The Diary Of a Zombie Apocalypse

May 30, 2011

Level 28

Dear Spade, Day 1.
Are people moving slowly these days or is it just me? Sports, youtube, stores, and almost everywhere people are slowing down. Either somethings wrong or almost everybody had one too many doughnuts. Also, I've noticed that the ammount of stalking in Philly has gone up by 67%. Maybe the birth rate of Playboy Bunnies went up...
By the end of today, I am really getting worried. Car crashes are happening once every 10 minuets. The maximum patients in almost every hospital is filled. The streets aren't filled as much as useual as I start walking to my night shift. When I get there, it just passed 12:00pm, 1 hour after I was soposed to get there, but no one is here. Before I can ask my boss, he rushes into the room, sweating like crazy, with a gun in one hand and a votca in the other.
"They.. their comming." He slurs out. "Who they?" I say wiping the spit and alcohol mixture from my face. "The emploies all called sick days.... all but you." He rushes through the sentance spraying me again. "Who they?" I restate the question as if he didn't hear me the first time. Before he could answer, he puts the gun to his head and fires. I could almost hear him say "Z's" be fore he emptied the magazine into his head. Now I am wiping spit, alcohol, and blood from my face, disgusted.
Out of the cornor of my see a man open the door and quickly shut it behind him. I slide the body of my former boss around the counter and quickly mop up some of the blood on the floor. "Hello sir, what would you like today?" Forgetting that it is accualy tonight. I tie on my apron and pull out a small note book. I quickly size up the man. He has a stripped fadora on top of his bald head. He is highly over weight in his stomac but looks as if he hadn't eaten in a couple of days. I notice I've been staring at him, and I quickly put on a smile before he looks up. "Biggest hamburger you got, and a beer on tap." I write that all down and walk over to the kitchen, stumbling over the bosses body. I clip the order on a wire and wheel it into the kitchen. Then I realize I am the only one here.
After 10 minuets, I put his order on a plate and lunge over the body and over to him. I place the plate infront of him and he takes a huge bite. "Thanks sonny." He says. I find that interesting since he is maybe 5 years older than me. "Could you turn on the news?" He says pointing at a currently black screen. Giving him a quick smirk, I walk over to the T.V. and turn it on. 'Is it disaster, or is it a mirical? Christians are calling it Judgement day, parading the streets in cloth garments.' I glance out side and see maybe 5 people walking down the street, the town isn't all the jazzed about beliving. I belive, but I rather have fun living freely. 'Natasha with the news.' The screen turns to a balcony, with a crowd clawing at it from below. 'This is Natasha Brickens here. As you can see below these people aren't really people anymore. Their Zombies.' I could almost here her gulp on the word. 'Police are demanding that you stay inside and find a wepon around the house or building. This is Natasha Brickens, reporting to you live.' Now it is my turn to gulp. She is really, really, really hot. I turn around to see the man taking two massive boxes from his cheast, decreasing his weight drasticly. I walk over slowly and notice he is accualy about 150lbs. I can hear metal against metal from inside the boxes. "Pick one." He says, opening a box full of gun parts.
I have no idea what to say! I know very little about guns: size, weight, power, ammo consumption, ect. I notice letters are one some of the parts. 'A' is a barrel of one gun, 'F' is some type of hilt of a differnt type of gun. After 10 minuets, I have all the A-G parts togeather, making a nice coglomeration of fire power. "One?" I say enving at least two. "I'm probably going to die anyway, so pic three then." At first I think its a joke but I look up and he's dead serious. "Can I try them out?" I say. With a nod of his head I am taking aim at moldy spots at the wall. I fire a small pistol and I could almost hear my eardrum pop. Thankfuly it didn't because I can hear the man laughing to himself. I try the pump action shotgun and it almost takes my arm off. No laughter makes me decide to keep the shotgun. After trying all of them out, I have the small pistol, the shotgun, and a heavy duty assualt rifle. I am about to leave when he the man grabs my shoulder. "Can I come with?" I don't want to bring him but he has a lot of guns. We walk/run to my house. Boarding up the windows and doors, we drain out the rest of the day.

May 30, 2011