I made it

By the power of grayskull. I made it. Obviously, since you're reading this. I freakin' made it!

It was seriously messed up though. I was about to leave when I figured I'd try to take a look out the window. See if the coast was clear. Stupid, I know. I saw 28 Weeks Later and it went down just like that first scene. I pulled back the blinds just a little bit, but it was already, like, right there. Hand came through the window, catching on the broken glass, punching through my screen just a bloody claw. It scared me so bad I jumped back, tripped and landed on the couch. Just sitting there, mortified, like I was watching TV. Watching the hand recede scraping off flesh from its arm and make a mess of my favorite lamp which was situated under the window.

I just sat there for another moment. It was outside moving around, trying to find another way in. I got that feeling like when you see a spider. It scares you at first, but then you just get pissed. You realize that you're better than it is and you know you can take it out, but you just don't want to.

Luckily, I have a back entrance. I still have to sneak around back and go past the zombie, but it might not see me.

Quietly (or at least as quiet as I can be with heavy boots and a backpack full of crap) I open the back door, and head out. For some reason, I locked it behind me. I guess I thought that if this whole thing blows over it'd be nice to come back for some of my things.

I came out into the alley behind my building and crouched behind my dumpster. It smelled awful, but I'm sure compared to zombies I was getting off light.

I spotted two at the end of the alley across the street. Dammit. I decided to cut back around to the front of my building and take my chances with the single zombie that may still be outside my window.

Just as I came around the corner it lunged at me. Tried to grab me by the shoulders and bite my neck. It was shorter than me. I pushed back and it fell on its' ass. I was about to take off running, but I stopped and looked back. It was my upstairs neighbor's kid.

He was a senior in high school, just graduated. Good kid. Something came over me. I don't know why, but I turned back. Hammer in hand, he was on his feet again. I got closer and he lunged at me, I stepped to the side and brought the hammer down right on the back of his head. Poor kid. His body convulsed a little bit on the ground.

I took a look around to see if any others had spotted me.

I didn't want to run if I didn't have to. Too much noise, and I'm not fast enough. I got low and tried to take a look around. In the middle of the circle was the Early Childhood Center. Little kids. We're talking preschoolers. I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't see any, but the idea of zombie toddlers was far worse than zombie adults.

Trying to regain my composure. The Beastie Boys started going through my head. Slow & Low that is the tempo... I looked down at my hammer and saw a chunk of scalp in the claw. I almost dropped it. I shook it a bit and rubbed it on the bushes to get it off. I couldn't remember the rules. Touch be blood and your infected? Is it the plague thing? Better play it safe.

I kept down moving from cover to cover. I flashed back to my childhood playing 'Guns' in the backyard. Made it to the street. Do I cross or take the long way around.

I heard a train! There's no way I can get to platform in time to see if its actually being operated by humans (besides it was headed toward the city and I'm sure that was a real fun-house right about now), but the noise would cover up my movements as I cut straight through to the library.

I ran.

I think the last time I ran that hard, was fifth grade. Trying to get the best mile time for the Presidential Fitness Award.

Looking over I could see a zombie-mom. She had been slumped against her SUV, now she was following. The two zombies I had seen at the end of the alley had spotted me and were moving in my direction. Were these fast-zombies? I couldn't tell yet. I had been looking around so much that I hadn't been watching were I was going and across the street a little girl was running toward me.

I started to run toward her, figuring I could scoop her up and keep running. She looked to be 5 or 6 years old, wearing a little yellow sun dress. Closer. She was a zombie. I tried to turn away from her, but she was running... why the fuck was she running? Romero, Boyle make up your minds! Fast or slow!?

She was almost on me. I kicked. The way you do when you're shooting a goal in soccer. Full body, leg up behind me, step, BAM. I swear to god she flew, like, 15 feet. She hit a parked car. That did not just happen.

I kept running. It had hardly broken my stride. Looking back she was up. Something broken, she was following but not running anymore.

I looked forward, the fire station was ahead. The doors were open, the fire engines were parked. I saw a head poke out from behind one of the engines. Fuck me sideways. Goddamn zombie firefighters. This is not happening.

The front doors of the library won't open with my electronic key fobb. I need to get to the back door. Fastest way is between the fire station and the library. I'm not going that way.

I take the long way around. More zombie firefighters are coming out to see what all the commotion is. The train is gone now. I'm making a lot of noise.

Running the long way 'round the library, I see a few more of them around the other side of the circle. Across the street though, dozens. All by the train stop. I slow down to get a better look. Looks like some people had run to the train stop to flag down the passing train, I see one guy get taken down by 3 of them. I stand there watching with morbid fascination. Seems safe from 70 yards away.

The windows of the parked car I'm standing next to explode outward. Glass shards everywhere, it knocks me to my knees, but I'm up again trying to figure out what just happened. The apartment complex next to the library has balconies. Looks like one of them was up there. Saw me. Fell over the railing landed on the car.

Time to leave.

The firefighters are coming around the corner now. I gotta head towards them to get to the door. I run full blast, almost to the door but the zombie is closer. It worked on the little girl, I'll try it again. I put my foot into his chest. I feel his rib cage give before he's flung backward knocking down the others. I veer right, unlock the door, slam it closed and press my back up against it.

Alarm is going off. What a great way to compliment my day, I think to myself as I try to remember the pass code. Takes me a couple tries, but I finally get it off. Or should I leave it on? No. Off. Definitely off.

It dawns on me that I'm safe. If the alarm was on that means no one came into work yet. The motion detectors would have triggered the alarm too if anyone had broken in.

I take a couple deep breaths. Think about throwing up a little bit. I haven't eaten anything today except coffee.

I can hear the firefighters outside. Time to leave.

Up on the roof I've got some food from the staff fridge. A laptop, Internet is still working for now (obviously). I even found a foldy lounge chair. Awesome. I pull out my cellphone. I think it's finally safe to start calling some people.

I call my girlfriend.

"Hey baby, how are you?" she answers.
"I'm pretty good. Are you surprised to hear from me?"
"Yeah, I took you for a goner. I'm not gonna lie."
"Great, thanks. I can see you were real broken up about it too." I said
"Where are you?"
"I'm on the roof of the library."
"Ooooh, nice. How was the trip over?"
"Uh... it was intersting"
"Did you kill any of them? Have you been bitten?" A mixture of concern and disappointment in her voice.

"No, not a scratch. I'm good. I killed like 2 and a half." I said.
"What? What's this half shit? You either kill them or you don't."
"Yeah well, how many did you kill?"
"More like how many haven't I killed? I've been preparing for this since... hold on."


"Sorry, one of the people I am with got bitten earlier and didn't tell anybody. I just took care of it." She said.
"Wow, I'm surprised you're with people. I thought you said when the zombie invasion starts it's everyone for themselves?"
"Baby, don't say the 'Z' word. It's totally scary!"

"My bad. I think I'm going to let you go though for now. I need to call my family and see how they're doing. If they're alive maybe I could steal a car and we could drive out to their house in the country?"
"So this is what it's finally going to take to get you to drive a car?"
"Whatev." I said. "I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, I love you."
"I love you too. Stay safe."
"I will."

So that's been pretty much everything up until now. It's a nice day to be up on a roof. Kinda hot. Wish I had packed shorts. I guess the zombies won't object if I walk around in my boxers. But I see "_blank">Obvious has commented on my last entry and it seems that there is some hope.

Sweet. Looks like I'll just hang out here. Wish I had some beers.



P@ said…
I'm making my way through the BLITEOTW links, and found yours. Absolutely riveting! Glad you made it to safer ground. :)