Commander (Classified)'s Blog (17)

I'm not proud of it. I never have been, and I never will be. I've done things that I wish I hadn't. But what's done is done.

I try not to dwell in the past. I can't think about the mistakes I've made and the people I've let die just to save myself. I couldn't stay sane out here if I did. In Afghanistan you couldn't make mistakes and expect to live. In your bunk at base it was safe. Out on the streets, taking fire from…

The rain was coming down hard now, unceasingly pelting the hood and roof of the truck. I found it rather annoying, but I didn't say anything. Carlos was staring off into space, and I didn't really want to disturb him. He'd been through a lot, and he was about to go through a lot more.

It was surprisingly quiet in the city. The place was completely deserted. That was either really good, or really bad. I also became…

"Seriously?" Carlos called to me from the front of the store. "More soda?"

"Don't judge me kid," I called back. "I'm a man, and men have needs."

I was browsing the refrigerator aisle, looking for a few bottles of Vanilla Coke, when I heard the shattering of glass back towards the front of the store. I…

Apparently my now undead neighbor took this as the right time to lunge at me. He was fast.

I was faster.

In the blink of an eye, he was up, grabbing for me, and I slammed the pistol down onto his skull. The crack was sickening, vibrating up my arms and into my chest. I had to resist the urge to vomit. His brains were splattered on the underside of my gun, my arm, and blood was seeping through the remains of his…

Joey

As hard as it is for me to do this, I believe it's the right thing to do. I know you've never payed any attention to the media or the news, but I have. I've seen the pictures, and I know that this is real. I'm heading to the coast, they said it was safe there. Kyle is coming with me, he's all I've got, and I can't let anything happen to him. I'm sorry, I truly am, but I knew if I told you about this…

You always tend to meet a few strange people in an apocalypse. I think Jim would fall into the "Strange people." category. Not much of a story behind him. I was on patrol one night and he walked up to the front door and knocked. I nearly blew his head off, on account of he was about 40 pounds under-weight and covered in blood, most likely from more than a dozen cuts on his face and arms. He was dressed in a camoflouge jacket, what I think was a once white T…

Author's Note: Yeah, I get a lot of writers block. Here's another short.

I just had to try it. Had to risk everything on my stupid plan. Had to unknowingly screw everything up so bad I didn't know if I could even get out of it. Had to make stupid, not to mention life-threatening mistakes. Ever had one of those moments where you thought that? Didn't think so.

I always thought I was superman. Protector of the weak, destroyer of evil. I seemed to forget…

As I awoke, I felt a great feeling of relief. I survived my first day of the zombie apocalypse. I also felt very hungry, not having eaten in almost a day. I opened a box of canned food, and pulled out a can of peaches and a plastic fork. Up until this point I hadn't noticed Austin.

"Hey man." He said. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby." I replied with a yawn. "You?"

"Okay, I guess." He looked at the box of cans. "You got any beans in there?"

I tossed him a can and a…

As we approached, I was suprised to discover that they were not grown men as I had originally thought. We stopped a few yards from their SUV while they jumped down from their positions on top. I realised that they were some of my friends, and I let out a sigh of relief. There was Sandy, Cody, Steven, Austin, and Taylor.

"Hey man," said Austin "Thanks for the help back there."

"Yeah, we thought we were screwed." Taylor said.

"No problem." I said.

That's when I…

As we drove, I started to notice the abondoned cars. I remembered that the cars closer to town were in relatively good shape, and now I was seeing that more and more of the cars we passed had broken windows and bloody smears and splatters. That would mean that instead of heading away from the problem, we were heading straight to it.

"Mom, stop the truck."

As we skidded to a stop, I hopped out of the bed and looked around.

"What is it?" Micky asked. "What's…

"Cal! Cal, wake up! We need to go!" I was shaken awake by my mother. "We need to go, now!"

"Mom, what's going on?" I asked.

"They're coming! Get up! Pack some clothes, we need to go pack the truck!"

"Who's coming?" I asked.

"The zombies! They overran Las Vegas, and they're spreading! Micky's downstairs waiting. LET'S GO!"

She didn't have to say anymore. I was up and dressed in a minute. I packed some clothes, grabbed a duffel bag and took my Father's 9mm,…

My alarm blared, and I reached for the snooze button. "Get up Cal, you'll be late." My mother called from downstairs.

"Five more minutes" I mumbled, still half asleep.

"Don't you dare hit that snooze button." She yelled up. She knew me well. Sometimes that was good, and at times, like now, not so much.

As I dressed, I noticed it was raining, so I grabbed my sweatshirt, which I recieved for a birthday gift the previous month, and headed down to breakfast. My mom wasn't…