A Zombie Tale (A short story for halloween)

 

 

 

A Zombie Tale

by

Steven Vaughn

Chapter 1

The Camcorder

 

 

Samantha started the camcorder then set it on the table. She walked over to the window and began to speak. “I am watching the sun rise maybe for the last time. The crazies, or what most people called zombies had finally taken over. It was an outbreak of a super virus that took over most brain function, well that’s what the CDC said anyway. Some doctor from Canada found a cure for Alzheimer’s and it was a huge media event.”

She paused while she stared out the window at the mayhem below. The infected walked the streets doing random atrocities. A male grabbed a female by the throat and squeezed till she dropped to the ground. A ten year old child began to bite her leg, ripping the flesh from bone. He lifted his head with the meat bulging from his mouth and blood ran down his neck in erratic red lines.

A single tear ran down her cheek. She wiped it away and then resumed her speech. “It was a tremendous breakthrough, one for the record books. People that took the drug became smarter. The serum actually made the brain repair itself and later on they discovered the body started to repair itself too.”

Crash! A rock hit the window splintering the glass like a web. Sam jumped back from the window and tripped over a chair leg. She bumped the table, dropping the camcorder on the floor. She grabbed it and looked at the front as she got up from the floor.

“Okay, looks like its still in working condition. One of those crazy bastards threw a rock at the window. I don’t think he seen me or else he would probably be on his way up here looking for me.” Sam set the camcorder back on the table and adjusted it so it would show the top half of her body. She brushed her long black hair out of her face and adjusted her shirt which rode up on her from the fall. She was tall and thin with light brown skin, a true surfers body. Her face was beautiful, high cheekbones, perfect nose and light green eyes. She was twenty years old and still a virgin. I saved myself for nothing. Now it looks like I will die a virgin.

Samantha looked into the camera and started to speak again. “It was the super drug to end all other drugs. I read the newspaper three days before the outbreak and it said. The people that took the drug could heal a fresh cut on their body in thirty minutes to an hour, depending on how deep it was. It was mankind’s salvation.”

Samantha dropped her head and began to cry. She got on her knees and looked directly into the camera. She talked to the camera again sobbing as she spoke. “Mankind’s salvation! Bullshit! They pumped the drug out on a mass scale, shooting up everyone like idiots. Shortly after they found out that the ones who were inoculated created a virus in their body. Through common everyday contact it spread. A handshake, sneeze, cough, a kiss, the virus spread like wildfire.”

Sam could hear the crazies running up and down the street. Some would scream at the top of their lungs, while others yelled random words making no sense at all. She glanced out the window of the hospital barely able to see through the cracks. The second floor was the safest she could find in all this madness. When it all started, she took as much food as she could carry from the cafeteria, then locked herself in a room. Maybe this wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but I had no other choice.

She drug her arm across her face wiping away the tears. “It made superhuman crazy people. The virus fried the brain making all that caught it paranoid psychopaths. Their bodies regenerated super fast so the only way to kill them was to destroy the head or heart. That’s why people started calling them zombies. Only 2% of the population was immune, people with green eyes. Well…didn’t I luck out.”

Sam walked over to the mirror and stared for several minutes. She looked deeply into her own eyes, wishing that this was only a dream. The crazies ran up and down the hallway hitting the walls. Sam could hear them fight each other just outside her room. A loud knocking on the door made her jump. I hope the lock holds! She turned and looked at the camcorder once again.

“The scientists couldn’t find out why green eye’s made you immune before the virus took over the planet. There was no cure and so there was no hope. I wonder how many green eye’s still live? I’m sure the crazies killed most of them. If there are any left, I am going out to find them. I leave this video to let people know what happened. Unless this is the end…then it was just a waste of time. My name is Samantha…Goodbye.”

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