How to Survive a Zombie Apocalypse
Lucy
"How did you survive?"
Lucy thinks back to the very beginning to retell her tale.
It's Christmas day, and a lonely one at that. She's home alone with her puppy Plue, enjoying eating chocolate in front of the TV playing her favourite Christmas rom com. She's slightly depressed of the romance life she doesn't have on Christmas. She has no family either. Her father having died half a year ago, and her mother passing long ago when she was little.
The news cuts into her favourite show. It reports a cannibalistic virus spreading fast. They gave urgent instructions to lock all doors and windows.
She's shocked at first, just sits there with chocolate in hand- frozen. She thinks she must have misheard? Maybe she's dreaming? But the sound of chaos outside isn't short of alarming.
No way.
She rummages for her keys amongst the mess on her coffee table, and runs to the front door, thrusting the key into the lock. Through the screen door she sees people running everywhere, a Santa falls off one of the rooftop of the Parkinsons' house across the street. Lucy clasps a hand over her mouth as she screams.
Next she scrambles to the back door, only to be greeted with the most horrible sight. A man, dressed in a flannel and torn jeans, head cocked like dead weight and blood and who knows what on his lips. Lucy backs away from the door, he's too close. She backs up into the kitchen. Frantically she searches the cupboards for something, anything! Her fingers clasp around the handle of a small but sturdy fry pan, and holds it defensively in front of herself. Then backed up to the cabinets, trying to put as much space between her and the zombie-resembling-man as possible, her elbow bumps the handles of the knives. She chooses the longest one and holds it alongside her frying pan.
It's now, or never.
She steps forward with her left foot and follows with a strong backhand. Her tennis matches with Patrick are paying off. And following her swing, her right arm plunges the knife a little too high, stabbing the zombie in the neck. He doesn't stop, his lust-filled eyes lay on her hand just centimetres from his blood-drooling mouth. He grabs her arm. She tugs away as hard as she withdraws her hand, she grabs another knife and plunges again for his heart. She doesn't miss this time. He slumps to the ground heavy. Lucy is panting and breathing heavily. It takes her a moment to come to her senses. She is alert again when she hears glass breaking somewhere close by.
By now Lucy knows 1 thing for sure. She needs to get out. It's not safe in her little farming neighborhood. She pokes her head out the back door, looking quickly left and right. It's clear. She makes her mad dash to the stables, still clutching the fry pan. When she gets inside, it's spooky. The moonlight shines through the gaps of the timber walls. Her grip on the fry pan is tight. There are shuffles in the hay.
Just the horses.
She unlocks the stable and leads out Midnight. He's a beautiful solid Clydesdale. Shining black blue coat, red lights in his eyes, and the occasional braid in his mane where the white streaks are. Lucy saddles him up, fumbling anxiously with the girth and the bridle buckles. There are gunshots outside. The Jones' are fond of hunting. She grabs her whip and the shot gun tucked away hidden under the horse feed. Her dad said it was for "Just in case" but she was too scared to keep it in the house, something like that.
She feels nervous loading the ammunition into the gun, and even more nervous when she stands at the stable doors, ready to venture out and find safer grounds. If such a place exists. But she's seen too many movies like this. She knows she has to leave.
And that concludes chapter 1. This story will be a lot of short chapters. But very to the point and cut to the chase or so I'm hoping. And with any luck, updated regularly. I have drawn a lot of inspiration from Zombieland, World War Z, The Walking Dead, Fairy Tail (obviously), and my best friend Kiara's writings!
Next chapter: Natsu
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