beautiful sun shine

The undead horde fills the streets between the valleys
created by the skyscrapers leaving little space for any movement. It looks like
a crowd at a concert, gently swaying and moving together in a chaotic sea of
flesh. The sunlight makes the crowd appear to glow. Their waxy skin is bloated
and cracking with dark fluids slowly being pushed out of their skin and wounds
due to the pressure of the gasses that built up in their putrefied bodies. All
at once this apocalyptic yet almost peaceful looking scene is shattered.....

Propane tanks, 3 of them, tied together with flares attached
to the sides and top smashes out of a fourth story window clanking and banging
until it settles near the middle of the street. The crowd turns toward the
sound of breaking glass and a sound that makes their rotting bodies almost
quiver… the sounds of people screaming, a lot of them. “Come and get it you
walking maggot farms!” “Dinner time!” and other various taunts are yelled out
the windows drawing more of the ghoulish figures toward the barricaded
building. “I hope he knows what he’s doing”.
A man whose face was covered with stubble and deep hollow eyes looks
over to his newly made friend then his glare finds its way to the horde now
gathering at the base of the building that they have been hiding in for what
felt like an eternity “I know what I’m gonna do…. whatever I have to do to
survive…. every single step of the way.”....

“Let’s do this shit!” a large black man yells from the first floor, Benny J looks
around at the people in the lobby with him “Alright people this is our one
chance, remember to fight and move, don’t let one another down, we CAN ALL MAKE
IT!!!”. Cliff wipes the sweat from his brow and aims his rifle at the flares
surrounded by a wall of flesh “I know this is going to take more than one shot,
too many flesh bags in the way.” he lines up his shot and takes one “Fuck!” the
rifle finds its way to back his shoulder again and spits out another round, then another until
Cliff hears the satisfying hiss for a fraction of a second then the even more
pleasurable explosion. Shrapnel of metal, rock and bone tear through the
dilapidated flesh of the masses. It is impossible to express the pure hellish
carnage that the explosion wrought on the bodies littering the streets. ....

What transpired after the initial explosion was something
that no matter how many times a person saw it could never be anything but
shocking. One man had a femur sticking out of his midsection with his entrails
forced out of an open wound wrapped on the foreign bone that now filled his
stomach. You can almost smell the fresh bile and feculent waste seeping through
his designer shirt and onto his designer pants. He was quite lacking in style
now. The right back side of his expensive business suit was burned and torn to
shreds from the concussion and the flames that came from the propane, exposing his
charred and blistered skin that was burnt to a black crisp in certain spots.
The man crawls forward onto one knee placing his bloated hand to brace him as
he stands. His right leg lifts up under some unnatural power and as he places
it to the ground the skin slides off of his exposed broken foot causing him to
slip, almost like on a banana peel. The fat from his ass spurts out from
between what’s left of his pants and the street. Unwavering in determination
this rotten shell of a man crawls toward the sound of people yelling to one
another, he is not intimidated by the sound of gun shots. The flesh and blood
of the living, they must have it.....

A group of 8 men pour from the building with
Benny right behind him, flanked by a sinister looking Italian Pietro and a Lexy
who was a large Puerto Rican woman, the kind with a hint of a mustache and eyes
that could terrify most any man. The first wave use shotguns and rifles to
clear the road heading east towards the Delaware River. Benny and his generals kept
the western front safe, clearing the remnants of human beings that are
shambling towards them from the west. Lexy pulls a grenade from her vest and
rolls a grenade under a Septa bus. The bus flips over and lands on its roof and
a group of zombies pinning them under the flaming people mover. She couldn’t
have placed the grenade in a better spot, it may have been on purpose or it may
have been pure luck, regardless the grenade caused the bus to land in a way so
it was kissing a Tahoe effectively blocking more than half of the street. “We
bought some time but tell those people inside to get moving!” Benny yells into
the lobby. Cliff and 4 other men come out of the building loaded with supplies and
weapons. They move as a unit into position between the front and back teams. As
a whole they continue down the street. Somehow, they are making their way
through the crowd with surprisingly little trouble. Two blocks until one of the
lead men gets his leg bit by a crawler as he was reloading. He yells as he
shoots. The bullet finds its mark, unfortunately it didn’t stop there. His yell
intensifies as he collapses on the fragments of bone that used to make up his
foot and ankle. The man to his right turns and fires. He knew that he didn’t
want to come back as one of those things and was sure his friend didn’t want to
either.