Here is a Zombie story I wrote back in 2012. I have read several genre stories, and seen multitudes of movies on the subject, so wanted to try my hand at writing one. I came up with the first person view simply because that is one angle that hasn’t been beat to death, no pun intended. Enjoy! And, once again, please leave me a comment below to let me know your opinions.
By John T. M. Herres
This can’t be happening.
I have spent the last three days trying to get away from the mindless hoards of zombies chasing me, but every time I think there’s a chance to rest, to breathe, more seem to seep out of the crumbling buildings surrounding me. I need to find a place to stop, and most especially something to eat.
I can feel my strength ebbing. The occasional fountains I’ve found that still had potable water do little to assuage the grumbling hunger pains.
There’s an open door, have to get higher to see if the way is clear.
It’s dark in here.
I just have to rest for a moment.
Heading up the stairs, I hear the door I forced closed splintering under their attack. The scraping of shattered wood and crunching of broken glass trod under their feet echoes up to me as I climb higher.
I’m on the second floor. There; a ladder, leading to the roof perhaps. Struggling with the latch, I find it is not going to open. That means I have to make my way back down to the street and find another way.
I can’t afford the time to try and find another building to explore. I need to find somewhere with food, as well as a place to hide.
I could try to get into an abandoned apartment; maybe there would be something left behind from the evacuation last month; something that hasn’t spoiled yet.
I’ve checked all the doors I passed, but none would open for me. There has to be somewhere I can get into, some place that did not get locked when everyone left.
I remember having seen a grocery store about a mile back. I’m going to try to make it there. It may have been gutted, but there could be something there to eat. It’s worth a chance.
OK, I have to be careful, as I can hear their groaning all around me. It seems they can sense where I am. Maybe they can smell me: I don’t know for sure, but at least I am still faster than they are.
I won’t be for much longer unless I find nourishment and rest.
I’m having to skirt around a different way to backtrack. Can’t just go back the way I came; they are probably still there, shambling their way after me. I’m hoping that means all of them will be past the store by the time I make it there.
I’ve made my way through back streets and alleys. I can still hear them following, but so far I have been able to keep out of their sight. How do they know where I am?
I think I’m almost there. If I have my bearings right, it should be right around the corner.
Yes, there it is. I can make it if I’m careful. I cannot stay in this alley too much longer, have to make a run for it…
I’m in the middle of the street, and they are coming from everywhere. All around me. What am I going to do now? I don’t have any weapons; I’ve just been avoiding them and running away. There’s no way I can fight them all off, especially not as hungry and tired as I am.
They’re getting too close! Grabbing me and wanting to get at my skin with their gnashing, broken teeth. I shove several of them back off me; they stumble and almost fall, but immediately rebound. There must be near a hundred now and more just keep coming.
I fight, kick and punch, but it doesn’t faze them. One has a hold of my arm! “AAAGGGHHH!!!” The rotten thing bit me! Doggone it!
I had severe difficulty getting away from the swarm of cold, animated cadavers. I had to duck and dodge, crawl and roll under them. The blood from the bite actually helped by making my skin slick enough they couldn’t keep hold.
Man, this bite hurts. Gotta wrap it up to try to stop the bleeding.
I can’t believe how much it hurts!
I’m feeling dizzy, can’t focus my eyes. My head and body ache and my muscles are so sore. What’s going on?
Oh, great, I think I know.
The movies must have been right. Now, I’m going to turn into one of them. I refuse to go around eating people, I don’t care how hungry I am. I have to hold on to whatever memories I can, have to fight this…
I need to sleep. Just a minute or two.
Can’t move good. Just slide my feet. Must be zombie now.
Others just walk by.
I walk into group. Can push this one into alley.
Grab head, rip off.
Easy. Can do this all day.
Take bite, so hungry.
Yuck; dry, powdery. Better this than people.
Go find more zombies.
Have killed bunch. Not many left. Dry skin and no blood not help hunger much.
Another group; they have person.
One bite the leg, but person free, running to me. Will change anyway, I hunger more.
Catch person, bite neck, finish what others start. Fresh meat, hot blood, soooo good.
Have more strength now, get more zombies.
Big group there. Shuffle to catch.
Blade found chop better than rip with hands, faster. Chop one, other see, chop that too. Chop all, they fall, no blood.
Try eat; dry, solid. Bite more, chew, swallow. No taste good, just fill stomach.
So many dead zombie bodies around. They see I kill, they try kill me, I kill them.
Look for more.
Ahead, humans. Smell so good. So hungry still.
People food, too; better food. Hot food.
They yell, I need eat.
See gun pointing at me. Puff of smoke. Hit in chest, no hurt. More smoke. Arm gone.
Person next to me. See gun in face. See pull trigger…