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Short Stories Horror Dead End
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Dead End |
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| Written by Robert Quintin Penn | |
| Saturday, 22 December 2007 | |
Luck is the only thing that has allowed me to survive this long. The outbreak occurred at the worst possible time: night. I was able to gather some food, water, a flashlight and a few weapons. Baseball bat, knife, and my GLOCK 21. Where to go was my next question. Away from downtown. Everyone would be there, the police station, hospitals, markets, they would all be packed with both humans and zombies alike. I left for the edge of town, with cars heading in the other direction.
The building was a two story brick one. First floor had a mini-mart with some hardware, the second floor was like an attic. I made a makeshift bed, got an alarm clock, and boarded up the entrance.
What was surprising was the fact that there was not a body anywhere. No living humans, no undead ones, not even a mauled corpse. Why? For me it was a mystery.
At dawn, I used a rope to climb out of the second story window to search nearby houses. I found a Colt 1911A1 with one magazine and 50 rounds of .45 ACP ammo. My GLOCK had two clips one was in the gun, and one round had been chambered. This left me with two guns, and and 76 rounds. I decided to have the Colt as a backup, and carried it on a thigh holster. The other houses had a generous supply of sustenance. Back to the brick building I went only to encounter a zombie. The bat broke, but the ghoul was dead anyway. Upon returning to the upstairs room, I cut the rope.
Around 1800 HRS I saw a large group of zombies out in the street. From the window I unloaded the two GLOCK clips and the Colt. I had the magazines refilled, but I only had 10 rounds left over. Didn't matter anyway. I was going to be dead by the night.
At midnight, I heard a crash from the first floor. I ran down there to see the zombies pushing forward. I shot most of them with the Colt, and threw it at one of them as I ran upstairs. When I turned, they were already coming up the stairs. Outside, I could see at lest 50 more trying to get in. Without thinking, I spoke.
“The Lord is my Shepard,” *BAM!
“I shall not be in want,” *BAM! BAM!
“I will fear no evil.” I unloaded both clips in quick succession and grabbed my knife.
“and I will surely dwell in the house of the Lord forever...”
Just then, two hands grabbed me from behind and I fell into the crowd of zombies.
Comments (4) |
 12-22-2007 23:28, another good writer killed by zombies! blasted zombies! » Reply to this comment...  12-23-2007 05:32, good read, good build up of suspense » Reply to this comment...  12-23-2007 12:50, When I learn a story is about Zombies or Vampire's, I usually stop reading...not my bag. But it was a short story so I kept on. I thought it was good. The book and movie 'I am Legend' is the same story however. » Reply to this comment...  12-23-2007 13:20, Short and intense. » Reply to this comment... |
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