oct 21/2010
"What's the best thing you could think of to have if you are in the middle of a zombie apocalypse? It's a weird question to get asked on a first date right? Well I thought so too but because she was hot i answered simply "a bag with infinite items that i can hold in my hand or on my back." looking back, i probably should not have slept with her." I finished talking into my phone's microphone, watching as the words appeared after a few moments in the note app. " I woke up on this roof top about 5 days ago, on top of a giant apartment building. That bitch didnt even leave me a note explaining what the fuck happened. All she gave me was a child's spiderman backpack and a sticky note saying "have fun" with a smiley face.
At first I thought it was a sick joke, she roofied me and brought me up to the roof of a large apartment building, and then chain locked the door leading down and out of the building. I only began to understand what happened when I was banging on the door hoping someone would hear me and come to my rescue. Well someone did hear me but it was definitely not who i wanted. At first I was happy to see a cute girl through the small window in the door, that happiness quickly turned to horror though when she turned around and gave me a good look at her face, or lack there of when i saw her missing part of her lower jaw and right side of her face.
She saw me too, even though I ducked away from the door, she started banging on it and groaning, attracting 6 other zombies in front of the door, all of them banging and groaning. I was either transported to a world with zombies in the few hours I was sleeping because we didn't get much sleep that night haha. Or the apocalypse happened overnight in my world and I was out for way longer than I thought as it was August when I went out with her, and it's now the end of october.
Anyways i got the idea that if she really transported me into a zombie apocalypse then maybe she gave me that 1 item i wanted, the only thing i had was the empty spiderman bag and a crumpled up smiley face sticky note. It took me about 10 minutes to realise I had to think about what I wanted while reaching into the bag and I'm thankful there was no one up here with me that saw me during those 10 minutes as I would not have given the best first impression. The first thing I asked for? A cheeseburger and fries from McDonalds. I was asleep for almost 2 months and -9 years. What would you expect from me? I was hungry.
While I was eating I just stared at the door, my escape to the real world guarded by 7 undead assholes that'll eat and disembowel me the moment I break the chains keeping the door closed and them inside. The roof I'm on is completely flat, and 82 ½ feet on each side known courtesy of a measuring tape that I found in the spiderbag. Equaling to an averaged 6800 sq ft. there's just the door down and an ac and heating unit on opposite sides of the roof. There are buildings surrounding this apartment, there's other buildings around, but they are too far and or too short for me to jump to without risking serious injury. The good thing about having a backpack that has whatever you want is it makes escaping very easy, i don't know how to use a parachute, but looking off the ledge and on the ground shows that it wouldn't matter even if i could, there have got to be hundreds if not thousands of walkers wandering around down there in big clusters. And spread out. There's no way I can escape them. The only way I'm getting out is with a gunfight, all I'm waiting for now is my courage to turn up. Say whatever you want about me, but I don't think I can handle dozens of zombies, let alone their smell.
Why am I even dictating this? It's not like anyone will be allowed to hear this without severe editing as im not letting it be known i have such an overpowered item, the government or whatever's left of it will be vying for it immediately, even other survivors would kill me just to have my bag, and i'm definitely not giving it up without a fight, even if i have to nuke everyone around me. It's better to not leave any evidence, so sorry this has been a waste of time. Well not a waste of time as it helped me sort out my thoughts, maybe i'll keep this for later? I'll have to keep the phone hidden, if i keep this then i'll just hide it in the bag, it's not like i'll be letting anyone go through it anyways. Until next time, this is Marcus signing off."
I finish dictating the note and turn off my phone, only to turn it on again to look at the time.
"9:10 am" I mutter. 'This is going to be a long day. I'm finally going to get off this roof. But to do that I need weapons, ammo, and gear to protect me from the zombies. But what do I get? There's 7 walkers at the door, and who knows how many more on the floors below. When I first woke up I counted the floors, totaling to 14 separate floors. Do I care about noise? I could just get a machine gun and blast the zombies brains out, but that could lead to every zombie coming towards me. Wait, can I get a vaccine against the virus? I have to test that out first.'
I thought while standing up. I was just laying on the ground looking at the sky and the bag was right next to me.
Without thinking as I have been doing this for the past 5 days I reach into the bag while thinking about a zombie vaccine. All i feel is air so i take my hand out, of course it couldn't be that easy.
"Okay, the next option is a shit ton of armour and weapons. If I'm not immune to the virus then at least I'll be protected from bites and gave me a bulletproof long sleeve shirt, a gas mask, bulletproof cargo pants, and an M-16 rifle with an infinite ammo clip."
'Apparently size doesn't matter because the bag pops out a medium sized mens long sleeve shirt, dark blue with the words "Eat My Shiny Metal Ass" written in bold silver letters directly in the middle of the front side, with a robots flat silver ass and cylinder legs on the back, its funny and i don't really care about what anyone thinks i'm keeping it.'
The gas mask popped out after it, it's a simple thing, full faced with hard clear plastic covering the eyes allowing me to see through the rest is black, and there's a big filter taking up the bottom left side of the mask, there's a strange silver star with a golden eye right in the middle of the filter.
The cargo pants pop out right after, tan in colour with dozens of pockets, it looks like normal cargo pants with the same silver star and gold eye imprinted right above the left buttcheek.
The M-16 also appears out of the bag, as well as a single clip I test to see if there's infinite ammo by manually taking the rounds out 1 at a time. After 2 minutes and 120 rounds i come to the conclusion that it's never going to run out. I'm never going to need loose bullets, so I just leave them in the pile they formed for whatever lucky bastard who comes across them.
It just takes a few minutes to get dressed in my new gear, the longsleeve shirt is actually pretty thick, and I familiarise myself with the gun as it was the first time I even held one.
"Maybe I should do some target practice first to get used to the recoil and weight? That's actually a perfect idea, Marcus good job." I congratulated myself by picking up a folded paper target that popped out of the bag as I picked it up.
I place the target against the air conditioner unit that is at the far side of the building and go as far away as I can comfortably get, which is 70 feet, with a few behind and on all sides of me in case I fall on my ass.
It takes me an hour to get used to the gun, it doesn't have a lot of recoil, and I'm pretty accurate with it at this range, which is alright because I'm going to be taking on a hoard soon and they will be closer than this.
I get a full body mirror out of the bag and take a look at myself 1 last time.
I'm still in the same body i always have been, 5'11 ft tall, I have buzz cut brown hair, and i'm not muscular at all, the medium shirt stretching slightly around my stomach area, i'm fully decked out in gear with the gas mask and everything. I don't think the mask will help with the infection because from what I know the infection only travels through bites, scratches and consuming any contaminated food or water, but that's just me guessing as I've watched a lot of zombie shows and movies as well as played a lot of zombie games. It does smell like lavender though, and considering I'm going to be up close and personal with walking corpses, it's a godsend. I take out my phone from the bag and look at the time again, "1:02pm" its been almost 4 hours since i woke up, and i should stop stalling and get to work.
I look at my gun again as I inspect it, "time to have some fun" i say as i point it at the door, aiming at what i first thought was a cute girl and pulled the trigger. "BAM" the bullet shot out and through the glass, hitting her right between the eyes.
"WOOOOO" I yell and just open fire on the door, shooting hundreds of rounds through it and into the banging corpses on the other side. All I hear for the next minute is my maniacal laughter and the sound of my gun going off, hitting first metal, then decayed flesh, the groaning of the zombies quickly being replaced by gunfire.
It was after I was completely sure that they were all dead that I finally stopped. I slowly walk towards the hole that used to be a door, stopping for a moment only to get a gun mountable flashlight and turning it on, inside the building is very dark after all.
The door leads to a dark staircase going down, i point my gun and flashlight in front of me and i see a map laminated and stapled to the wall on my left, apparently this staircase only goes down to the 8th floor, theres another staircase that goes down to the ground floor on the opposite side of the building on the 8th floor though but i can only curse my luck, of course the goddamn planner had to separate the staircases, and make them on opposite sides of the building. This building cant be up to code. I won't believe it.
"No use wining about it, not like they can eat me through my clothes anyways, the coller of my shirt covers my neck completely, the only thing i have to worry about is my head and hands. My hands are quickly covered by thin bulletproof gloves, they might be bulletproof but i'll definitely feel any impact. With the light pointed in front of me I slowly make my way down the steps, I come across 9 more zombies which I then shoot in the head, more zombies are the price I pay for not silencing my gun. I don't regret it because I'm actually having fun shooting them. "The more the merrier" I say, my smile being covered by the gas mask.