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Story: Zombies!
10 years ago
I figure I'll post shorter stories here in the journal, for feedback, critique and stuff. They're not worth wasting an entire submission over for something barely 400 words, you know?
This is a short zombie story, featuring certain people in my life. None are named, but if you know me, you probably know them. I figure they'll forgive me.
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The brown bear’s left fist punctured the face cleanly. His knuckles, drenched in blood, pushed past the back of the skull of the last zombie and, with a grunt, he pulled his hand free. The now-decapitated creature slumped to the ground. “That’s the last of them!” He wiped his hand on the wall as he tried to keep his usual ensemble clean - jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt.
Outside, the sounds of shuffling and moaning were punctuated with the occasional piercing shriek. The bear peeked out the living room window from the simple two bedroom apartment, owned by the badger and panda couple who were hip deep in drawers.
“Where’s my sword? Or the knives?” The panda shrieked. Her shirt was caked red in blood, as were her jeans. The plastic guitar she clutched in her hand was in tatters. Black plastic pieces and electronic parts were embedded in the zombie near her feet - the remnants of the pizza delivery fox. He had just delivered their pizza.
The badger upended another drawer, growling. “I can’t find them! Did we sell those or lose them in the move?” His t-shirt and shorts were pristine, the dust from digging through the bedroom notwithstanding. “I bet our roomie had it. Doesn’t he have an arsenal in there or something?”
Behind the bear, a waifish cow girl shivered quietly in the chair. Her tight jeans and shirt were protected by an oversized bright hoodie. Her eyes scanned the room over and over, looking for any sign of a breach in the defenses,
One of the shelves in the room, damaged from the previous attack, started its ascent to a horizontal state with a loud creak. The badger glanced upward and quickly jumped back, putting his rump through the coffee table. His crotch narrowly avoided the sword display that was sitting atop the bookshelf as it tumbled to the ground with a loud thud. The cow jumped and screamed until the bear bellowed, “Shut up!”.
Silence reigned.
The bear peeked out the window again. A mutilated, bleeding paw smashed its way through the glass and grab the bear by the arm.”Get it off, get it off!” yelled the bear as he jerked backward. The badger stumbled and grabbed the shortest blade from the ground.
“Hold on, Tam!”
The blade was raised, then lowered. The arm came off, and the bear fell backwards, landing on the couch.
“They’re coming - about a half dozen of them.”
This is a short zombie story, featuring certain people in my life. None are named, but if you know me, you probably know them. I figure they'll forgive me.
_____
The brown bear’s left fist punctured the face cleanly. His knuckles, drenched in blood, pushed past the back of the skull of the last zombie and, with a grunt, he pulled his hand free. The now-decapitated creature slumped to the ground. “That’s the last of them!” He wiped his hand on the wall as he tried to keep his usual ensemble clean - jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt.
Outside, the sounds of shuffling and moaning were punctuated with the occasional piercing shriek. The bear peeked out the living room window from the simple two bedroom apartment, owned by the badger and panda couple who were hip deep in drawers.
“Where’s my sword? Or the knives?” The panda shrieked. Her shirt was caked red in blood, as were her jeans. The plastic guitar she clutched in her hand was in tatters. Black plastic pieces and electronic parts were embedded in the zombie near her feet - the remnants of the pizza delivery fox. He had just delivered their pizza.
The badger upended another drawer, growling. “I can’t find them! Did we sell those or lose them in the move?” His t-shirt and shorts were pristine, the dust from digging through the bedroom notwithstanding. “I bet our roomie had it. Doesn’t he have an arsenal in there or something?”
Behind the bear, a waifish cow girl shivered quietly in the chair. Her tight jeans and shirt were protected by an oversized bright hoodie. Her eyes scanned the room over and over, looking for any sign of a breach in the defenses,
One of the shelves in the room, damaged from the previous attack, started its ascent to a horizontal state with a loud creak. The badger glanced upward and quickly jumped back, putting his rump through the coffee table. His crotch narrowly avoided the sword display that was sitting atop the bookshelf as it tumbled to the ground with a loud thud. The cow jumped and screamed until the bear bellowed, “Shut up!”.
Silence reigned.
The bear peeked out the window again. A mutilated, bleeding paw smashed its way through the glass and grab the bear by the arm.”Get it off, get it off!” yelled the bear as he jerked backward. The badger stumbled and grabbed the shortest blade from the ground.
“Hold on, Tam!”
The blade was raised, then lowered. The arm came off, and the bear fell backwards, landing on the couch.
“They’re coming - about a half dozen of them.”
