Farming Zombies, Pt. 5: The Campion Virus

We lived in leisure for days at Wal-Mart, eating real food cooked over a camping stove, and sleeping on sleeping bags laid over anything soft we could find. We were lucky that Springfield was such a small town, or else the zombies would overpower us. But the occasional one or two zombies weren't enough to break through our barricades made of cheap arcade games and crates of watermelons.

One day Wesley said, "We need to find out what's been happening. Where these zombies are coming from."

"We could check out that news place down the street." I proposed.

"Alright then."

So we walked two blocks to a small building with a sign that said 'Springfield Times'.

"What an original name" Katlyn said sarcastically.

I broke down the window and we jumped inside. The whole place was as big as an average living room. It consisted of three computers, two bulletin boards filled with old newspapers and junk, and a desk covered with lots of papers.

A small CD Player was making noise near the back of the room. As I got closer to it, I noticed it was playing some song by Zombie Nation, the famed Dance Genre Group from 2 thousand years ago. How Ironinic. I smashed the player with my sword.

We began rifling through old newspapers and sticky-notes without the sticky. We just found normal headlines, like 'HUGE 5 CAR TRAFFIC JAM' and 'We've reached a whopping 125 population!'. I did find an interesting article titled 'Johnny founds Cornbread Mafia'. It just stated that the marijuana addict had started a 'Redneck Mafia' that was armed with AK-47's and metal bats. It also said that most all highschoolers were probably in the gang. Which was stupid. The Cornbread Mafia only had 7 members. At least it did, before the zombies came.

Finally Wesley found a newspaper with the headline 'The Campion Virus'. It read:

The CDC has dubbed the Super Flu, the Campion Virus. Reports of cases are coming in from every country on the globe. The United Nations has declared a global state of emergency. Accounts have from Camp Saint Teresa that describe atrocious living conditions. Rumors have spread that Camp Saint Teresa is a massive death camp where the infected are sent to die. The White House has to rebound from the accusation calling Camp Teresa a Quarantine Camp. Riots have broken out in major cities across the US. The Capital building has caught fire. Marshall Law has also been declared.

"Duh." I said after reading. "I should have known something extreme was happening when my parents began keeping me from school. They stayed up late into the night talking all the time. Then they sent me here."

"Weird... how was all this kept a secret from us?? We should have found out." Wesley was confused. We all were.

"I wanna know why the newspaper talks about this like it's normal. Riots? The Capital Building on Fire? Marshall Law? That's extreme. But they write like it's everyday stuff." Katlyn said.

Suddenly we heard a few moans outside. More zombies. Great.

"Wait. There has to be more to this story. The newspaper doesn't say anything about zombies." Wesley said.

"Yeah. There's got to be another paper around here. Katlyn, you keep looking. Me and Wes will go take care of those zombies."

Wes and I walked outside calmly and faced the three zombies. One of them... was different. They didn't look like they had ever died; just turned into a zombie.

Suddenly, that one different zombie bolted at us. I bashed its head off just in time.

"WHAT??!?!? SINCE WHEN CAN ZOMBIES RUN?!?!?" Wesley yelled as we hastily killed the other two.

"I dunno. But we need to get back inside before more try and run at us."

We ran back inside, panting.

"Hey guys, I found another article from a later date. It's called 'We Lost some zombies.' It says something about dead people attacking doctors at some place called Camp Saint Teresa. It also said that zombies are now popping up everywhere. And some of them can run, cuz' they had never died." Katlyn said.

"A little late for that. One of those runners almost just killed us." I panted.

"Yeah. We need to get out of downtown. We've got plenty supplies from Wal-Mart. Let's go hide out on a farm, where there's less zombies. Maybe some other survivor will see us and pick us up..." Wesley suggested.

"Good plan. You guys go get the supplies. I'm gonna go look for something..." I said.

"Mmk." Katlyn murmured as they walked out the door.

I got out into the streets and walked over to the Pawn Shop. Most of Springfield's inhabitants had gotten things you couldn't get at Wal-Mart here.

I walked around the aisles in dead silence. Or undead silence, if you like puns. The shelves had been knocked down in places, and items covered the floor. I saw guns, jewelry, books, and a guitar in a case. I picked up the guitar and slung it over my shoulder. It would give me something to do while we were hiding.

Finally I found what I was looking for. An old radio was on its side in a corner. I picked it up and blew the dust off. It looked to be in decently good shape. I stuck in the guitar case.

As I walked back outside, I saw Katlyn and Wesley heading toward me.

"You were looking for a guitar?" Katlyn asked as they got closer.

"No, I found a radio. We might be able to contact other survivors with luck. Now, lets go the opposite direction we came into downtown through."

So we set off toward a giant hill in the distance. Beyond the hill lay more zombies, more fights, and more fear. But we had swords, food, and a guitar. We could take it.

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