential safehouses, "You wanna go to the nearby Wal-Mart?" he asked, "It's only just a couple of kilometers away."
"No, to much people," I said as I continue to walk back and forth in the room.
"How about the mall?" he asked again.
"Even worse," I blurted out.
"Police Station?" asked Derek.
"No."
"Fire Department?"
"Nope."
"Your Grandma's house?"
"Your kidding me?"
"Yes."
"What does it say about weapons?" I asked as I sat down on the couch in our living room.
"Well first of all, what do we have?" asked Derek.
I looked around and remembered we kept a baseball bat on the side of our beds, just in case some Jocks at school come knocking on our door to give us our wedgies. "Baseball Bats," I muttered.
"The Bamboo Ones we keep at the side of our bed?" asked Derek.
"Yup."
"What else?"
I went to my bedroom and looked around, digging through my closet for any weapons that I could use. "There isn't much," I called out, "But we have a lot of glass bottles we could use for Molotov Cocktails."
"Where's the gasoline can's you bought last week?" called Derek.
"It's outside in my pickup truck." I replied.
"You wanna go get it?"
"Sure."
"You want any help?"
"If I scream, that means I need help."
"Suit yourself."
Just before gas prices rose, I managed to grab some gas cans and filled them with gasoline. There were about 4 gas cans, all tied down in the back of my truck that happens to be covered with a bed sheet. I looked outside and there it was, sitting on my truck which was in the parking lot. There was a zombie outside but I wasn't sure if I wanted to get the gas cans, yet.
But of course, I must be brave. I best get those gas cans before someone else does so, best grab the baseball bat that I was saving for the School Bully. "Aim for the head," said Derek, who still has his nose in the Zombie Survival Guide, "Anywhere else will do you no good."
"Yeah, no good." I muttered as I unlock the front door and stepped outside.
After closing the front door, I head for the stairs since I live on the 2nd floor. Once I got onto the parking lot, I got to my truck and pulled off the bed sheet covering the gas can. Still looks brand new, unused. Looking over my shoulder, I grab one of the gas cans and lift it up. It was heavy, something that my scrawny arms can't handle. The adrenaline however gave me the necessary strength needed to carry two gas cans so I'm going to need to make a second pass.
It was heavy, so heavy that I didn't got very far with the gas cans. So I came up with an ingenious idea, I placed the bat over my shoulders and placed the handles of the gas cans on the bat. I guess my back muscles are more stronger thanks to track, as a result I lift them up like they're nothing.
I carried the gas cans up the stairs and sat them on the edge of my apartment door, thinking Derek might get them for me. Then I rushed back to my truck for a second round, however there's a problem. A zombie walked between me and the truck and approaches me with arms stuck out, making that moan in the process. With one good swing of the bat, I smashed in the Zombie's Temple and it went down instantly.
I smacked the zombie's head a couple times with the bat just to make sure, I soon grabbed the zombie and pulled it off of the asphalt and onto the grass where the bedsheet came in handy. I simply covered the zombie with it, I'll dispose of the body later as I got some gas can's to take care of. Using the same method with the bat, I carried the gas cans back to my apartment without further incident.
Once I got the cans inside, I shut the door and locked it. "Any zombies?" asked Derek.
"Yeah, they're to easy to kill," I said, "Very easy."
"You covered the body with the bedsheet?" asked Derek.
"Yup."
"What do you want to do now?"
"Play Left 4 Dead, to get into that zombie feel."
"Okay."
I sat on the couch with Derek as he closes the Zombie Survival Guide and placed it on the table, with the power still on we used our time wisely to play Left 4 Dead. This is what we did for the rest of the zombie outbreak, playing video games. Just like on an ordinary day, a day that doesn't have zombies breathing down your neck.
Though we have more work to accomplish, so our fun didn't last.