#zombie apocalpse

[artbyblastweave]

[random-bookquotes]

Because in some small, annoying manner- I will always love you. I can only hope that the zombie apocalypse begins on your wedding day.

Melissa May, Aim for the Head

[artbyblastweave]

Something that I haven’t seen that I’d be interested in seeing or perhaps doing:

A zombie apocalypse story, with a similar scope and scale to The Walking Dead, except instead of focusing on a nomadic group of survivors, it focuses on the population of a single, small town; a place that’s small and out-of-the-way enough that the problem is going to reach them eventually, but with plenty of warning, and with a much more gradual ramp-up to the point of things being obviously apocalyptic.

A small-town soap opera that tries to scrape along even as it’s derailed by the slaughter of tertiary characters. Stand by Me if the body got up and tried to eat the plucky young protagonists on their bildungsroman. The sinking, gradual realization that the town might be a dead end, but so is everywhere else. The illusion of normalcy, the continual maintenance and upkeep of a town that used to be, at best, a launchpad to elsewhere. The growing, creeping dread that you might be stuck with these people, because these might be most of the people left in the world.

[blackash-hq]

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[kreativethoughts94-blog]

okay, the radio stations my parents listen to has been finiky lately, and you know what that means - first the radio station, than the cell towers - it is the beginning of the zombie apocalpse. Of course, being an (almost, sorta college graduate (in a few years), I would be in a zombie proof shelter). Now, any parent would show concern for this theory.

But not my dad, who stated: Let the zombies come, I want to introduce them to you.

 I turn to my dad. I turn to my mom. You realize your husband just sold your daughter to a mindless idiot, right?

My mom just stares at us, like she's a zombie, stating she doesn't know how she feels about it.

[musings-of-a-writer]

Prompt: Your best friend wakes you up in the middle of the night, hands you a pistol, and says, “Don’t ask questions, just follow me." What happens next?

Takes place one year before chapter 1 of To Catch and Fall

It had been a hard day.

Not just for me, but for everyone in our camp. One of the younger members of our group, a fourteen-year-old boy named Eli, came down with a nasty case of the flu a few weeks back. The flu is definitely nothing new, but with the way things are, medication can be hard to come by and the poor diets we have definitely don’t help in aiding the body against fighting pathogens. Eli came down with the sickness hard and has only progressively gotten worse; so much so that he’s been quarantined to his own tent.

Eli is a sweet boy. A little on the smaller side for his age but his heart is huge. He came to our group a year ago after his parents sacrificed themselves so he could escape. He grew on us quick and has been a big part of our group ever since.

That’s why is suffering is so hard on the lot of us. We care for this young boy so much, and it pains me to see him suffer from something that typically would be so treatable. We’ve run out of medication, the last of it being used two days before, and the runs to look for more have proven futile. This particular winter has been hard, and our best chance of finding more medication involves traveling farther distances; something Jared is reluctant to do.

I’m lying in my sleeping bag, having gone to bed hours ago. Sleep is proving to be fruitless, as I turn around in my sleeping bag for the umpteenth time that night. Charlie snores quietly beside my pillow, sprawled out on his back and his limbs splayed in every direction. If only I could sleep as easily as he. I shift onto my back a heave a sigh, staring at the roof of our tent.

I’m counting sheep in my head when Emery appears beside me, a hood obscuring her face. Her unexpected appearance startles me and I jump, my heartbeat stopping in my chest and a sound akin to a gasp escaping my throat.

“Oh, sorry!” Emery whisper shouts at me.

I sit up, a hand on my chest and say, “What the hell are you doing?”

In answer she grabs one of my hands and thrusts a pistol into my palm. “Don’t ask questions, just follow me!” She gets up and makes a stealthy exit out of the tent.

I grab my shoes and slip them on, grumbling under my breath. Charlie stares up at me, his head tilted to the side. “Stay,” I tell him, sticking the pistol into the back of my pants and grabbing my jacket before quietly leaving the tent.

“Can you please explain to me what is going on?”

Instead of answering my question, Emery only motions for me to follow her as she takes off into the darkness. I sigh and follow after her, cupping my hands and blowing warm air into them, wishing I would have thought to grab my gloves.

We walk in silence as we venture farther and farther into the city. The air is cold and crisp, the stars shining brightly above us in the company of a full moon. While it’s been a rather rough winter, the snow level has remained relatively low; what little snow that does lie on the ground frozen over from the nighttime temperatures.

I keep my eyes out for Walkers, thankful that their activity is reduced at night. We’ve been walking for almost a half hour before I finally turn to Emery, impatience and exhaustion wearing away at me. “I know you said ‘don’t ask questions’ but it’s late, I’m cold, I haven’t slept, and I would really like to know why we’re wandering the streets right now so can you please just tell me why you’ve dragged me out here?!”

Emery rolls her eyes at me and says, “Since when have you been one to turn down an adventure?”

“Is that what this is? An adventure?”

“Of sorts,” she replies.

I stop walking and cross my arms, grumpy and dissatisfied with her vagueness. “Why can’t you just tell me where we’re going?” I say, exasperated.

“Okay, fine,” she says, turning around and throwing her hands in the air. She rummages around in her backpack and pulls out a couple cans of food, my eyes widening at the sight. “We’re going to get medication for Eli.”

“How are we going to do that with food? Besides, we’ve already been out and looked—,” realization dawns in my head and I uncross my arms, a look of disapproval marring my features. “We’re going to make a trade, aren’t we?”

Emery has the decency to look sheepish as she nods her head at me. “On patrol earlier today I came across this guy who said he would give me medication in exchange for food—I could tell he desperately needed some. And Eli is just so sick and it pains me to see him suffering and I just . . . decided to take him up on his offer.”

My face softens and I sigh, grabbing Emery’s arm and giving it a light squeeze. “I know you want to help Eli—we all do, but this . . . this is dangerous; we don’t know this guy.”

“Why do you think I brought you with me? Besides, it’s not like we’re not armed. So what do you say? Will you help me?”

I stare at Emery for a moment, knowing that venturing through the city of Portland at night definitely isn’t something she would voluntarily do if she had the choice. But her face is set in determination and besides, she’s right; when am I ever one to turn down an adventure?

“Of course I will.”

Emery’s body relaxes and she heaves a sound of relief. “Thank you,” she says. “Now c’mon, I told that guy I’d be there by now.”

The exchange goes smoothly. The guy Emery found is nothing more than an elderly , emaciated man that looked like nothing more than a walking skeleton. Once we make it back to camp, we immediately head for Eli's tent, only to be greeted by Nova instead, sorrow reflecting off her features.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her, a sense of foreboding already forming in my gut.

She shakes her head sadly, grief flashing in her eyes. “Eli has left us tonight.”

“Left? What do you mean?” Emery says.

“The sickness has claimed him, and he certainly won’t be the last.” She walks pass us and disappears into Jared’s tent.

Emery fists the medication out of her pocket and gives it a long look before throwing it on the ground and walking away. I pick the medication up, storing it away into my pockets to give to Nova at another time.

Sure I have acknowledged the unfairness of the world we’ve been thrust into before, but now, with Eli’s death so surreal—the first of anyone in our group—do I realize that in order to survive in this life there can be no room for weakness, and I vow to myself right there and then to fight to stay alive, no matter the cost, because in my mind, weakness has now become synonymous with death.

[itssimplyashleyy-blog-blog]

My conversations...

Him: We should do the Zombie Run in Philly. Then we could survive a Zombie Apocolypse together ;)

Me: But what if I get eaten??

Him: Oh well ;)

Me: Whaaaaaat? You wouldn't try to save me??

Him: Well if you get eaten there's not much else I can do!

Me: You could let me eat you and we could live a long happy life as zombies together!! :)