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Authors: Gary Chesla
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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too hard for him to be able to sleep.
He had prepared another three arrows to send more food out to Trish.
He studied the edge of the clearing. So far, no movement.
He looked down at the dead standing in front of the warehouse. Yesterday he had started out to use three boxes of pellets but ended up using five boxes. He had spent most of the afternoon shooting at the dead. There were only about fifty of the dead left. As long as more of them didn’t come around, he might be able to eliminate the rest of them today.
His thoughts about what Trish had said yesterday also made him work on his plan to move food and supplies around in the warehouse. His plan originally had been to be prepared in case the dead managed to get inside the warehouse. He didn’t want to end up being trapped in the little office. With his experience that the dead seemed to hang around as long as they knew you were there, if they got in the warehouse and he wasn’t prepared, he could starve to death in that little office. So he had prepared a way out of his room and places he could go to get food, supplies and weapons. He had also thought about how he could take back the warehouse from the dead.
Hearing the comments Trish made about the living, Tony thought maybe he should also start thinking about preparing in the event he had to defend himself against the living.
The sound of it, preparing to defend himself against the living, sounded strange. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. For the last year he had only thought about wanting to meet up with other living people.
He had forgotten all about the bullies in high school. It was possible some of the survivors had been bullies. In a world that was a struggle to survive, a bully would not be someone you would expect to help you. A bully would be someone that would take what you had.
Tony looked out his window and down at the zombies staggering around the warehouse.
“A bully would be like a zombie that could think!” Tony thought. “Not a good thing.”
Trish had definitely had given Tony something to think about. Tony smiled at the idea he had been naive. “How could a guy that had lived the last year in a zombie infested city be naïve to the ways of the world?”
Tony picked up his pellet gun and filled the gun with pellets. He looked around the office. He had brought a lot of extra food to the office. He now had a rifle and ten boxes of shells, two bows and half his arrows and five boxes of pellets. He felt he needed to be better prepared for anything until he learned more about what Trish had been talking about. He was concerned he had become too complacent the last few weeks living in the warehouse. From what he had experienced, life was unforgiving. He had to reassess things.
While he waited to hear from Trish, he had work to do.
Thup! Thup! Thup!
The sun was now directly overhead. Tony had used up two more boxes of pellets. There was only ten of the dead that still staggered around outside the warehouse. Tony smiled at what he had been able to do the last few days.
Farmer George still lumbered around, occasionally rumbling up to the warehouse door to bang against the warehouse and groan.
Tony felt today he would be able to finish off the last of the dead. He smiled at the thought that he might be able to go out and walk around in the grass.
Maybe he would be able to go out and meet Trish in person.
The thought made his heart beat faster.
Tony picked up his pellet gun, reloaded the gun with another half box of pellets and began firing.
He had finished up the entire box of pellets. All that remained was now Farmer George.
Tony began firing at George.
He had shot George in the head almost twenty times. He almost felt bad for George. The twenty hits to the head had done little other than piss George off.
Tony leaned the gun against the corner of the window and began to reach for the bow and arrows. He had practiced shooting the bow at
He had prepared another three arrows to send more food out to Trish.
He studied the edge of the clearing. So far, no movement.
He looked down at the dead standing in front of the warehouse. Yesterday he had started out to use three boxes of pellets but ended up using five boxes. He had spent most of the afternoon shooting at the dead. There were only about fifty of the dead left. As long as more of them didn’t come around, he might be able to eliminate the rest of them today.
His thoughts about what Trish had said yesterday also made him work on his plan to move food and supplies around in the warehouse. His plan originally had been to be prepared in case the dead managed to get inside the warehouse. He didn’t want to end up being trapped in the little office. With his experience that the dead seemed to hang around as long as they knew you were there, if they got in the warehouse and he wasn’t prepared, he could starve to death in that little office. So he had prepared a way out of his room and places he could go to get food, supplies and weapons. He had also thought about how he could take back the warehouse from the dead.
Hearing the comments Trish made about the living, Tony thought maybe he should also start thinking about preparing in the event he had to defend himself against the living.
The sound of it, preparing to defend himself against the living, sounded strange. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. For the last year he had only thought about wanting to meet up with other living people.
He had forgotten all about the bullies in high school. It was possible some of the survivors had been bullies. In a world that was a struggle to survive, a bully would not be someone you would expect to help you. A bully would be someone that would take what you had.
Tony looked out his window and down at the zombies staggering around the warehouse.
“A bully would be like a zombie that could think!” Tony thought. “Not a good thing.”
Trish had definitely had given Tony something to think about. Tony smiled at the idea he had been naive. “How could a guy that had lived the last year in a zombie infested city be naïve to the ways of the world?”
Tony picked up his pellet gun and filled the gun with pellets. He looked around the office. He had brought a lot of extra food to the office. He now had a rifle and ten boxes of shells, two bows and half his arrows and five boxes of pellets. He felt he needed to be better prepared for anything until he learned more about what Trish had been talking about. He was concerned he had become too complacent the last few weeks living in the warehouse. From what he had experienced, life was unforgiving. He had to reassess things.
While he waited to hear from Trish, he had work to do.
Thup! Thup! Thup!
The sun was now directly overhead. Tony had used up two more boxes of pellets. There was only ten of the dead that still staggered around outside the warehouse. Tony smiled at what he had been able to do the last few days.
Farmer George still lumbered around, occasionally rumbling up to the warehouse door to bang against the warehouse and groan.
Tony felt today he would be able to finish off the last of the dead. He smiled at the thought that he might be able to go out and walk around in the grass.
Maybe he would be able to go out and meet Trish in person.
The thought made his heart beat faster.
Tony picked up his pellet gun, reloaded the gun with another half box of pellets and began firing.
He had finished up the entire box of pellets. All that remained was now Farmer George.
Tony began firing at George.
He had shot George in the head almost twenty times. He almost felt bad for George. The twenty hits to the head had done little other than piss George off.
Tony leaned the gun against the corner of the window and began to reach for the bow and arrows. He had practiced shooting the bow at
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