Zombie Apocalypse: Chapter OneMature

It seemed as if the whole world was
hungover. Clouds of smoke thickened the grey, overcast sky and a haze of red
brick-dust choked the landscape. Collapsed houses, piles of rubble, felled
skyscrapers reduced to mountain-sized heaps of ruined material on the roadside.
There were puddles of crimson pooling in the crevasses running through the
ghostly white-blue-grey cement of the pavement. The world seemed to stand

Devin, Sandy and I were still hiding
under the collapsed remains of an imploded building. We were covered in dust
and blood, our hair matted with it, our skin completely stained to rusty
red-brown. It is incredibly frightening and disgusting not knowing if the blood
covering you is your own, someone else’s or a mixture of the two. Right now it
was looking like a mixture of the two.

“Holy crap.”

Devin muttered.

“Apocalypse. The freakin’

He added, coughing, choking on the

“Do we still have our guns?”

Sandy asked, ever practical.

I realised for the first time that I
was still holding the loaded

Mamba Pistol that I’d grabbed from
the gun-cabinet when news of the rumoured apocalypse had reached us earlier
that day. Devin still had his gun, a .32 revolver and Sandy found hers, a Mamba
Pistol like mine, lying nearby.

“We have to get out of here and see
if anyone else is alive.”

I said quietly. Devin and Sandy
normally boss me around like mad, as I’m the youngest. I wasn’t used to making
decisions, but they must have decided to humour me, because they agreed.

We crawled out from underneath the
ruins of the building, cutting our hands on the broken glass from the windows,
which was scattered around the ground, and the splintered pieces of wood and

We looked into various tumbledown
remains of what had once been a city of beautiful buildings, seeing no corpses,
thankfully, but pools of crimson blood, some fresh and hot, red steaming
puddles, some dried up patches of rust-brown-red, like giant scabs on the
ground. Though I was thankful for not having to witness the sight of millions
of dead bodies, I couldn’t help but wonder how there was so much blood, but yet
not a person in sight. It was freaking all three of us out.

“No people.”

Devin said slowly.

“Thank you captain obvious.”

Sandy said, rolling her green eyes
like marbles.

They were both trying to play it cool,
joking, mocking each other, but they were both trembling. Sandy glanced at me,
her way of telling me that I was supposed to laugh at her captain obvious joke.
I gave a short, hard, manic-sounding laugh, forced as hell, but it was enough
to please Sandy.

Then we heard a noise.

A strangled, plaintive moaning coming
from a huge pile of wreckage that had once been a magnificent skyscraper. Now
it was a ground-scraper.

The End

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