survivor stories

Survivor Stories





Well, my name is Paul Spencer. Don’t ‘member much about the beginning, just people started getting’ sick, catching that, “super-flu” or whatever they called it. Wasn’t no different than any other “bug” goin’ round, had the same symptoms of a common cold. That’s what spread it so quickly, if anyone was sick, they’d go into the hospital thinking they had the super-flu but didn’t, but by the time they left the hospital they had caught it from someone there! Hell, somebody’s sick ‘round here all the time anyway! Everybody doing their routine, shopping and working and the daily grind, shit spread like wildfire. Then, it was like a ghost town, nobody working, and nobody out in the streets, no one watering the lawn or cutting the grass. Everything just stopped. People were sick in the bed, and whoever was taking care of them was needin’ someone to take care of them!



After the silence they slowly started “lurching around” they’re houses, banging on the walls and knocking stuff over. Just a few at first, then they all were doing it. Didn’t say anything to any of them, or try to see what was wrong, just minded my own business. Till that day when Bobby, my neighbor, was wondering around in my back yard. I knew it was Bobby, but something wasn’t right with him. He was bloody; I thought someone had fucked him up. I asked him if he was all right and he ignored me and just moaned a little. “Dude, what happened to you?” I said, and when he turned around, his eyes looked like he was wiped out on Valium, and the blood coming from his mouth was fresh, like he had been in an accident.” Fuck Bob, what the hell happened to you? Are you alright?” I asked intently, and he reached out for me so I tried helping him and he started to bite me. He meant me harm, that look in his eyes turned to hunger, raw-hunger, he wanted to eat my fucking flesh.




I fought hard to keep him from biting me without hurting him, but he just kept trying. He was on a mission to fucking eat me I tell ya. We wrestled all over the yard before I pulled loose from his grip and got away from him. I wasn’t going to let him get at me again, hurt or not. Besides, he didn’t act hurt. I backed my way into the house and locked the door.” I’m calling the police if you don’t leave”! I shouted. He never left. He wanted in but acted like he didn’t know how to open the door. He sort of scratched at it and pushed against it, ignoring the idea of the police arresting him. “Fuck it, I am calling the police”. I said loud enough for him to hear in desperation that I would. My girlfriend came downstairs while I was saying that and said, “What the hell is wrong with Bobby?”


“He was trying to bite me and he was covered in blood, and it wasn’t his! “I told her as I reached for the phone.” I’m calling the law they can deal with him. I ought to shoot that stupid fucker for that dumb shit! He’s doped up on something!” I exclaimed.
That’s when we noticed that everyone was “lurching around” outside. They were everywhere, moaning and shuffling around. I checked all the doors and windows to make sure they couldn’t get in and told Molly, my girlfriend, to get my shotgun. I didn’t get a chance to call the Sheriff. The shit had hit the fan. I was mind-fucked, in awe of what was happening. I couldn’t think straight. Didn’t know what to do.
Then I thought of poor Mrs. Gravely. She lived next door, we shared a duplex.She had no one to look after her so me and Molly would check on her from time to time. Some members of the church had been visiting her pretty frequently before services, to pray with her and to ask if she wanted to attend, but she always stays home....




I told Molly to stay put while I checked on her. I went out the front door and around the porch and there was everyone in the community acting like Bobby. "Mrs. Gravely!" I shouted as i burst through her door expecting her to jump out of her skin from the noise. I didn't see her sitting in her chair, maybe she was in the kitchen? She was, in the floor with blood everywhere, She was dead. That's where the blood on Bobby came from. She had left her door open while she cooked and he had found his way in....she never stood a chance.




Molly was freaked out when i told her Mrs. Gravely was dead. She cried the whole time I barricaded the house. "I don't know what's going on, but we gotta get away from this mess. We can hold out until dark, then make a run for the truck." I told her but somehow I think she's in another world. We listened to them groan for hours until dark. With dark came this dense fog. Thick, moist mountain fog.