Zombie Wars: The Beginning
By: Zachary VanLenten
A mysterious virus sweeps the globe, bringing the dead back to life. Military security checkpoints are being set up. Civilians are designated to take tests for infection; charges are being set on main bridges leading out of cities. Slowly by slowly people are turning against each other, suicides are being committed each day. Riots are breaking out everywhere; people are stealing from others in an effort to survive. The president has ordered fire bombings in highly populated cities such as: New York, San Francisco, and the mainland. Survivors are holed up in most of those areas and have survived the bombings. The Icelandic people keep sending out distress signals until one day they just stopped. A military team was sent there immediately after they lost the signal. Three months ago nearly fifteen hundred Iraqis were killed because of the spread of infection. Alaska is stranded in the snow dealing with the infected. Everywhere, slowly by slowly the war against the living dead is growing more chaotic.
God help us all.
New York City, 0200hrs
Zoey ran a few feet before collapsing, “I’ve been running three freaking days now.” She muttered to herself. Behind her were the sounds of moans and growls. Zoey slowly jogged over to a police station across the street titled, ‘NYPD’. “New York’s finest.” Zoey whispered, managing a smile. She tried to pull on the doors leading in, they wouldn’t budge. She ran around back to check for any back door, no door except a parking garage. Something moved behind her, she quickly turned around and came face to face with a carrier. Zoey shoved the zombie back, pulled out a machete and stabbed the zombie in the throat, it fell without a sound. She knew that it would get back up soon so she stomped its head in. She then checked the left side for any vents to crawl through, she found an officer on the ground clutching at a wound in his leg. “Officer, do you need any assistance?” Zoey questioned. The officer turned toward her, lifted up his gun and pulled the trigger, nothing happened. The officer took a knife out of his holster and slit his throat, blood spilled on the pavement. Zoey walked over to him and took his gun, “I might be able to find some ammo at the sporting goods store.” She said to herself. She jogged to the nearby parking lot to look for any cars. Zoey ran to the first police car and checked if it was locked, it wasn’t. She pulled open the door and slammed it shut; she looked for any keys but found nothing. “Shit.” She muttered. She got out of the car and started to run when she saw a muzzle flash. She turned and hid behind the car yelling, “Hey shithead, what are you doing?!” The shooter came over to her aiming a Spas 12 shotgun in her face; he hit her in the head. Zoey’s world started to spin; she looked around but felt like she was being dragged.