Don't own a thing. If you tell anyone I do then I'll deny it. And then hunt you down. With my BOOMSTICK!
God, I love Army of Darkness.
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We do not remember days, we remember moments.
-Casare Pavese
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I should have stolen...um..."borrowed" a better car. I'll be lucky if this piece of shit will make it as far as the hospital before falling apart. The engine sounds like it could explode any second now and these tyres must be practically bald. I've only been driving for five minutes and I've nearly skidded of the road twice. Although that could be the head injury. The car didn't look that shitty back in the parking lot but that must have been my memory playing tricks again. What was I thinking. I probably would have been better off with the one wheeled motorcycle.
And I can't see a thing outside. The power must be out for this entire area, mabye even the whole city. These dim headlights aren't helping things either. I'd probably see more by shining a flashlight out at the road. What else can I bitch about? Hmm. The passenger window is broken so there's glass everywhere, not to mention that I'm freezing my ass off from the wind blowing in. I can't even check the radio stations to see if anyone's left alive because some little bastard ripped the radio out, leaving a few wires dangling where it should be. Heh, listen to the car thief bitch about the person who got to the radio first.
Well, if there's any survivors left there's a good chance they could be at the hospital. Hopefully they'll have a few doctor's there too. I look at my reflection in the rear view mirror. A patch of blood has already stained the white bandage around my head which worries me even more than the dried blood down the side of my pale face. I look like shit and feel even worse. I could use a shower...and a hot meal, but at this point I'd eat almost anything.
I still haven't seen anyone else around, although I doubt I would be able to see anyone more than a few feet away with the paltry amout of moonlight getting throught the clouds to illuminate the streets. From what I can make out, most of the stores have been hastily boarded up, although many wooden boards have been ripped from the window and door frames. Now just part of the debris strewn across the street. It looks like most people couldn't hold off the zombies for long. But some of those barricades looked like they were pretty strong. It must have taken hundreds of the creatures to break through. So where are they now?
Probably gone to find more people to eat. I look out the side window at the other side of the street. No one could be left alive here after-
My thoughts are interrupted by the impact of something against the front of the car. I slam on the brakes and turn my head forward in time to see a person smashing head first into the windshield then disappearing over the roof of the car. Oh my God, I just hit someone. I reach for the door handle and am about to get out to see how badly hurt the person is when I pause. It's probably not a person, it's one of those things, why else would it have been in the middle of the street. I wasn't going that fast. If it was human it would have moved out of the way.
I should just drive away. No...I should reverse over it to finish it off, _then_ drive away. But what if it's not... I look at the smear of blood at the centre of the cracked windshield. I can't just leave, I have to to be sure I'm not leaving someone here to die. I must be fucking crazy. I can't remember exactly but I'm positive that in every horror movie ever made that if you run someone over they'll turn out to be a psychopathic killer or monster. And this is worse than a horror movie.
If I'm going out there I'm gonna need a flashlight or something. I check the glove compartment and amid the piles of parking tickets I find a small flashlight...and a handgun. Yes! At last a bit of luck. It's a Beretta...and I know I've held one before. Okay, I've been here too long already. I'll make sure it's a zombie then get out of here. I step out of the car with the gun in my right hand, flashlight in the right.
The body landed around twenty feet from where the car stopped. It's on it's side and facing away from me. As I step closer I can make it out more clearly. It looks male. He's wearing faded blue jeans and a white shirt with light blue stripes. I can't tell in the dark but he has either brown or black hair. From just a few feet away I can see a small puddle of blood around his head. I think he's human, and I think he's still alive. I can see the movement his body makes as he breathes.
As I reach the man I roll him onto his back with my foot. He's young, probabably around the same age as me, nineteen or twenty. I have to get him out of here, to the hospital. He's going to need treatment for that head wound. Welcome to the club, buddy. I put the gun into my jacket pocket and and flashlight in between my teeth and start dragging him the short distance to the car.
I'm halfway there when I hear the now familiar moan of the undead. One of emptiness, pain...and hunger. I try to drag the man more quickly but it's not easy. I'm only 5'6", if i remember correctly, but this guy looks to be at least 6 foot. I see the zombie appear out of the shadow of darkness drawn on by the scent of blood. I'm not going to make it to the car in time. I drop the unconscious body, take the gun out of my jacket pocket, and let the flashlight fall to the ground
I aim for the zombie's head and fire. *click* I press the trigger twice more. *click* *click* Okay, that's not good. So much for luck. I get a gun with no fucking bullets in it. Shit, this zombie's getting closer. I'm trying to run but my legs are rooted to the spot. I should have brought my bat. It's close enough now for me to smell the rotting flesh on it's breath, it's arms outstretched reaching for me. Not being able to think of anything else, I bring the gun up and smash the butt into the zombie's face. I hear the ripping of the zombie's softened flesh as the blow sends cartilage from it's nose up into it's brain. It stumbles slightly, it's nose gushing blood, before falling to the ground without making another sound. Hey, mabye this gun is lucky after all.
The sound of more groans get me moving again. They're further away but they're coming. I quickly grab the flashlight before dragging the man over to the car. I open the rear passenger door and manage to bundle him inside before anything else arrives looking for a snack. I get back into the drivers seat, start the engine and continue on my way to the hospital. I look back at my extra passenger. He's gonna have one hell of a headache when he wakes up...If he wakes up, I correct myself, feeling a twinge of guilt.
It only takes a few more minutes to reach the hospital. I feel a surge of hope when I see the building. There are lights on in a few of the rooms. They still have power. So there probably _are_ some survivors left in there! The wooden security barrier is down at the gate but it's flimsy enough that I can drive right through it. I won't be able to drive all the way up to the entrance though, there are lots of cars and ambulances parked out in front. Most of them have been badly smashed up and several ambulances have been overturned.
When I get as close as I can I stop the car. I grab my stuff, including the flashlight and Beretta, and get out of the car. I walk to the back passenger door and open it. I hook my arms under the mans shoulders and drag him out. I drag him up the path weaving through wrecked cars until we reach the entrance. It has been barricaded from the inside there's so much stuff blocking the glass doors I can't see inside. But I can see the light shining out through the various filing cabinets, tables and assorted furniture blocking the doors. I sit the man up against the wall and begin banging on the doors.
"Let us in. Were not zombies, we need some help. Please, open up!" I start shouting.
After several minutes of shouting and banging I hear the sound of furniture being moved inside. They're letting us in! It takes a few more minutes but eventually the blockade is moved enough for a man inside, wearing a labcoat, to get the door opened.
"Quickly, get inside before the zombies return." he says, looking at the bandage on my head.
"Wait, I have someone else here with me." I say, gesturing to the man sitting against the wall.
"Infected?" the man asked, suspiciously.
"No. I...um...hit him with my car on the way here." I say sheepishly.
"Fine."said the man in the labcoat. "Help me get him inside."
We both grab the man with one arm and drag him inside the blindingly bright hospital. Mabye I've just been out in the dark for too long.
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Find out more about what's happened to everything in the next chapter...
God, I love Army of Darkness.
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We do not remember days, we remember moments.
-Casare Pavese
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I should have stolen...um..."borrowed" a better car. I'll be lucky if this piece of shit will make it as far as the hospital before falling apart. The engine sounds like it could explode any second now and these tyres must be practically bald. I've only been driving for five minutes and I've nearly skidded of the road twice. Although that could be the head injury. The car didn't look that shitty back in the parking lot but that must have been my memory playing tricks again. What was I thinking. I probably would have been better off with the one wheeled motorcycle.
And I can't see a thing outside. The power must be out for this entire area, mabye even the whole city. These dim headlights aren't helping things either. I'd probably see more by shining a flashlight out at the road. What else can I bitch about? Hmm. The passenger window is broken so there's glass everywhere, not to mention that I'm freezing my ass off from the wind blowing in. I can't even check the radio stations to see if anyone's left alive because some little bastard ripped the radio out, leaving a few wires dangling where it should be. Heh, listen to the car thief bitch about the person who got to the radio first.
Well, if there's any survivors left there's a good chance they could be at the hospital. Hopefully they'll have a few doctor's there too. I look at my reflection in the rear view mirror. A patch of blood has already stained the white bandage around my head which worries me even more than the dried blood down the side of my pale face. I look like shit and feel even worse. I could use a shower...and a hot meal, but at this point I'd eat almost anything.
I still haven't seen anyone else around, although I doubt I would be able to see anyone more than a few feet away with the paltry amout of moonlight getting throught the clouds to illuminate the streets. From what I can make out, most of the stores have been hastily boarded up, although many wooden boards have been ripped from the window and door frames. Now just part of the debris strewn across the street. It looks like most people couldn't hold off the zombies for long. But some of those barricades looked like they were pretty strong. It must have taken hundreds of the creatures to break through. So where are they now?
Probably gone to find more people to eat. I look out the side window at the other side of the street. No one could be left alive here after-
My thoughts are interrupted by the impact of something against the front of the car. I slam on the brakes and turn my head forward in time to see a person smashing head first into the windshield then disappearing over the roof of the car. Oh my God, I just hit someone. I reach for the door handle and am about to get out to see how badly hurt the person is when I pause. It's probably not a person, it's one of those things, why else would it have been in the middle of the street. I wasn't going that fast. If it was human it would have moved out of the way.
I should just drive away. No...I should reverse over it to finish it off, _then_ drive away. But what if it's not... I look at the smear of blood at the centre of the cracked windshield. I can't just leave, I have to to be sure I'm not leaving someone here to die. I must be fucking crazy. I can't remember exactly but I'm positive that in every horror movie ever made that if you run someone over they'll turn out to be a psychopathic killer or monster. And this is worse than a horror movie.
If I'm going out there I'm gonna need a flashlight or something. I check the glove compartment and amid the piles of parking tickets I find a small flashlight...and a handgun. Yes! At last a bit of luck. It's a Beretta...and I know I've held one before. Okay, I've been here too long already. I'll make sure it's a zombie then get out of here. I step out of the car with the gun in my right hand, flashlight in the right.
The body landed around twenty feet from where the car stopped. It's on it's side and facing away from me. As I step closer I can make it out more clearly. It looks male. He's wearing faded blue jeans and a white shirt with light blue stripes. I can't tell in the dark but he has either brown or black hair. From just a few feet away I can see a small puddle of blood around his head. I think he's human, and I think he's still alive. I can see the movement his body makes as he breathes.
As I reach the man I roll him onto his back with my foot. He's young, probabably around the same age as me, nineteen or twenty. I have to get him out of here, to the hospital. He's going to need treatment for that head wound. Welcome to the club, buddy. I put the gun into my jacket pocket and and flashlight in between my teeth and start dragging him the short distance to the car.
I'm halfway there when I hear the now familiar moan of the undead. One of emptiness, pain...and hunger. I try to drag the man more quickly but it's not easy. I'm only 5'6", if i remember correctly, but this guy looks to be at least 6 foot. I see the zombie appear out of the shadow of darkness drawn on by the scent of blood. I'm not going to make it to the car in time. I drop the unconscious body, take the gun out of my jacket pocket, and let the flashlight fall to the ground
I aim for the zombie's head and fire. *click* I press the trigger twice more. *click* *click* Okay, that's not good. So much for luck. I get a gun with no fucking bullets in it. Shit, this zombie's getting closer. I'm trying to run but my legs are rooted to the spot. I should have brought my bat. It's close enough now for me to smell the rotting flesh on it's breath, it's arms outstretched reaching for me. Not being able to think of anything else, I bring the gun up and smash the butt into the zombie's face. I hear the ripping of the zombie's softened flesh as the blow sends cartilage from it's nose up into it's brain. It stumbles slightly, it's nose gushing blood, before falling to the ground without making another sound. Hey, mabye this gun is lucky after all.
The sound of more groans get me moving again. They're further away but they're coming. I quickly grab the flashlight before dragging the man over to the car. I open the rear passenger door and manage to bundle him inside before anything else arrives looking for a snack. I get back into the drivers seat, start the engine and continue on my way to the hospital. I look back at my extra passenger. He's gonna have one hell of a headache when he wakes up...If he wakes up, I correct myself, feeling a twinge of guilt.
It only takes a few more minutes to reach the hospital. I feel a surge of hope when I see the building. There are lights on in a few of the rooms. They still have power. So there probably _are_ some survivors left in there! The wooden security barrier is down at the gate but it's flimsy enough that I can drive right through it. I won't be able to drive all the way up to the entrance though, there are lots of cars and ambulances parked out in front. Most of them have been badly smashed up and several ambulances have been overturned.
When I get as close as I can I stop the car. I grab my stuff, including the flashlight and Beretta, and get out of the car. I walk to the back passenger door and open it. I hook my arms under the mans shoulders and drag him out. I drag him up the path weaving through wrecked cars until we reach the entrance. It has been barricaded from the inside there's so much stuff blocking the glass doors I can't see inside. But I can see the light shining out through the various filing cabinets, tables and assorted furniture blocking the doors. I sit the man up against the wall and begin banging on the doors.
"Let us in. Were not zombies, we need some help. Please, open up!" I start shouting.
After several minutes of shouting and banging I hear the sound of furniture being moved inside. They're letting us in! It takes a few more minutes but eventually the blockade is moved enough for a man inside, wearing a labcoat, to get the door opened.
"Quickly, get inside before the zombies return." he says, looking at the bandage on my head.
"Wait, I have someone else here with me." I say, gesturing to the man sitting against the wall.
"Infected?" the man asked, suspiciously.
"No. I...um...hit him with my car on the way here." I say sheepishly.
"Fine."said the man in the labcoat. "Help me get him inside."
We both grab the man with one arm and drag him inside the blindingly bright hospital. Mabye I've just been out in the dark for too long.
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Thanks for all the reviews so far. Keep 'em coming.
I shall now send two pennies for every review. Can't say fairer that that.
Find out more about what's happened to everything in the next chapter...