Damn. Pt. 1

Ya know how when you’re screwed you get that feeling, well that's the feeling I have now. 'Twasn't but five minutes I was safe, just minding my own damn business then they came and. . .  well let’s just say now I'm "in between a rock and a hard place", or to be more precise, between a metal fence and a horde of walkers and I think a runner. I remember when this day began; I knew there was something wrong, that something bad was going to happen. I ignored it. I ignored my gut feeling, my father always told me to trust your gut. Now I wish I did; now I'm probably going to be lunch for these flesh bags. I can see it I can see everything, my life flashing before my eyes. Today, this morning. God. There I was. . .

The sun had risen and like every other day I rose with it. Sleep had not come easy. There constant moaning and shuffling keeps me up at night.

Mmm four or so years of it and I'm still not use to it. Paranoia was the easy answer. I never knew if they would break down the bored on the windows and doors. It was more than that. I was afraid, that there would be no one left. That I would be alone with those things. I broke out of my trance and got off the table that was my bed. It wasn't much but it kept me off the floor. I looked around the room nothing new, the boards on the windows still standing the same way I left them. The radio playing static on all stations was nothing new. There appeared to be nothing wrong. Then I heard footsteps coming from the back room. I carefully got off the table and reached for my .22. It wasn't much but it did the job. The hallway was dark and narrow; it had that cold feel to it, like firing the first round in to Uncle Joe. Slowly I moved being on guard waiting for the door to swing open and have a walker shuffle out, just within range. Eventually the door was reached, gun in hand, the knob was slowly turned creaking all the while. The door slowly coming closer, my hand steady to fire the shot, to take its life. BAM! Was shortly followed with a loud splat then a lonely thud. The door, completely open all I could see is red. Gray matter and red. The intruder was a sole walker probably looking for food. I felt bad for him but it had to be done. "Crap. Now I have to move the body, or I have to move. The last thing I need is another rotting corps in this house." After the short mumble, I dragged the poor sap to the back yard and left him on the grass next to the pit. "Nothing has changed back hear either 'sept the gate is busted and the door needs new wood. Guess I'll look for more today." 

Which is what I did, suited up in my ghetto ghillie suit and hit up the town? At the time it didn't occur to I was unarmed. At the time I thought it was going to be a routine scav' but that went to hell real fast. . .

My first stop was for some food and meds. Nyquil to be exact, I figured it would let me sleep better. So I walked in to my local Kroger and did a damage report, five corpses old, and two newer, no fresh corpses. The meat in the butchers room was rotting, the stank filled the whole meat department. I thought it best to stay out of that area and just look for some meds near the pharmacy. "DING, DING, DING, We have a winner", not only did I find some Nyquil but some Excedrin Migraine. Happy day. With meds in hand I started to walk to the door, home free. But I heard a noise naturally I hit the deck and reached for my sidearm. Crap, I left it at home. Good news and bad news. Good news, there not dead. Bad news, there not dead and I don't have my gun. It was the catch 22 from hell. I could stay here and make a break for the door or present myself and hope they are friendly's. I really hate these dilemmas. I'm running out of time. Little did I know at that time that this decision would be life or death, that if I made the other choice I may be dead but I would not be zombie food. Once that passed I made a break of the door, running as fast as I could. I didn't think they saw me and they didn't, but they were the least of my problems. One way out I passed a small group about two or three. I didn't see them either but oh boy they saw me. In a panic ran down the wrong street to an ally. A dead end. The sign was half off the fence too high to climb and two low to crawl. I would have gone back the way I came but the walkers that spotted me on my exit were on my tail. At first I thought I could take them, it was only two or three. But as they came closer boxing me in I was there were more like two or three dozen. "Damn." I said to myself for that was the only words to leave my lips. I look down the alley my death squad marching. My life flashing before my eyes. 

The only thing I can do now is, close my eyes, sign the cross and hope to god I don't feel a thing.

Then the only thing after that was a bite on my hand.

Now I feel no pain, now all I feel is hunger. One word passes my lips, "Braaaiinnsss!"