It was some weeks after the initial outbreak of zombies that we saw our first one. You have to understand; I live in the Allegheny National Forrest in an extremely small town called Sigel. Our current population has to be less than sixty, and deep, old growth forests surround us. That's why we took little notice of the countrie’s plight. Sure, the news from outside our area went deader than a stinkbug left out in the cold, but we're used to that sort of thing. Winters can be long and hard, so you just stock up on food and fuel for the generator.
I was just thinking that it was a great time to settle down to a good book and wait for the country’s media to get back online. The last reports were disturbing, about all those city slickers …show more content…
Now, I am not going to try to fool anyone. In this isolated region, television is spotty, at best. I have watched a lot of zombie movies in my life, and I immediately put the pieces together. What I had thought was some freak hoax over the TV now became crystal clear as I pictured the creature I had so recently kicked off my cement landing.
I sped to my bedroom and pulled the Glock 9mm from my nightstand. I was shoving the magazine home just as a dull thump sounded outside the living room door. Not having time to ready any of my other guns, I hurried back into my living room and chambered a round. A series of low thumps followed as, I assume, the zombie camper was trying to figure out the door. I wasn't going to give him the chance. I twisted the knob which released the deadbolt, in a single motion, I threw open the door while swinging the gun into the open portal at head height.
Nothing was there. Panic seized me as I swiveled my weapon, looking for my quarry. A wet hand latched onto my ankle. Trying to free myself, I fell backwards, ankles still angled toward the now open door. Another hand slapped home. This time, it grasped my opposite calf. As I looked down, I could see the blood-stained mouth poised to plunge down upon my unprotected legs. I leaned to my left, swinging the Glock around and taking a desperate, wild
I was just thinking that it was a great time to settle down to a good book and wait for the country’s media to get back online. The last reports were disturbing, about all those city slickers …show more content…
Now, I am not going to try to fool anyone. In this isolated region, television is spotty, at best. I have watched a lot of zombie movies in my life, and I immediately put the pieces together. What I had thought was some freak hoax over the TV now became crystal clear as I pictured the creature I had so recently kicked off my cement landing.
I sped to my bedroom and pulled the Glock 9mm from my nightstand. I was shoving the magazine home just as a dull thump sounded outside the living room door. Not having time to ready any of my other guns, I hurried back into my living room and chambered a round. A series of low thumps followed as, I assume, the zombie camper was trying to figure out the door. I wasn't going to give him the chance. I twisted the knob which released the deadbolt, in a single motion, I threw open the door while swinging the gun into the open portal at head height.
Nothing was there. Panic seized me as I swiveled my weapon, looking for my quarry. A wet hand latched onto my ankle. Trying to free myself, I fell backwards, ankles still angled toward the now open door. Another hand slapped home. This time, it grasped my opposite calf. As I looked down, I could see the blood-stained mouth poised to plunge down upon my unprotected legs. I leaned to my left, swinging the Glock around and taking a desperate, wild