The Ambulance Ride from Hell Day 1
“Ambulance 2901, report in! I’ve got a pickup for you,” The dispatcher crackles through the com on my ride. I think its Esther. It sounds like her, albeit a bit more irritated than usual. I glance over at Dan, who’s eating his sandwich and he shrugs. I’m driving the ambulance. I take one hand off the wheel and grab the com and push the button.
“Ambulance 2901 reporting in, Dispatcher. What do you have for us?”
“Ambulance 2901, an address is being downloaded to your ambulance GPS now. Its low priority, but you need to pick up Jenny Sawyer, who’s apparently been bitten by a zombie.
“Say again, Dispatcher?” I ask incredulously.
“You heard it right. We got a call from the Zombii Co. call center, of all places, telling us that one of their customers has gotten bitten by a zombie. I’m sending you guys to check it out. I think it’s a prank call and I’ve already let them know what’ll happen if it is, but we still need someone to check it out and you’re the closest guys we’ve got, so I need you to check out the address and see if Jenny Sawyer has been bitten and then evaluate and bring her in if you need to.”
“Roger Dispatcher. Over and out!”
I put the com back on its stand and check the GPS. I’ll need to turn in half a mile. Since this is low priority, I keep the sirens and lights off.
“Oh jeez, Tonya, can you believe their sending us to check on if someone got bit by zombie? There’s no such things as zombies,” Dan says.
“Yeah, it’s crazy, but then again we live in a world where there’s a zombie apocalypse call center. My neighbors are actually on their silver plan, if you can believe it,” I reply.
Dan rolls his eyes and says, “It takes all types, doesn’t it?”
“Indeed it does.”
We reach the point where we need to turn, and I turn the ambulance left onto a narrow suburban road. The house we’re looking for is to the right, about a quarter of mile in. I can see it, and it looks like the front door has been left open. All the other houses look normal, an idyllic scene of suburbia. I see a couple kids on the street laying and I wonder how someone could call in that they got bitten by a zombie.
I park the ambulance on the side of the road and Dan hops out with a medkit in hand and heads to the open door. I turn the ambulance off and go to the back door and open it and get the stretcher ready, just in case we need to either restrain the person or if they actually medical assistance.
“Tonya, get in here!” Dan yells.
To be continued in part 2…
Author’s note: This is a short story excerpt set in the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center Universe. Each week I’ll write another part of the story on here. If you enjoy, check out the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center series and my free story, The Zombie Apocalypse Convenience Store
