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. You can read part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, and part 5 here. If you enjoy, check out the Zombie Apocalypse Call Center series which shares more zombie apocalypse fun.
I’ve got to retreat and find weapons that’ll work. I run through the kitchen and head to the living room. I’ve got an assault rifle and shotgun there, but neither of them are loaded. If I’m going to get a loaded weapon I have to get to my zombie apocalypse bunker, which has loaded weapons in it. Or I have to get close and personal with Carol. I look around the living room and there’s a katana. It wouldn’t be my first weapon of choice to take down a zombie, but it gives me a little distance and a way to possibly kill Carol, if I can’t get to my weapons. I grab the katana by the hilt and throw the sheathe aside.
“Unnnggrryyyy!”
Carol crashes through the kitchen and emerges in the living room, panting and looking around for her prey.
“I’m right here, bitch,” I say and I slice at her with the edge of the katana.
Carol takes the blade on her forearm, with it going to the bone, but she just grunts and tries to get me with her other arm. I yank at the katana and manage to pull it out of her arm, with a spray of blood splashing against the wall. I’m off balance though and Carol barrels into me, before I can bring the blade to bear.
She snaps at me with her mouth, but doesn’t bite me, because I manage to get an arm under her throat and push her away. Carol staggers back and I whip the katana around and slice her across the face.
“Grrrrr!” she howls and then swipes at me with a hand, clawing me on the arm.
“Bitch!” I say. I never liked Carol. She was always too damn nosy and being a zombie has improved that predisposition.
I come at her with short strikes, trying to drive her back, but Carol doesn’t act like a normal human being. She takes the cuts and tries to get closer to me. I’ve got to end this fight, because she’s relentless.
I hop back and draw the blade so it’s facing Carol. She comes rushing at me and I extend my arms slightly, while also bending my knees. The tip of the blade seeks into Carol’s throat, and a deluge of blood comes out. Carol staggers and then falls to the floor, twitching. I wait a few moments and then nudge her body with the blade, just to make sure she’s dead. She doesn’t move.
I take a deep breath and sigh. My entire body is shaking with adrenaline and I just want to sit down, but I realize I have to secure the front door. There could be other zombies out there and the last thing I need is another fight like this one. I rush to the front door, grab my keys, and then close the door and lock it, using all the bolts I’ve got. I pick up the .45 and eject the jammed bullet. I’ll clean it later.
I go into the kitchen and clean myself up. I hope I can’t get infected because of being scratched, but who knows how the infection vectors spread? Next I grab Carol’s corpse and drag it to door, open the door cautiously and roll her body out. Just to be extra safe, I spray some Zombii Spray over her corpse. Maybe that’ll keep the other zombies away. I gag a bit at the spray. It’s got this lemony scent to it, but it’s supposed to repel zombies and it’s certainly repelling me.
It’s time to finish locking this place down and get into the bunker so I can survive this zombie apocalypse. I go back inside my house, and lock the door again. Then I walk down the hall to the bunker. I’m feeling a little hungry suddenly, but there’s plenty of food in my secret hideaway. I punch in the code for the bunker, step inside and close the door. I’m safe now. No zombies will get me.