It's the Z-end: Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse CHAPTER 23

30 March 2012 16:15

I don't know if I should ask Serafin for help. He's been feeling very nervous lately, I don't know if I can trust him. And if something happens to him because of something I've thought up, I think he'd lose his mind.... I've been getting ready, getting a hammer and a mitt that's got a knife on it, it'll come in handy. I don't know how I'm going to get out there, I know I have to hit them on the head, I think the most useful thing will be the glove knife I'll waste a lot of time hitting one of those monsters repeatedly with the hammer.

I'm getting brave enough to go out there. I waited a few minutes. I want to make sure there's no more of those damn things out there, my vision doesn't cover everything. A few years ago I bought a jacket, it is made of a very resistant material, in fact it resists cuts. I took the test with a knife and I couldn't get through. If one of those motherfuckers grabs me out there, this jacket might save my life.

March 31, 2012 10:11 AM

I'm still shaking....

Yesterday I didn't have the courage to go out, I was thinking a lot about the odds I had, trying to look for future flaws in my plan and its solutions. A while ago I woke up, the first thing I did was drink a whole glass of rum before I started writing this down. I'm definitely gonna lose my mind.

Just when it's dawn, as soon as I've seen enough light, I don't know if the day makes them slow or if they move fast when they're interested, but they look a little clumsy, but this persecution can be deceiving.

My plan is total bullshit, on second thought. But it's the best I've got.

And well, it's time for me to get out. If something happens, I hope it makes enough sense what I'm writing and someone can read it.

March 31, 2012 10:24 AM

Just when I'm unlocking the door, I remember something. I think it can help me in some way out there, it's silly and absurd, I've found it looking through my childhood toys. If this works for me, I might have a better chance of getting invited. Otherwise.... I think I'll be fucked.

March 31, 2012 12:16 PM

I don't know how to write this, I don't understand how everything has changed. If I had been told less than a month ago that I would be able to do what I did out there, I would have laughed in his face. But still, I made it. I'm still alive.

As soon as I was ready, and I had removed the wooden planks. I couldn't help but laugh, I guess it was nerves. I was just about to go out there. It was an absurd idea.

When I calmed down and decided to face the inevitable. I grabbed the centerpiece of this plan, my secret weapon. He's an old furry monkey but he's got a player with melodies. It sounds a little loud, I remember my mom hiding it because of the noise it made.

With a deep exhalation I opened the door, just after I grabbed the toy with a firm grip. I threw it against my neighbor's façade, it hit the edge of the house wall with a dry sound and it fell into the street gutter. For a brief moment nothing was heard. Just when I thought my plan had gone to hell, a sound started to come out of the ditch at the foot of the wall. My toy didn't hurt me.

The effect on the infected is crazy. When they heard the sound they all turned in the direction of their origin and began to move towards it. So I had to hurry, the plan was on. I finished opening the steel gate. And for the first time in many days I went out again.

All the infected had already passed the point in front of my house. A brief glance to my right allowed me to see the back of all of them heading towards the radio with a deceptive slowness.

Just as the soldier passed by, I went after him and from the back with the knife in the mitten I stabbed him in the back of the neck, right in the back of the head.
The soldier fell to the ground with one blow, and with nerves I couldn't get his backpack off. The sweat ran down my forehead and back. Voltie went to see the infected people who had taken the radio and were beating him. It was just a matter of time before she was torn apart. Then he was going to be absolutely exposed.

Something must have caught the eye of the legless old man, because he turned in my direction. I don't know if he felt me, or listened to me.... Shit, he could even smell me... I don't know, but he turned around and saw me. With that ugly move he made as he crawled, he started to come up to me. I laughed at the moment because I was too slow. Even so, I only had a few seconds.

The old man was getting closer, faster than I thought he would, so I left out the soldier I had already managed to turn around. I grabbed my hammer and went over to him, hit him repeatedly on the head until the old man didn't move anymore, but as he hit the old man the radio started to fail and my banging made everyone look in my direction. I had to hurry. Time was running out

I grabbed the soldier's body by the backpack and started dragging it towards my gate. I didn't have time to take her purse off, I had it fastened with clips, I had to take the whole body with me. As I was approaching the gate, a woman came out from behind the car next door. Shit, I've never seen that one before. I let go of the soldier's backpack for a moment and grabbed the hammer with all my might and hit the woman's temple. I don't know if I killed her, but the truth is, she fell to the ground after a cracking sound in her head. Releasing the hammer, I grabbed the body of the soldier again and as I could, I went through the door of my house and closed it. Just in time. They were about ten feet away from me.

I left the soldier's body at the door. I laughed out loud, I don't know if it was the adrenaline or the tension. Now, I'm drinking most of the bottle. I think I'm drunk. And worst of all, now those bastards know I'm here. But I'm alive. I fucked them and I'll fuck them again tomorrow and every fucking day because they're not gonna kill me.