The town was practically deserted, though it didn’t have much before the outbreak. There were trees to both sides of the road; a car hadn’t used it for decades, only foot traffic. I’ve noticed in my experiences that there are two types of survivors, those who are still alive because they’ve never been bitten, and those that are still alive because they are immune to whatever the fuck is causing this. Chris and I fit into the latter; we’ve both been bitten several times but never turned, out friends haven’t been so lucky. Sometimes we’d jokingly say it’s because of intellect.
“Now leaving Lakewood” said a sign up ahead, Chris took some spraypaint out of his bag and scrawled hastily “finally!” We both shared a laugh at his statement to no one in particular, we saw a figure in the distance, it was slow, clearly a zombie. “can I have this one?” I asked, gripping the neck to my bass “sure, whatever man.” He said. I ran excitedly over to the business suit clad zombie who was missing his lower jaw. I swung my bass high above my head and the bass came crashing down into the man’s cranium. A satisfying crack was audible even from where Chris stood. My face lit up as I bashed his brains in, hitting him again and again and again.
Finally there was nothing but a mound of flesh and bones and skin, Chris caught up with me now “Have fun?” “hehe, yeah.” I said grinning, going back onto the road to continue walking away from Lakewood. The day seemed too calm for what I just did, but I was always a psychotic individual, a free pass to kill certainly didn’t slow that down. The sun was shining bright on this hot Washington day, a rarity even in the middle of summer. We both wore heavy coats which made traveling now extremely difficult.
The sun was beginning to fall on the small town and we knew we had to find shelter. Night doesn’t make them come out more, but it does make them a bitch to see. “we should find some shelter” I said calmly to Chris “I know where my brother’s old apartment is, let’s go, follow me.” I signaled for him to follow and started walking down a different street, walking at a steady pace. I saw in the distance a figure, if it wasn’t for the awful posture and complete lack of a left arm, I might’ve thought it was human.
I’m not sure I was entirely honest when I said the thing was missing an arm, he still had it, but it was hanging by a tendon; hanging by a thread, some would say. He walked slowly toward us, chris didn’t hesitate for a second, he unsheathed his katana and strolled casually toward the walking cadaver. “Hey there buddy” he said nicely “looking for something?” he poked at the string, finally plucking it with a single swipe; the arm fell to the ground. “I know what you’re thinking” he said casually “that was underhanded, I know, but I just couldn’t stand to leave you hanging like that.” He continued “besides have you seen yourself? I think we both know who won this arms race” “Chris I swear to Christ if you make one more pun I’m gonna bury ya” I said with a cackle “well alright I guess this has gone on long enough, sayonara padre” Chris chuckled and with a final swipe the zombies head popped off; creating a short fountain of blood.
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