Short stories

here's a little something i cooked up in my spare time.

   It has been a month since the first sign of the outbreak. My military unit and I had been traveling since then. We haven’t found any signs of life at all. From city to city, all destroyed, in ruins filled with the undead. My brothers were beginning to lose hope. We were low on food rations, ammo and the will to keep going. We had set up ‘shop’ in a house just south of our main point of destination, a military camp with survivors. We did have an encounter of the dead just a mile away.

   A small group, that looked like a hunting party, Orange vests, caps, camo pants.  We had searched their bodies after we killed them, but we didn’t find much. One had a pistol attached at the hip, so we grabbed it; we needed all the ammo we could find. When the first sign of the out break we had stocked up in an old ware house, but it soon became overran by the oncoming hordes of the undead. We had to abandon it, leaving ammo behind and food rations.

   All we had were our ammo packs with eighty something rounds in it for each of our weapons. The last undead I checked had a wallet. I searched through it and found a picture of a family. Three kids, woman and a man. I had sympathy for the undead. I placed the picture back in the wallet and placed the wallet on the body.

   We sat in the house, cleaning our weapons making sure they were in working condition. It had come time to sleep, and we took shifts. One of my squad members had a shortwave radio that he had on, searching for anything. Another had a map. I didn’t know how long we planned on staying in the house. We hadn’t stayed in a safe house for more than at least four or five days, in case the undead caught up to us. A young private, John Samuel, was the newest member of my team. Great time to join, I told him.

   He has a knack though to hide whenever danger shows its ugly face. He only shot one undead, wasn’t even a head shot.  My other squad mate had to dispatch it. “Don’t know how you made it past training” he had said. I have faith in my brothers, and I trust them with my life. We had been through hell the past month and a half. I had lead them though hordes of the undead. I know my squad looks up to me and expect me to get them out of this alive. But im not entirely sure, that I, myself will make this out alive.