Zedpocalypse Prologue
#2 of Zedpocalypse Season 1
Authors note: There is gore and revenge in this chapter. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Sweat dripped down the bridge my nose as this hellish and hot summer day reached its peak. I was heading over to my ex's house. Before you assume anything, I am not going over to apologize to her about the errors of my ways that I had made while we were dating. I was an angry guy today and I was dealing with this survivor for the last time.
This is after the zombie apocalypse started. The apocalypse has been going on for about 6 months now. The reason being most of the teens of today were immune to the aerial virus at the time of the Outbreak.
I saw some undead about 200 feet from her house. They seemed to have a purpose in their limping walk. I watched and waited. 'Yup,' I thought. 'They were headed to the safe house at her house.'
"Dammit", I whispered to myself. I readied my trusty fire axe and waited. A little bit later I heard a yell for help along with rapid gunfire. I started sneaking up behind the milling undead, less than 50 feet away.
Then I glimpsed the reason for the yell through the rotten arms and torsos. A short blonde was attempting to hold the attacking zombies off outside of her home. She had an AK-47. How she had one I didn't have any idea why. Those are extra rare to come by nowadays. Apparently so was the ammo because she had just run out of bullets. She pulled out a machete, slicing any zombies who got too close.
Oh, yeah, some zombies are gifted with smarts and know battle tactics quite well. They were termed with the nickname "smarty". The smarties were 7-plus-foot-tall natural-made zombie leaders. They were on the top of the zombie pecking order. Some chemical given off in their brains made them grow a few feet taller and a lot tougher. Before the outbreak, they were on the bottom of everything. Now they are the fear of the whole state, and are badass to match. The most gifted smarty is the one we nicknamed "Pezz". He is the commander of the entire zed force in Washington State. Don't ask why that's his nickname, it just fit.
I kept hidden until she was almost overtaken by the undead and their squad leader. I then jumped out from behind the bush and ran up to the smarty and beheaded him with a single heavy slice (a sharp blade is a happy one). Blood spurted out of its neck and got everywhere instantly. Before the body was on the ground, I was swinging my axe and yelling wildly. I cleared a path to her quickly with my axe. I turned around and the gap was already closing up. There had to have been at least 30 to 40 zeds. I asked, "Happy to see me?" she didn't reply but just kept slashing at the leaderless persistent zombies. Because the zombies had no smarty to lead them, they went back to what they do best: attack us 'til they (or us) were dead. With my axe, though, we easily dispatched them. With dead undead surrounding us, she turned to me and swung her arms around my neck and made to kiss me.
I stopped her, saying, "That was over more than a year and a half ago. I've been done with that"
"Why?" she demanded.
"Doesn't matter. I came here for a reason other than that"
"What, sexy?
Her attempts at flirting didn't work and I growled. "Stop, seriously. I didn't come to see you. I came for another reason"
Still flirting, she said "what did you want me to do for you, baby?"
"Stop! I came here for one reason; to get rid of you."
With that statement I pulled my suppressed Ruger Mk. 3 out of its holster and pointed it at her.
"Goodbye".
She didn't even have time to react.
I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. I opened my eyes after a light "tunk" and the "tinkalink" of a falling shell. A tear rolled down my cheek and I cleared my mind and walked away.