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This is a zombie story.
This is not an action story, but there is action.
This is not a story about romance, but there is romance.
This is not a story about a small group of survivors gunning their way through a crowd of undead like tissue paper, though that may very well happen.
This is a story about how people react when the world is coming to an end.
This is a zombie story
This shouldn't be happening. It doesn't work this way. The world isn't some movie.
"Ms. Rose, earth to Ms. Rose?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine. You can call me Rose, that's what my friends call me." We're hiding in my office. There's a bunch of those things outside. We have weapons, medical supplies, and that's it. Just remain calm. I think Amanda is working out a plan.
We should run for it, no we should stay put, no we should run for it, no we should stay put, no we should run for it…
Yeah, she looks like she's thinking. I'll just wait for her.
*Crash*
BACK DOOR! FORGOT! I grab the hockey stick and go for the noise. There's two of 'them' there, and I swing for the one closest to me. Okay, that looks like a lethal blow to the head, and it slumping over confirms that. So these things can die, they're just
I just killed someone. I just killed someone and I didn't even think of them as a person until after I was done.
Okay, Rose took one down, and I can take this one down with one solid swing I bet. Okay, it's dead. Why is Rose on the ground? "Rose, are you all right? Did they hurt you?" She just sort of stares straight ahead, unblinking. Okay, this is seriously freaking me out. With that door down, we need to get moving. "Rose, c'mon, we need to move. We might be able to head for the gym, things might be safe there." I start shaking her. "Rose, snap out of it! We need to get moving! More of those things could be here soon!" Just leave her. No, why would I do that! If she won't move, she's just going to slow me down; she'll get both of us killed. I can't leave her though, that wouldn't be right. "Rose, MOVE!" She just sort of stares at me.
"I killed somebody. I killed somebody without even thinking about it." She's sounds unnaturally hollow.
"Whatever that thing was, it stopped being Human long ago! These things stopped being human! And if we don't move, we won't be either! Now get up!" She hands me the hockey stick, still covered in blood.
"Here, you take it. I'll come, but I can't kill again. Won't." She stands up.
"Fine, I understand. Just… stay close, okay? You're the first human I've seen since this mess started. I don't want to lose anyone. We'll talk once were safe, alright?" She just sort of nods. We head down towards the gym, trying to keep quite.
This is not an action story, but there is action.
This is not a story about romance, but there is romance.
This is not a story about a small group of survivors gunning their way through a crowd of undead like tissue paper, though that may very well happen.
This is a story about how people react when the world is coming to an end.
This is a zombie story
Rose
This shouldn't be happening. It doesn't work this way. The world isn't some movie.
"Ms. Rose, earth to Ms. Rose?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine. You can call me Rose, that's what my friends call me." We're hiding in my office. There's a bunch of those things outside. We have weapons, medical supplies, and that's it. Just remain calm. I think Amanda is working out a plan.
Amanda
We should run for it, no we should stay put, no we should run for it, no we should stay put, no we should run for it…
Rose
Yeah, she looks like she's thinking. I'll just wait for her.
*Crash*
BACK DOOR! FORGOT! I grab the hockey stick and go for the noise. There's two of 'them' there, and I swing for the one closest to me. Okay, that looks like a lethal blow to the head, and it slumping over confirms that. So these things can die, they're just
I just killed someone. I just killed someone and I didn't even think of them as a person until after I was done.
Amanda
Okay, Rose took one down, and I can take this one down with one solid swing I bet. Okay, it's dead. Why is Rose on the ground? "Rose, are you all right? Did they hurt you?" She just sort of stares straight ahead, unblinking. Okay, this is seriously freaking me out. With that door down, we need to get moving. "Rose, c'mon, we need to move. We might be able to head for the gym, things might be safe there." I start shaking her. "Rose, snap out of it! We need to get moving! More of those things could be here soon!" Just leave her. No, why would I do that! If she won't move, she's just going to slow me down; she'll get both of us killed. I can't leave her though, that wouldn't be right. "Rose, MOVE!" She just sort of stares at me.
"I killed somebody. I killed somebody without even thinking about it." She's sounds unnaturally hollow.
"Whatever that thing was, it stopped being Human long ago! These things stopped being human! And if we don't move, we won't be either! Now get up!" She hands me the hockey stick, still covered in blood.
"Here, you take it. I'll come, but I can't kill again. Won't." She stands up.
"Fine, I understand. Just… stay close, okay? You're the first human I've seen since this mess started. I don't want to lose anyone. We'll talk once were safe, alright?" She just sort of nods. We head down towards the gym, trying to keep quite.
Ah yes, that promised "How people react to the end of the world" thing. Figured at least a few people would have an issue with killing the undead, made sense for the nurse to be one of them.
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