Family Checklist: Dwayne is at work, big brick building, no fishbowl entrance. Thank god for industrial architecture. The kids? St. Mary’s Day School is surrounded by a 6 foot stone wall, all the way around. Except the gate, the gate’s iron. I hope it holds. Maybe the teachers will reinforce it. God, what’ll they do for food? I wish the phones still worked. Some of us stay-at home moms are going in together at the Pierces’, since it’s all brick and doesn’t have a glass sliding door. We’re boarding up windows now, with shelving from the garage. Wish us luck!
Sunday In The Park With George.
George was delirious, intoxicated, and naked. What had been a dreary, smothering world of disappointment had suddenly become his personal playground.
Slice, dodge the grabbing hand, slip around to the left, slice. Dodge the swinging arm, slice, slice. It was a long blade, imported, until recently illegal even to own. Before, he hadn't dared carry it with him into the streets, not even under his coat. There would have been no explanation a cop would have believed, and it would have led to questions, and apartment searches.
Slice. His skin was slippery with stale blood. His victim fell twitching at his feet, it's ligaments parted. There were others nearby, but he was in no danger of being surrounded, not yet. He had time. Even if he had to run for safety, he could return. It wasn't as though the zombie would bleed to death. There were no ambulances to carry his victim away, or witnesses to identify his killer.
He wouldn't use the same blade for the coup de grâce. Now was the workmanlike part, the graceful dance was concluded. He retrieved the hacksaw from the wet asphalt. His breathing was fast but not labored.
There was a distant scream as he worked the saw through it. There were still survivors, living men and women, scattered throughout the city, mostly in apartment buildings with heavy security doors like his own. Occasionally they would venture out in search of food, once they had used up everything in the cupboards of their probably dead neighbors, and occasionally the zombies would get them. Or George would.
It made it all the more sweet that his new population of victims were themselves predators. The feeling of power was magnified. Even the survivors had a newly earned cachet; they were smart or cautious enough to still be alive two weeks after the end of the world.
George's hacksaw parted the zombie's head from it's neck, and his work was done. He had stopped taking souvenirs; zombies might still carry personal items they carried in life, but none that held any significance for them, or therefore for George. He had also stopped leaving messages, as no one was left to read them, or copy them in big scrawls onto police station whiteboards so as to ponder them with ever-increasing frustration.
He stood over his latest accomplishment, blood dripping from his implements and his hands, and surveyed the other lurching shapes in the street. His compulsion was sated for now. He turned and ran, weaving among them, always just out of reach. His bare feet slapped loudly on wet pavement.
There had been so many of them now, in two short weeks, that he was having trouble remembering them all. He had gone months, even years, between his few living victims, before. He remembered every one of them down to fine detail. The snotty little boy down the street, when he was fifteen. The girl, with her thin and inviting body and her shrill and refusing voice, when he was sixteen.
Two years had passed in an institution, as the result of 'antisocial behavior', and then another six months before he felt the watchful eyes slacken enough to safely kill again. If they had only known his true derangement, they never would have let him out at all. It had mostly been women, after that. He knew the words to say, the places to go, the ones to pick. Never the prettiest, or easiest. Always the ones who believed they might not find someone. They were all of a type, and they did run together, but all of them had something about them that George remembered specifically. An accent, a scent, an article of clothing, something.
Now it was the killing itself, the mechanism of it, the form, the skill. It had to be: they weren't people anymore. Except the ones that were, like the pretty black girl, yesterday, with her pistol and police radio. The hulking man from 3D, the other survivor in his building, had been a special treat. George had kept a souvenir from that kill. That hacksaw meant something.
He was near his building now. There was no crowd of walking dead near his door that he would first have to lead away. He had taken to leading them to buildings where he knew other survivors were sheltered. Not that they could get in; it just seemed like an apt practical joke for this new existence.
He spat the key out of it's safekeeping in his mouth, and entered the tall, dark building. Power had been off almost since the first day. No matter, he had plenty of candles. One of his neighbors' apartments had even furnished a solar-recharging emergency lantern, which George currently had recharging on the roof. It was still light enough to make his way around, and he knew that here, inside, he had nothing to fear.
His apartment was still largely immaculate, thanks to his grandmother's influence. He usually remembered to leave a towel hanging on the doorknob, and he had remembered today, even though the building was running out of clean ones. He quickly wiped the worst of the gore from his skin before stepping into the apartment and onto the spotless carpet. He headed directly for the shower under his grandmother's ever watchful eye. Even though he knew no rebuke would pass her lips if he were to leave a stain, he still respected her wishes. It was important to her.
When he was clean and dry, he padded in bare feet back out to the living room to tell the old woman of his latest conquest.
The man with the shotgun in the kitchen doorway was a surprise. George surveyed him: weathered and angry. Very angry, but calm. He also held in his hands the hair ribbon George had taken from the pretty black girl, just yesterday.
“This is for Angela, you sick fuck,” said the man. Before George could congratulate him, he fired.
Slice, dodge the grabbing hand, slip around to the left, slice. Dodge the swinging arm, slice, slice. It was a long blade, imported, until recently illegal even to own. Before, he hadn't dared carry it with him into the streets, not even under his coat. There would have been no explanation a cop would have believed, and it would have led to questions, and apartment searches.
Slice. His skin was slippery with stale blood. His victim fell twitching at his feet, it's ligaments parted. There were others nearby, but he was in no danger of being surrounded, not yet. He had time. Even if he had to run for safety, he could return. It wasn't as though the zombie would bleed to death. There were no ambulances to carry his victim away, or witnesses to identify his killer.
He wouldn't use the same blade for the coup de grâce. Now was the workmanlike part, the graceful dance was concluded. He retrieved the hacksaw from the wet asphalt. His breathing was fast but not labored.
There was a distant scream as he worked the saw through it. There were still survivors, living men and women, scattered throughout the city, mostly in apartment buildings with heavy security doors like his own. Occasionally they would venture out in search of food, once they had used up everything in the cupboards of their probably dead neighbors, and occasionally the zombies would get them. Or George would.
It made it all the more sweet that his new population of victims were themselves predators. The feeling of power was magnified. Even the survivors had a newly earned cachet; they were smart or cautious enough to still be alive two weeks after the end of the world.
George's hacksaw parted the zombie's head from it's neck, and his work was done. He had stopped taking souvenirs; zombies might still carry personal items they carried in life, but none that held any significance for them, or therefore for George. He had also stopped leaving messages, as no one was left to read them, or copy them in big scrawls onto police station whiteboards so as to ponder them with ever-increasing frustration.
He stood over his latest accomplishment, blood dripping from his implements and his hands, and surveyed the other lurching shapes in the street. His compulsion was sated for now. He turned and ran, weaving among them, always just out of reach. His bare feet slapped loudly on wet pavement.
There had been so many of them now, in two short weeks, that he was having trouble remembering them all. He had gone months, even years, between his few living victims, before. He remembered every one of them down to fine detail. The snotty little boy down the street, when he was fifteen. The girl, with her thin and inviting body and her shrill and refusing voice, when he was sixteen.
Two years had passed in an institution, as the result of 'antisocial behavior', and then another six months before he felt the watchful eyes slacken enough to safely kill again. If they had only known his true derangement, they never would have let him out at all. It had mostly been women, after that. He knew the words to say, the places to go, the ones to pick. Never the prettiest, or easiest. Always the ones who believed they might not find someone. They were all of a type, and they did run together, but all of them had something about them that George remembered specifically. An accent, a scent, an article of clothing, something.
Now it was the killing itself, the mechanism of it, the form, the skill. It had to be: they weren't people anymore. Except the ones that were, like the pretty black girl, yesterday, with her pistol and police radio. The hulking man from 3D, the other survivor in his building, had been a special treat. George had kept a souvenir from that kill. That hacksaw meant something.
He was near his building now. There was no crowd of walking dead near his door that he would first have to lead away. He had taken to leading them to buildings where he knew other survivors were sheltered. Not that they could get in; it just seemed like an apt practical joke for this new existence.
He spat the key out of it's safekeeping in his mouth, and entered the tall, dark building. Power had been off almost since the first day. No matter, he had plenty of candles. One of his neighbors' apartments had even furnished a solar-recharging emergency lantern, which George currently had recharging on the roof. It was still light enough to make his way around, and he knew that here, inside, he had nothing to fear.
His apartment was still largely immaculate, thanks to his grandmother's influence. He usually remembered to leave a towel hanging on the doorknob, and he had remembered today, even though the building was running out of clean ones. He quickly wiped the worst of the gore from his skin before stepping into the apartment and onto the spotless carpet. He headed directly for the shower under his grandmother's ever watchful eye. Even though he knew no rebuke would pass her lips if he were to leave a stain, he still respected her wishes. It was important to her.
When he was clean and dry, he padded in bare feet back out to the living room to tell the old woman of his latest conquest.
The man with the shotgun in the kitchen doorway was a surprise. George surveyed him: weathered and angry. Very angry, but calm. He also held in his hands the hair ribbon George had taken from the pretty black girl, just yesterday.
“This is for Angela, you sick fuck,” said the man. Before George could congratulate him, he fired.
Zombie Drabble #9
He waited as long as he could. He was certain of that. Everyone who had bought shares was clear on the rules: when the bunker doors had to be closed that was it, and if you weren't inside yet you had no right to complain. It would be unfair to expect anything else. Hadn't there been zombies on the lawn? Just because only he made it in time didn't mean it was his fault they were probably dead, did it? He couldn't very well open the door now, even if the banging sounded suspiciously and desperately fast to be zombies.
Zombie Drabble #8
Four excruciating days. He rapped his knuckles on the water tower's pale green metal shell to make that deep, resonant gong sound, mostly because there was nothing else to do. He did it every few minutes. Once, hand aching, he managed to abstain for nearly three hours; the hundred zombies milling around at the base of the tower hadn't gone away, so he had started again. He didn't know whether to curse or bless his father for letting the county put the tower on their land, but either way, the old man was just below with the rest of them.
Zombie Drabble #7
Don't think, play it out just like an exercise. This is what he was trained for, sort of. Fly to these coordinates, set up your target, arm the weapon, wait for release authority. Below him, somewhere on a dark plain, is a lurching mass of half a million zombies. No living people left anywhere near, no chance. How they can tell that from space isn't his place to ask. Heat signatures, probably. Satellite intel is really good now. The radio squawks, and weapon away! The bomb isn't all that big; there'll be plenty of Oklahoma left after the flash fades.
Zombie Drabble #6
I can go anywhere I want, man. I can hit every drug store in the county, take everything I need. They just ignore me. I got a free pass. Some of them look at me, but then they moan and shit and go back to whatever. I didn't even know this shit had gone down till like, two days into it. They never even come near my place. Fine with me. It's gotta be the smell of the meth cookin' up. That shit stinks, but I never knew it was fuckin' zombie repellent, man. Guess I'd better keep cookin' it.
JenniM16 - a Z-Day story in tweets.
gna jmp 1 minute ago from txt
Cnt brth cnt see thnk bby dd 5 minutes ago from txt
@Shady12 we shld hv dun it whn we hd th chnce I was stpd 11 minutes ago from txt
@BigRobM mom im sorry I ddnt save stevie not your flt I shld have kpt trying 2 get 2 you love you be safe 12 minutes ago from txt
cant get off rf fire on all sds 20 minutes ago from txt
bldg def on fire lkng for way dwn cnt see 25 minutes ago from txt
still no mr s im locking roof dr lots of smoke thnk bldg on fire 30 minutes ago from txt
mr s hasn't come back haven't heard any shooting for a while 40 minutes ago from txt
mr s says amm half gone wll cm bck whn out to blck rf dr about 1 hour ago from txt
on roof mr s blcked stairs btwn 3 and 2 w couch chrs dsks hes shting ovr thm @ zmbs they got mrs k about 2 hours ago from txt
taking bro to roof with Mrs Karsch taking phone about 2 hours ago from web
I think theyre in the bldg shotgun firing dwnstrs fuck about 2 hours ago from web
@Shady12 @BigRobM where are you I hope you made it about 3 hours ago from web
@Shady12 @BigRobM where are you please be ok about 4 hours ago from web
@RedGenie ok good luck Liv love you about 4 hours ago from web in reply to RedGenie
@RedGenie dont know haven't hrd frm Chrissy all day and Tim since 1pm. Yancey at sisters but sis got bit maybe turned havent hrd frm her. about 4 hours ago from web in reply to RedGenie
@RedGenie god I'm so sorry about 4 hours ago from web in reply to RedGenie
@RedGenie wheres yr mom and dad? about 4 hours ago from web
Lots of shooting everywhere there's smoke from outside in here and the apt building across the street is on fire. about 4 hours ago from web
Another explosion tanks shooting rly loud! 2 windows broken in living room Stevie crying. about 4 hours ago from web
@RedGenie no don't come here it's bad here read back a little about 4 hours ago from web in reply to RedGenie
@RedGenie where are you? I have baby tried 2 get 2 bridge 2 meet rents & bro but couldnt get there now back at apt pwr out about 4 hours ago from web in reply to RedGenie
If anyone is reading my tweets reply please about 5 hours ago from web
@Shady12 pls pls call or text or tweet or something so I know yr alive I love you baby I'm sorry about last night about 5 hours ago from web
@Candystriper I hope yr still alive I love you lots pls call or txt or tweet about 5 hours ago from web
Big explosion rattled windows wtf about 5 hours ago from web
@BigRobM are you guys at aunt Jo's call me on cell home phone is dead about 5 hours ago from web
Theres a tank going down my street fast wtf lots of smoke hard to see about 5 hours ago from web
Baby asleep again prbly stay dwn for the night. Flashlight is weak looking for more batts. No shooting now but I think there's a fire close about 5 hours ago from web
More shooting in the street machine guns this time I think it's the NG PD don't have guns like that about 6 hours ago from web
@Candystriper @Shady12 pls call or msg about 6 hours ago from web
@YanceyWray are you there? about 6 hours ago from web
@YanceyWray are you there? If she got bit don't go into her room block the door. about 6 hours ago from web in reply to YanceyWray
Mr. Stevenson dwnstrs came 2 door 2 see if we're ok he's got a shotgun & going to guard the door downstairs till the pwr cms back. about 6 hours ago from web
@YanceyWray where is she now? about 7 hours ago from web in reply to YanceyWray
@YanceyWray how bad is she bleeding? Did she get bit? about 7 hours ago from web in reply to YanceyWray
@YanceyWray I'm glad you made it! Is your sis ok? about 7 hours ago from web in reply to YanceyWray
The big blue bldg where Mr Karsch worked is totally on fire and theres a couple other fires away I can't tell what they are. about 7 hours ago from web
huge fire dwntwn that bldg w the blu wndws and 1 othr 1 frther wst. Lts of shtng snds far awy. about 7 hours ago from txt
power just went off and it's getting dark outside not a lot of shooting but I think there's a big fire downtown going up to the roof. about 8 hours ago from web
@SwtnsnLght ok tell yr mom no I'm staying here but good luck love you about 8 hours ago from web in reply to SwtnsnLght
@Candystriper @Shady12 please call or tweet or txt please about 8 hours ago from web
@YanceyWray please stay there about 9 hours ago from web in reply to YanceyWray
@YanceyWray please don't please please stay there streets not safe I'm serious it's zombies about 9 hours ago from web in reply to YanceyWray
@SwtnsnLght Kevin is with his folks he txted me around 5 they're in CT about 9 hours ago from web in reply to SwtnsnLght
@Candystriper @SwtnsnLght @Shady12 @YanceyWray where are you guys?about 9 hours ago from web
p.s. Stevie slept through the whole thing about 9 hours ago from web
@BigRobM couldn't get through answer your phone M&D&You go on to Jo's the baby and I are safe here inside bldg has security door. about 9 hours ago from web
If you do go out run because the zombies move slow also the National Guard and cops are shooting anything that moves slow. about 9 hours ago from web
Back at apartment it's zombies and they're all over the place I'm serious don't go outside. about 9 hours ago from web
cnt get thru gng back 2 apt lots of shtng about 9 hours ago from txt
not clt or crzys zombies! almst got bit stay inside!! about 10 hours from txt
hdng in krn groc cops and ng shooting lots about 10 hours from txt
Ng rdblk on ave going a cpl blks east about 11 hours ago from txt
cops yell but let me thru dead guy still there covered about 11 hours ago from txt
@Candystriper @SwtnsnLght @Shady12 @YanceyWray walking to the bridge with the baby M&D&Rob meeting me. about 12 hours ago from web
@BigRobM all right I'll go now about 12 hours ago from web
@BigRobM are you crazy I can't walk 35 blocks carrying Stevie tell mom she's nuts about 12 hours ago from web
More shooting I think there's a dead guy in the street but cops are there about 12 hours ago from web
@Candystriper call as soon as you get this emergency your mom called looking 4 you about 13 hours ago from web
@BigRobM bite I mean. about 13 hours ago from web
@BigRobM try them again in a minute. Dude it's not terrorists they blow stuff up they don't bit people. about 13 hours ago from web in reply to BigRobM
Channel 12 is saying that they have the bitey people “contained” but I just heard like four gun shots all the way down here. about 13 hours ago from web
@BigRobM call mom and dad they're over near you and can't get here about 14 hours ago from web in reply to BigRobM
@BigRobM where are you right now? Are you watching tv? about 14 hours ago from web
@SwtnsnLght Don't know... about 14 hours ago via web in reply to SwtnsnLght
@Shady12 call me when you get there. about 14 hours ago in reply to Shady12
Ch12 says stay inside mntl ptnts but a min later they ran statement from NG that its a cult but they have it under cntrl stay inside. about 14 hours ago from web
@Candystriper answer your phone yo about 14 hours ago from web
@Candystriper did you go to work today? What's going on at the hosp? about 15 hours ago via web
Mom called and said there were soldiers downtown and they won't let them thru and to stay here about 15 hours ago via web
@SwtnsnLght where are you right now? about 15 hours ago via web in reply to SwtnsnLght
@Shady12 where are you right now? about 15 hours ago via web in reply to Shady12
Channel 12 dude said it's zombies. But they cut to cmrcl and when came back it was a diff dude and that one said it was mntl ptnts again. about 16 hours ago from web
@YanceyWray WTF? about 16 hours ago from web in reply to YanceyWray
@YanceyWray channel 12 news just said some shit about mental patients biting people. CNN's talking about sports. about 16 hours ago from web in reply to YanceyWray
Worst diaper load ever about 16 hours ago from web
@SwtnsnLght you're real funny about 16 hours ago from web in reply to SwtnsnLght
What is up with the sirens and the roads? Anybody know? about 17 hours ago from web
@Shady12 some shit going on near the hsptl & the roads are being closed. M&D are going the long way around so it'll be a while. about 17 hours ago from web in reply to Shady12
Lots of sirens for a sunday. about 17 hours ago from web
Getting in the shower while baby bro still asleep about 17 hours ago from web
@SwtnsnLght Woohoo party pics! I look good Tim looks druuuuunk lol. #TimBdayBash09 about 18 hours ago from web
@Shady12 mom and dad went to church and left the baby here. :-( But maybe after they get back about 18 hours ago from web in reply to Shady12
@Shady12 msg me when you're up about 18 hours ago from web
I'm up great party last night! about 18 hours ago from web
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