#I should donate my brain scans to fresh tv…. give them ideas…

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favorite part about liking total drama is completely ignoring half of what happens in the show and making up my own stuff .

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SHTF Zombie Apocalypse Day 7- 9

SHTF: Zombie Apocalypse

-Day 7 -

Pen drop, nothing. Starting to wonder if it’s enough noise to test for unwanted guests. With how well I’ve locked up, I don’t think it would be possible to sleep through an attempted break in. Quick check through the skylight, the gate is open...My blood runs cold. There’s no fresh mess on the ground, my Neighbors car is gone.

That asswipe left and didn’t close the gate. No zombies in the yard yet. I contemplate how much longer I actually want to stay here. Probably long enough to want the gate closed. My inner chicken shit begs to ignore the problem. I know I can’t. Not only for my sake but also the elderly people in the complex. I doubt they have gone anywhere. I double checked the living room before I enter, clear.

My heart is pounding through my chest. A string of profanities on repeat in my head. I wasn’t ready to get up close and personal with a zombie just yet, I look around at my weapon choices. Questioning whether or not I REALLY need the gate closed. I went back to the skylight and scan the gate carefully with the spotting scope to see if there’s any damage. I don’t want to go down there if there’s nothing I can do about it. The lock is missing, I can just latch it closed for now.

I’m pretty sure zombies wouldn’t know how to unlatch it, right? There is a lot of zombie lore but more questions when the situation is real and in your face. I don’t want to guess something and be wrong, will play it as safe as I can. I settle into the idea of going outside for the 1st time since everything officially happened . I grab the wrecking bar that I keep in a bucket behind my front door, unwelcome visitor deterrent.

Slow deep breaths before I open the door and scan the balcony from behind the screen door, looks ok. I move slowly, now outside, fully scanning the balcony again, making my way to the stairwell, scanning the parking area. Down the steps, across the parking area and behind the wall that holds the gate up. I give it a small test tug, the gate rolls smoothly on it’s track, so I keep the movement going until it is closed and I can latch it.

I am back up the steps and safely behind my door in no time. Pulse pounding in my ears as I slide down onto the floor. The familiar cold metal door, my barrier . I wonder how I’ll ever make it to my family. This was terrifying. How can I make it over 50 miles when 40 or so feet was that hard, with no danger in site. I know it won’t be as easy out there. I don’t want to take this on by myself.

I don’t really have any other choice at the moment. I push my larger bookshelf into the bedroom doorway to block myself in and spend the rest of the day making my pack as light and quiet as possible. Whenever I do have to go on foot, I want it to be as silent as I possibly can be.

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 8-

Pen drop, clear. Reluctantly, I check the gate. It’s still closed. I’ve decided to go and check up on my elderly neighbors . It feels odd that they haven’t come over, zombie apocalypse or not. They aren’t shy about asking for help, milk, sugar, anything. This has been on my mind for days. It’s just going to gnaw at my brain if I don’t check in and see how they are holding up. I’ve lived here over 3 years, I can’t just turn off the part of me that cares.

I open my door slowly , the same procedure as yesterday. Checking from behind the screen, then from beyond the screen. They live at the end, I cross the shared balcony looking everywhere. When I get to their place I softly tap on the window, looking over my shoulder to make sure I am not making too much noise, tapping softly the whole time.

A heavy thud shakes the glass , the noise startles me, my attention now on the window. The hand slides down the glass, an oozy smear following the movement. I stand with my back pressing into the railing, stunned. I didn’t’t know what to expect when I came over. I thought maybe something could be wrong, but not this.

His wife emerges from behind the curtain , in the same state. They both claw at the glass, it shatters with the force. Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit!! I scramble back to my apartment nearly tripping over my own feet. I close the door just as they are stumbling through the broken window. Breathing heavy trying to recall all that I had seen. It looked like one was bitten on the arm and maybe one turned and bit the other?

The wife likes to sit outside in the sun, she may have been bitten and turned, taking a bite out of him. The shuffling of feet stirred me from my thoughts. Teeth clenched, waiting to hear where the shuffling stops. I didn’t think they were far enough through the window to see where I went. I hoped that the lore was true and they didn’t retain any memory and know where to find me.

If they were to start banging on my door, it would just bring more, the gate wouldn’t hold with much weight going against it. I take deep, slow quiet breaths and try to listen past the heartbeat pounding in my ears. The shuffling had stopped. I am trembling too much to stand up immediately , it takes a few minutes to calm down and get my legs to carry me away from the door.

With how close they are, I can’t afford to make any noise. The rest of the day is spent in the bedroom loft area. The solar cooker is my main focus, it’s something quiet. I am afraid to listen in on the radio, ‘what if the earpiece fails and the blaring alert tones catch attention?’ Unwilling to risk it. Bed time cannot come soon enough.

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 9 -

My hand automatically reaches for the pen, feeling around for a moment before I remember it was moved yesterday. Not wanting to alert the neighbors with any level of noise, no pen drop today. I sat in the loft for a while, not ready for an up close and personal meeting with the undead . I try to visualize in my head how a zombie kill would go down. The tv shows and movies make it look so easy.

It has to be hard to crack open a skull right? Or get a clear knife shot into an eye socket? The eye socket isn’t that big. I don’t want to get bit or scratched in the process. Not that I’m 100% sure scratching will actually do anything, why risk it? I start working on ways I can protect myself, my mind wanders back to a dog attack I experienced. I had on a decent outdoors jacket, some rain protection. Hard to explain the material, but it withstood a biting German Shepard.

Don’t know off hand who would have a stronger bite force, but I know the dog had way more pointy teeth. If pointy dog teeth couldn’t penetrate, a decaying human shouldn’t be able to either right? I did end up with a small Knick in my hand from the attack but it hadn’t bled. So I pair the jacket i have with some thick no cut gloves and boots. At the very least I can prevent scratching.

For a weapon I rule out using a knife, I want more distance. I could sharpen my walking stick but would that be enough to penetrate a skull smoothly? Axes and machetes also don’t feel like great choices. A bat? How much force would it actually take to destroy a brain? Questions I’m sure I could have and should have looked up online, but my browser history would be questionable, not that I care now.

Ah-hah... my throwing knives. I never learned how to throw them, but it would make a solid makeshift spear. I get to work on modifying my walking stick, carving small grooves to keep the throwing knife in place. I try to jar it loose, doesn’t budge. Perfect. I unlock the door louder and more clumsily than I meant to, a heavy thud hits it. It had to of ripped off the screen mesh , there goes my mosquito free apocalypse...

In a smooth motion I pull open the door and jam the spear end into the smaller form. Her weight now sagging onto the screen frame her husband was much larger, he crashes through, bringing the screen door frame in with him. I barely had time to pull the spear back before he landed on me. I manage to bar the walking stick handle against his mouth, breaking some of his remaining teeth. Pus, blood and drool, pool down into a thick mess on the floor beside my head.

Getting my feet into place, I kick him off hard, back throwing the doorway. Scrambling to get to my feet, plunging the spear end into his eye socket before it can get back up. Staring at the lifeless forms, hers still in my apartment.. the smell of decomposition hits hard, I stumble over his legs to vomit off the balcony. The gate rattles. It’s just 1.. tiptoeing over limbs, I go inside and pick the cleanest spots on her clothes and pull her outside.

A moment of silence and remembrance before heading back in and locking the door behind me. I pour bleach over the gross spots on the floor. Checking over my clothes, nothing is going to feel truly clean enough. I shed my clothes, bring the gloves up to the skylight and pour bleach over the gooey spots will let them dry over night. The smell burns my nostrils for a few ours. Ebola can’t withstand bleach, whatever the zombie gunk is shouldn’t be able to either.

Before I go to bed that night, I check the skylight. The gate lurker is still there but had gone dormant. Reassuring.

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