It began like any other day.
That always seems to be the case whenever a zombie apocalypse occurs, and it certainly began that way for a boy from a town called Royal Woods, Michigan. Clyde McBride had been on a class field trip to Great Lakes City located upstate, and when the zombies attacked, he got separated from his class. After managing to survive in the city streets, Clyde met a local boy named Casey and together they decided to leave the city (as cities are always the worst place to be when zombies were around) and make their way to Royal Woods. Along the way they met a man named Brad, who helps the boys on their journey. After several grueling (and gruesome) days, they found themselves at a cul-de-sac on the outskirts of Royal Woods.
After coming up to the house by the woods they emerged from, Brad peeks around the corner of the garage to check for zombies. Seeing the coast was clear, he tells Clyde and Casey and they follow. "All right, listen up," Brad said as he turns to the boys. "The police station isn't far, we'll be safe there." "OK," replied Clyde and Casey nodded. "Stay close," said Brad. "I'll get you there." He faces Clyde and says "and we'll try to find your dads." Clyde nodded. Brad stands up and turns to look around again.
Suddenly, a small horde of zombies appear out of nowhere and immediately attack Brad. Clyde and Casey scream and run around the house before the zombies could turn on them. They take cover behind a nearby car.
"OH MY GOD," Clyde exclaimed. He began to panic. "THEY GOT BRAD," he screamed to Casey. "THEY GOT BRAD!" Clyde was so frightened over what happened, he started hyperventilating and about to cry, prompting Casey to grab him by the shoulders.
"Hey! Hey! Hey. They didn't get us," he reassures to Clyde. "They didn't get us, OK?" Clyde manages to calm down a bit but still had tears in his eyes. "We're still alive," Casey continues.
"OK," Clyde said meekly.
"Look bud, we can do this," Casey continued. "Just pull yourself together. Let's get to that police station."
"OK," said Clyde, nodding. As he nods, he saw movement in the corner of his eye. He looks in the direction of the movement over the car hood. His jaw dropped. "Oh my god." Noting Clyde's shaky tone, Casey looks too and gasped at what he saw.
The street in front of the boys was crowded with zombies, wandering aimlessly in search of their next victim. Abandoned and wrecked cars, some with their doors wide open, were scattered everywhere. Seeing the terrifying sight, the boys stand up from their hiding place.
"We gotta go through all that," said Casey. "Alright, just stay together, keep moving, and don't get bit. You ready?" Clyde nodded nervously in response. "Go," said Casey.
The boys run around the front of the car and into the street, trying their best to avoid every zombie they passed and to stay quiet. But they couldn't hide their fear from their breathing as they ran. However, as Clyde and Casey ran, they noticed something unusual. None of the zombies tried to attack the boys. In fact, they seemed to avoid the boys altogether.
Clyde and Casey slow down and stop to look around, the fear in their breaths replaced with confusion. Clyde, who lagged behind Casey turns and notices one zombie shuffling its way past, giving him a look that seemed to be, disgusted?
Out of curiosity, Clyde stuck out his hand and moves closer to the zombie. Incredibly, the zombie leaned back, away from Clyde's hand and limps away. Clyde and Casey (who had been watching) look on in bewilderment as the zombie leaves.
"Are you getting this," Clyde asked as he turned to Casey. "Yeah, what is up," Casey asked as he looks around puzzled. But with the other zombies around, he and Clyde didn't want to dwell on it. "Forget this," said Casey. "Let's go." The boys resume running down the street in their search for the police station. But their run didn't last long as the other zombies they past had the same reaction to the boys.
Clyde and Casey slowed down and started walking down the street, looking around in confusion. As they went along, they came across a car parked on the curb. The driver's side window was broken, and Clyde and Casey could clearly see two zombies in the front seats (whom apparently used to be the owners of the car). Just as the boys were opposite the driver's side door, it happened. The zombie in the driver seat reached up and patted the side of the door before its hand hit something. The unmistakable sound of a car's door being locked filled the air.
Clyde and Casey gasped as the realization dawned. "Ain't that some sh**," Clyde said to Casey. "These are some racist, mother****ing zombies," Casey replied in a shocked tone. "Why would you even lock the door," Clyde asked as he gestured to the car. "I mean, the window is broken and…" To emphasize his point, Clyde reached out his hand to stick it through the broken window. But just as he put his hand inside, both of the zombies leaned away and groaned in an obviously frightened tone.
Clyde gasped again. "OH," he exclaimed. "OH HELL NO," said Casey. The boys walk away shocked and somewhat offended at what just happened, mumbling amongst each other. As they continue down the street, they come across a group of zombies that looked like two parents with a girl. Seeing Clyde and Casey, the girl zombie snarls at them and starts walking towards them. But just as it starts its attack, the parent zombies grab the girl and pull her back before walking away.
"OH COME ON," said Casey exasperated. "What is that," asked Clyde, just as incensed. "They seriously wouldn't let her eat us," Casey said as he gestured to the zombies. Clyde responded with "that's just…" and the two look on incredulously.
Just then, the boys hear a voice from behind. "Clyde?" The boys turn around and Clyde sees it's his dad Harold. "DAD!" Clyde runs to his dad who instantly picks him up and hugs him tightly. "Oh son, I'm so glad you're safe," Harold said. Then he opened his eyes and noticed Casey. "And who's your friend," he asked as he puts Clyde back down. "Oh, dad this is Casey. He's from Great Lakes City. We met when all this started," said Clyde. "Oh, well nice to meet you Casey," said Harold, sticking his hand out. "Nice to meet you too, sir," Casey replied as he shook Harold's hand. "Speaking off 'all this,' what's going on here," Casey asked. "Oh yeah," said Clyde. "Dad, what's going on? These zombies are all racist."
"I know," said Harold, smiling. Clyde and Casey gave Harold a bewildered look. "Isn't this great? These racist zombies are leaving us alone. Come on kids, there's more of us this way. Follow me." Clyde and Casey share a confused look and shrug before following Harold. "So Clyde, tell me. How did you two meet?"
"Well, it's a long story," said Clyde. "See, what happened was…" Clyde tells the story as the three walk down the street. Some distance away, a zombie was watching. It watches the trio for a few seconds before turning and walking away, shaking its head.
A/N: Hello everybody! I know, I know it's been a while since I uploaded anything. I have no excuses. Real life and writers' block have been in the way. I actually had an idea for a while to have a story with Clyde and Casey interacting. Those who know have figured out what this was a parody of, but for those who didn't you need to start asking questions. Don't worry "Triggered" is still in the works, I hope you enjoy this belated Halloween themed story in the meantime. See you soon! -Editor570
