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Authors: S.P. Durnin
Tags: post apocalyptic, Zombie Apocalypse, post apocalyptic romance, zombie outbreak, zombie survival, zombie romance, zombie action adventure, zombie humor, keep your crowbar handy, post apocalypse humor
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arms, unconsciously
pushing her breasts together slightly. “Not funny.”
Jake shrugged and rose to his feet, still
focused on the child-corpse. “You know what's really sad? This
happened, all over the world, even before the zombies appeared.
It's just that nobody noticed unless it was plastered all over the
5:00 pm news. Human beings have been victimizing and murdering each
other since the dawn of history, since before written language was
invented if we want to be brutally honest about it. The only
difference is that now, it's right in our faces. All day. Every
day. Kind of make you wonder what people are going to be like after
all of this. Will we improve, or just stagnate in the brutality of
it all and let civilization go swirling. I wonder if there will be
anyone left in a few years to even worry about things like
that...”
“Wow, that's some great pillow talk. I bet
all the girls line up to listen to you wax all moralistic and
stuff.” Cho nudged him gently with one arm. “Come on, we'll
survive. As a species, I mean. Take our little group—”
“Do I have to?” He asked her dryly.
Kat smiled and motioned towards the back
door. “Smart-ass. What I mean is, we're doing alright. Yeah, we've
stepped right in it a few times, but we're all still here. Still
alive. Members of our group haven't tried to kill each other, and
we've been able to deal with most of the dangerous crap we've
encountered so far.”
Following her swaying hips, Jake considered
that for a moment.
“What about Mike and Nichole?” he asked.
“Ppppft...” Kat flicked her fingers and
checked the backyard. “They were never actually part of the group,
per say. Just selfish users. And pervs besides. Dead weight. Good
riddance to both of them, if you ask me. Don't give those two a
second thought.”
They trotted past a trampoline out back and,
after checking the next yard, jumped the fence. Jake thought about
Kat's words as they moved from house to house, avoiding the
occasional stray ghoul, rummaging through the abandoned domiciles
and moving ever southward. He wasn't so sure responsibility for
what happened with the two addicts they'd expelled from their
group, back when they'd been sheltering within Foster's Columbus
safe-house, didn't fall squarely on his shoulders.
It would take them a full day to circle
around the town of Bainbridge at their current pace, carnivorous
obstacles notwithstanding, and Jake would have plenty of time to
ponder the subject.
* * *
Sara missed ice cream.
That was something most people didn’t think
about, pre-disaster. All the stuff they would miss if the world
finally went to shit.
She’d been on the road for a while after
leaving her house outside Winthrop, roughly forty-five miles
east/south-east of Minneapolis. Her home had been kind of secluded,
but eventually the hungry dead fuckers had spread into her area as
well. There had been far too many to even consider fighting, so
she’d hefted her hiking pack and bugged out. Sara had kept to the
woods and back roads, killing quite a few stray infected along the
way with her SOG Fasthawk to avoid making any undue noise, and
headed away from population centers.
She thought about what she’d do for a
double-scoop of Moose Tracks as she fished the bottle of Absolut
out of the water. She’d camped that night next to a stream feeding
into Huron Lake, south of Route 60, and was well east of Sioux
Falls to avoid its large concentration of the dead. That being the
case, she was certain none of the creatures were about. No prey in
the area, no predators, ya know?
When she’d raided an abandoned Stop-n-Go
along the highway two nights back where she acquired a bag of
Turkey Jerky, a four-pack of cheap, disposable lighters and—to her
delight—an unopened bottle of top-shelf vodka from the manager’s
office, all of it went into her pack. She’d left said bottle dunked
in the stream all day to cool, after tying it to a large rock with
some 550
pushing her breasts together slightly. “Not funny.”
Jake shrugged and rose to his feet, still
focused on the child-corpse. “You know what's really sad? This
happened, all over the world, even before the zombies appeared.
It's just that nobody noticed unless it was plastered all over the
5:00 pm news. Human beings have been victimizing and murdering each
other since the dawn of history, since before written language was
invented if we want to be brutally honest about it. The only
difference is that now, it's right in our faces. All day. Every
day. Kind of make you wonder what people are going to be like after
all of this. Will we improve, or just stagnate in the brutality of
it all and let civilization go swirling. I wonder if there will be
anyone left in a few years to even worry about things like
that...”
“Wow, that's some great pillow talk. I bet
all the girls line up to listen to you wax all moralistic and
stuff.” Cho nudged him gently with one arm. “Come on, we'll
survive. As a species, I mean. Take our little group—”
“Do I have to?” He asked her dryly.
Kat smiled and motioned towards the back
door. “Smart-ass. What I mean is, we're doing alright. Yeah, we've
stepped right in it a few times, but we're all still here. Still
alive. Members of our group haven't tried to kill each other, and
we've been able to deal with most of the dangerous crap we've
encountered so far.”
Following her swaying hips, Jake considered
that for a moment.
“What about Mike and Nichole?” he asked.
“Ppppft...” Kat flicked her fingers and
checked the backyard. “They were never actually part of the group,
per say. Just selfish users. And pervs besides. Dead weight. Good
riddance to both of them, if you ask me. Don't give those two a
second thought.”
They trotted past a trampoline out back and,
after checking the next yard, jumped the fence. Jake thought about
Kat's words as they moved from house to house, avoiding the
occasional stray ghoul, rummaging through the abandoned domiciles
and moving ever southward. He wasn't so sure responsibility for
what happened with the two addicts they'd expelled from their
group, back when they'd been sheltering within Foster's Columbus
safe-house, didn't fall squarely on his shoulders.
It would take them a full day to circle
around the town of Bainbridge at their current pace, carnivorous
obstacles notwithstanding, and Jake would have plenty of time to
ponder the subject.
* * *
Sara missed ice cream.
That was something most people didn’t think
about, pre-disaster. All the stuff they would miss if the world
finally went to shit.
She’d been on the road for a while after
leaving her house outside Winthrop, roughly forty-five miles
east/south-east of Minneapolis. Her home had been kind of secluded,
but eventually the hungry dead fuckers had spread into her area as
well. There had been far too many to even consider fighting, so
she’d hefted her hiking pack and bugged out. Sara had kept to the
woods and back roads, killing quite a few stray infected along the
way with her SOG Fasthawk to avoid making any undue noise, and
headed away from population centers.
She thought about what she’d do for a
double-scoop of Moose Tracks as she fished the bottle of Absolut
out of the water. She’d camped that night next to a stream feeding
into Huron Lake, south of Route 60, and was well east of Sioux
Falls to avoid its large concentration of the dead. That being the
case, she was certain none of the creatures were about. No prey in
the area, no predators, ya know?
When she’d raided an abandoned Stop-n-Go
along the highway two nights back where she acquired a bag of
Turkey Jerky, a four-pack of cheap, disposable lighters and—to her
delight—an unopened bottle of top-shelf vodka from the manager’s
office, all of it went into her pack. She’d left said bottle dunked
in the stream all day to cool, after tying it to a large rock with
some 550
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