|Zombie Apocalypse Days
Author: jak3combat PM
Me and my fellow survivors have acted in the first days of the Apocalypse. Now that we have a great, remote fort, we have two more things to survive; ourselves and eachother.Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Drama - Chapters: 9 - Words: 2,256 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-05-12 - Published: 08-30-12 - id: 8480157
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A/N: I decided to do a new story about zombies while reading The Zombie Survival Guide, so I guess that this is what this story is going under. And this story will have four 'Days' per chapter.
The news said something about a triple homicide, all decapitations, in a rural part of Florida. I called up Logan, James, and Jacob. We agreed to meet up tomorrow and find out more about these killings. I prepared my crossbow and lever-action rifle, just in case. Note to self: go get more bullets and bolts.
Met with the others today, and before I left, the News noted about a, weird, homicide. A guy was partially eaten, while still alive. The killer attacked the police and had to be shot. He took a bullet to his chest but was able to maul an officer before getting shot in the head. Logan and James went ahead to our designated safe place, to start building our fort. Bought the concrete and steel a few weeks ago, so it should be there already. Samantha caught up with us and decided to leave with us, if the situation gets worse.
The situation, indeed, has gotten worse. I killed a zombie that was beating on my door with my rifle, and I left. Grabbed my supplies, all of the food in the house was put in the truck, along with any medical supplies and a few 50 gallon buckets of water. Picked up Jacob first, and we had 10 more pounds of food, 30 gallons of water, and some antibiotics. Samantha got in after James, and the three of us drove over to the site. Took a while, as we had to go to the docks and hook up with James, who I called earlier and told him to meet us there. James was on the boat I bought, and we loaded it up with our supplies. The trip to my island was almost uneventful, all that was needed was to go all the way around it so that we could safely dock the boat. We tied up, got out, and brought some stuff to the site, which I was glad to see as we already had two walls put up with the rest of the group working nonstop.
Our house was finished. It's a two story, concrete reinforced house with a trapdoor under a rug in the living room and in the ceiling of my room. That way, incase we need to get into a hiding spot, we could. Unloaded the rest of the supplies and I listened to the radio for a while. We were really smart to leave when we did, now Florida has at least 10,000 zombies roaming it. The military blew up bridges leading in and out of the state, and declaired martial law. Like it's actually going to help, a zombie could get into the Gulf or the Atlantic and end up in Texas, Mexico, or any other state/country along the coast. Divided up the watches for pirates and stray zombies. This island was barely inhabited, but still had about a hundred people on it.