Another Zombie Story

[Just One Shot]

I'm a fairly new member and I saw a zombie story posted and thought it was a novel idea so I decided to give it a go.



It's 8:30 am on a Saturday morning and the elder John and his Young (23) son Johnny are loading up their gear to head out to the range for some target practice. Dad has his range bag loaded with his Ruger P-95 9mm while Johnny is packing his S&W 40 cal. As they exit the back door of the house dad notices a pungent oder in the air. Johnny pauses as the rank smell of death makes it's way into his nostrils.

Before either of them can speak both men hear the sound of something scraping along the side of the house and at the very same instant, Suger, their 80lb. boxer goes into a fit. She's climbed up against the big picture window at the front of the house with her teeth bared and bighting at the glass like a mad dog with rabies.

No words were spoken as both men pulled their weapons and drove home a fully loaded clip. No sooner had they chambered a round when from the south side of the house emerged the ugliest thing they had ever seen.

Johnny stares in disbelieve as dad pulls his 9mm up with both hands and fires a well placed shot right between the creature's eyes. As it falls into a wild convulsive heap two more round the south side as three come around from the north.

With the shock of the situation under control the younger Johnny screams "Back to back dad!" The two men's motion was fluid and precise, it's as if they had practiced for this situation a hundred times. with complete trust in the other's ability the two men proceeded to dispose of the treats.

Johnny's first shot went clean through the chest where the heart should be. The creature stumbled backwards but then continued his advance. Johnny didn't say a word as the vision of dad's head shot and it's effectiveness came to mind.

Johnny took aim and let loose with a second round, it struck home ripping through the left eye and exited behind the right ear and proceeded into the left temple of the creature behind it. Johnny got excited as they both fell and yelled out, "Dad, I got a two fer!"

Dad couldn't help but smile. As he dispatched of the remainder of the group to the south he turned to help Johnny dispose of the larger group that was coming around the house to the north.

Dad decided it was time to seek cover back in the house and check on his wife. As the two men got inside and locked the door they heard the familiar sound of dad's Marlin model 60 crack through the corridors of the house.

They ran to the front room and saw mom perched on the window sill taking aim at a zombie across the street at the neighbors house with a look of frustration on her face. Johnny said, Aim for the head mom, it's the only way to stop them. Mom fired off another round and seemed to grin as the zombie hit the ground and convulsed uncontrollably.

After what seemed to be an hour of firing dad looked up at the clock and saw that only 5 minutes had passed from the time the two men started firing until mom dropped the last zombie in sight.

Moments later the whole block started towards their house seeking shelter from the storm of the undead. Johnny hearded as many people into the house and the basement as it would hold as mom and dad kept watch.

Just as they reached full capacity Fred (the resident anti gun protester) from up the block came to the door screaming "Let me in, Let me in! Dad pushed through the crowd to make his way to the door. Fred, dad said, What do you want? "Let me in!" screamed Fred. The zombies are all over my property and the only thing I have to protect myself with is a rake and a baseball bat.

Johnny sneared as he recalled how vehemently Fred opposed guns and gun owners at every public function he attended. He wouldn't even invite their family to his yearly block party just because they owned guns.

Dad saw Johnny was about to speak and he knew what he was about to say by the look on his face so he spoke first. Fred, there's no more room in my house for anyone except standing room where Suger sleeps. I'll take it, Fred exclaimed.

On one condition said John, when this is over you must buy your own gun, join the NRA and start going to the range with my son and I. What ever you say John, I was wrong to take the position I did, Fred exclaimed! John and Johnny both smiled as dad led Fred into the little room with the hyped up boxer.

As mom looked at her husbands face she realized that he was smiling from ear to ear. She knew that he was proud of their son and the way he had handled himself in the stressful situation and that through this incident another anti gunner had finally seen the light!




The end???????

 

[indoorsoccerfrea]

not too shabby! feed me more brain food

 

[Just One Shot]

Story continued:


As night fell, the attention of everyone crammed into John's house was focused on the tv. The news reporter was driving through the city and the streets were filled with the undead. The reporter was relaying that the city officials believed that the dead rising was do to the underground injection of waste material from the local refinery/chemical plant. It seems that a plant official had authorized the disposal of a particularly volatile compound that was mixed incorrectly by some of the scientist at the plant.

As the reporter relayed the information the driver of the van screamed "Oh Crap". Out of no where came a rather large creature that looked like a cross between the incredable Hulk and the Thing from Fantastic Four. The driver cut the wheel but it was too late. The creature had grabbed the A-pillar of the van and shattered the windshield in the process.

The camera jerked wildly then came into focus just as the driver was being pulled through the now vacant area where the windshield once laid. The sound was out but you could see the reporter scream as the creature removed the head of the driver and proceeded to eat his brain. In the silence that surrounded those who were watching the horrifying display on the tv screen, Johnny, who was standing gaurd by the front window said "Dad, the van must be close by I can here the woman screaming.

Dad hurried to the window and sure enough, the sound coming through the window was in perfect unison with the reporter on tv. Grab some extra clips son, dad said. Pass out all the extra weapons to the elderly veterans in the house, at least they know how to aim and shoot. John turned to look at his beautiful wife Dee and saw the look on her face. She knew she couldn't stop him so she didn't even try. A person was in need and she knew he would do everything in his power to get to and protect the news crew.

Johnny came from the back and distributed the extra guns and ammo. He too knew what his father had planned and he said "Dad, I'm going with you, you can't do it alone and there is no else here that's as good a shot as I am. John knew his son was right. With the way he had handled himself earlier he was the best choice for backup. The cops had all gone home (those that were still alive) to protect their own families.

John looked into his son's eyes and saw the determination behind them and said "Let's Go!" The two sqeezed past the front door and into the darkness. Johnny started to turn on his flashlight when dad said "Leave it off, it'll just draw attention to us. Move along with your back to the buildings, keep your head on a swivel and stay alert"

The two men moved quietly through the neighborhood without any altercations. They were only a couple blocks away from the crash and they could hear the woman's screams get more frantic. They didn't know that the van was now surrounded by a legion of undead and they had just pulled the camera man from it and were fighting amongst themselves over his brains.

Dad said "Look, there's only about 20 around the back door of the van. We need to go in hot and fast if we are going to have any chance of getting to that reporter and get back to the house safely. These guys are slow so lock and load. Remember what I taught you about quick reloading. Alternate your fire with mine so one of us is always firing while the other is reloading." Dad was kicking himself inside for not bringing one of the shotguns along but he couldn't leave the people at the house defenseless.

As the two men came around the corner of the building John raised his 9mm and cut loose with five quick head shots to the closest group of zombies then started to the group that was now at the vans rear door. When Johnny had counted dad's shot's and realized his clip was half empty, he began to unload his 40 cal. into the group. The two men reached the rear door at the same time and dad had already dropped his empty mag, slammed home a new one and chambered a round before he grabbed the door handle.

He looked inside to see the face of the reporter. Her face was pure white with fear, all color had drained from her face. She began to scream again as John tugged on the door, it was locked!

Open up lady, John said, We are here to get you out! The woman looked at him and realized that he was speaking and not grunting. Suddenly, she sprang from the van almost knocking John down as she flung open the door.

Just then Johnny said "Dad, cover me, I'm reloading!" John turned just in time to see one of the zombies heading for his son. He ran over, pushed his 9mm into the temple of the creature and pulled the trigger. The creature let out a high pitched scream that alerted all the other zombiies that were at the front of the van. By now Johnny had reloaded and was yelling at his dad saying "We gotta move and now!"

Each one then grabbed an arm of the reporter and started directing her back the way they came. They weren't having any problems outrunning the zombies, they were creating distance from them with every step. Suddenly as they were looking back the reporter screamed.

50 yards directly in front of them stood the creature that they saw grab the van on tv. By now they were running low on ammo so they coudn't make a detour around the creature. Both men stopped, two handed their weapons and prepared to fire at the rather large head it was carrying around.

Dad was winded, he hadn't run that far in a long time. His shot went low hitting the creature in the throat. Johnny was trying to control his breathing just like dad had shown him a hundred times at the range. Without warning the creature started running. Both men were shocked at the speed he possessed. He clearly was different than all the other zombies.

He was getting closer and as John the elder was readying himself to squeeze the trigger again he heard Johnny's 40 cal. bark in rapid fire. He watched as his son put all ten rounds in the ten ring of that monsters face. Johnny's weapon was now empty and he was out of ammo. The creatures legs were still churning but his body was clearly out of control. He fell about ten yards away and his forward momentum slid his now headless body up to their feet and started oozing a foul smelling liquid toward their shoes.

Dad spoke up and said " Don't step in that son, you know how mom gets when you track up her house". The two locked eyes and immediatly burst out laughing. The reporter thought they were nuts, but then they would have to be to do what they had just done. She vowed right then and there to quite the liberal TV station she was working for and take up the fight for the second ammendment rights of all Americans.

The end???????

 

[zombienerd]

I love the zombie stories!! More!

 

[ZeBool]

ZOMBIEnerd, you like zombie stories??? No way!

 

[Thermactor]

Mm, BRAIINNNSSS

 

[Just One Shot]

Cont.......

The trio had caught their breath and were moving rapidly towards the house, as they got closer they heard the sound of a shotgun blast coming from the front window. They looked up and saw mom holding dad's old single shot 12 ga. Winchester and frantically waving for them to hurry up and get back in the house.

The three entered the front door of the house relieved that they had made it without any further resistance. John asked his wife "Did you have much trouble?" No, she said, the only one we've seen was the one you saw fall as you were coming in. So far it's been pretty peaceful."

John looked at his son and said "Grab some ammo and reload all the clips, it's gonna be a long night. While you're at it get a count of how many rounds are left for each weapon." Johnny pushed through the crowd only to return a few minutes later. Dad, he said, we are good on pistol ammo, we have 550 rds. of 9mm and 500 rds. of 40 cal. I guess those people who thought we were paranoid for buying up all the ammo we could before Obama took office were wrong!

That's good, dad replied, but how much do we have for the shotgun and the model 60? Well dad, it's not looking too good. We started with one 25 rd. box of 12 ga. and we only have about 30 rds. of 22 long rifles left. The reporter who was listening intently said, that may not be enough if that hord back at the van is still coming our way.

John knew she was right, though he was confident in his and Johnny's shooting ability, he wasn't so sure of the other's. If they were attacked in force they may panic, start firing wildly and waste what ammo they had. We need to make an ammo run, John said. "We need to get to Bud's gun shop and grab all the ammo and weapons we can carry."

What's the plan, Johnny asked? Dad said, While it's still dark we can slip into the side door of the garage, get the Mustang ready and at first light we can open the door with the remote and go like hell! We won't stop until we get to Bud's. If we drop the top it will give us a 360 degree fire zone.

Johnny couldn't believe his ears. Dad loved that old 94 Gt convertible and he wouldn't let anyone other than himself work on it much less drive it. Now he was talking about driving out into the chaos between them and Bud's. Was he considering it could be destroyed? Surely he remembered the damage that was done to the news van only hours before.

Dad saw the look on Johnny's face, he knew what Johnny was thinking and before he could speak the words dad said, "Yes, I'm sure. There are more important things at risk here. The house is full of people who came to us for protection and this is our best option for a successful trip there and back."

After a couple of hours of sleep the two men posted fresh gaurds at the front and back windows and gave them all the ammo they had left. Dad gave his 9mm to his wife and all the fully loaded clips he had. Johnny said, "But dad, what are you going to use?" Dad responded, "Son, did you forget that the Mustang is a 5 speed? My hands are going to be busy driving. Besides, tonight you've proven your shooting ability and I trust that you will be on your game when TSHTF."

The two men moved to the rear door and peared out into the darkness. Dad was wishing he had purchased those night vision goggles he'd seen at the gun show two weeks back. Then he wondered if the creatures could even be seen with them, they were dead after all, would they have enough body heat in them to show up?

John was clearly exhausted, he was trying to put all those insignificant thoughts out of his head and focus on the task at hand. He grabbed at the cup of Joe his wife was holding out as he and Johnny went through the back door towards the garage. He felt naked without his Ruger as he made his way along the short sidewalk between the house and the garage but he knew Johnny was alert and had his back.

Once inside the garage he rushed to get the car cover off the old Mustang and drop the top. He directed Johnny to sit in the back where he would be able to stand and shoot over the windshield if any of the zombies would suddenly appear in front of them. The sun was just coming up as John hit the button to open the garage door. He put it in first and headed up the driveway. So far so good, nothing was moving about as he hit the main drag between the gun shop and home.

About three blocks from the gun shop all hell broke loose. Zombies came flooding out from the side streets on to the main drag they were traveling on. Johnny started firing as John hit the clutch, down shifted into second and nailed the accelerator to the floor board. The little 5.0 sprang to life. The rear tires broke free and sent the Gt into a fish tail. John corrected the wheel as he grabbed for third. By the time he reach fourth the crowd was a spot in the rear view mirror.

John exhaled loudly as he slowed the vehicle down to 50 mph. The shop was coming up on the right and as he prepared to turn in he noticed a car that looked just like the one his daughter Christy drove. Oh No! he thought. His two daughters and son inlaws were supposed to be out of town for the weekend. His mind raced as the thought of his girls getting caught up in mess that was going on all around the city.

John down shifted quickly and pulled up beside the little Honda. Just as they stopped Johnny noticed the car and said, Isn't that Christy's car? Sure is, said dad. John dumped the clutch and smoked the tires all the way up to the rear entrance at Bud's. How are we gonna get in dad, Johnny asked? Leave that to me. Cover me son, said dad.

Dad jumped from the car and ran to the construction site beside the building and within moments Johnny heard the sound of the bulldozer firing up. John cranked up the old diesel and rammed into the reinforced steel door and it fell with a thud, frame and all.

The two men rushed into the darkened back room and as they made their way to the front of the store both of them heard the sound of a round being chambered in what sounded to be an AR-15. Don't shoot, yelled Johnny, we're human! Just then a male voice said, Thank God you spoke up, I was ready to pump this whole clip into your shadow.

John immediatly recognized the voice, it was Christy's husband Doug. Doug, where's Christy, Brandy and Bill? asked dad. In the front keeping an eye on the street, Doug replied. We stopped in to pick up some ammo before heading out and before we could leave the street filled up with those zombie things.

Where's Bud, asked Johnny? He's dead, doug replied. When TSHTF he threw us the keys to the locks on the gun racks and told us to find cover. He grabbed his 1911 and went out the front door locking it behind him. He went ballistic, he was firing in rapid succession, reloading and firing again but they just kept coming for him. The bullets went right through tearing away flesh as he fired but they just kept coming. Head shots, said Johnny. What? asked Doug. Head shots, it's the only way to take them down, said John.

Just then the Girls and Bill came into the doorway, both girls looked like something out of a war movie. They had pistols on both hips and AR-15's in their hands. Bill was packing a Mossberg tactical shotgun, he was gripping it so hard his knuckles were white. The girls ran to their dad and brother, hugged them hard and said, Boy are we glad to see you guys!

Where's mom? asked Brandy. Back at the house, replied Johnny. You left her alone? Christy questioned. Of course not, said dad, she's home with about 30 of our neighbors waiting for us to get some ammo and get back before they run out. Everyone grab as much as you can carry and load the trunk of the Mustang with as much ammo and weapons as you can get in it.

With that they all started scurrying around. Brandy took the keys Bud had given her and started unlocking all the racks while everyone else unloaded them and emptied the ammo shelves. When they were done dad thought that they had overloaded the little Mustang. The bumper looked like it was about 4" off the ground when they all piled in, everyone that is except Johnny.

Where's that boy at? asked dad. Here he comes said Bill. Dad looked to the back of the door and saw his son heading for the car with a M60 under his arm, belts of ammo criss crossed on his chest and an ammo can in his hand. He was struggling under the weight of what he was carrying. Bill jumped from the car and grabbed the M60 from Johnny and the two climbed into the back seat. Johnny said, I thought this might come in handy. Good thinking son, said John, he fired up the Mustang and headed for home.

Mean while back at the house things were getting pretty hectic. Dee was watching the large group of zombies that were gathering at the head of the street. Those must be the ones that were chasing dad, Johnny and Jane (the reporter they rescued). She was getting nervous without big John in the house. Things always seemed ok when he was near no matter how bad it got.

From the back of the house she heard Mark (their elderly neighbor who was a vet.) call out in a hushed voice, any sign of them? Not yet! said Dee, But I hope they hurry, things are starting to heat up down the road. Mark called back, Same here, there's a large mob gathering in the back yard. I don't think they know we are here yet, they're just wandering around and it looks like they are sniffing the air trying to find us. I guess they don't yet know which house we are in.

All of a sudden it happened. Suger went to barking and it scared Fred so bad he started screaming at the top of his lungs, they're coming, I just know it! We have to get out of here! Dee tried to calm him down before he alerted the zombies outside but it was too late. The crowd at the end of the street started coming towards the house. She turned and cracked Fred with the butt of the P95 knocking him cold to stop his rant then she screamed, Get ready, don't waste your ammo and make every shot count. Just then she pulled up dad's 9mm and put a round into the head of the closest zombie. At the same time she heard Mark cut loose out the back window with the model 60.

The group in the loaded Mustang were almost home. Dad had taken a different route to avoid the crowd of zombies they had run into on the way out. Just as they rounded the corner to their street they heard the report of dad's 9mm firing as fast as it could. Mom was in trouble and dad's hair on the back of his neck stood up when he saw the crowd gathered around his house.

Dad stopped the car and yelled to Bill, Let me see that shotgun! He flipped off the safety, pointed it at the windshield and pulled the trigger. Glass flew everywhere. Johnny saw his dad start kicking at the windshield and joined in. In a matter of moments the glass was out and laying beside the car.

Johnny, get the M60 up here on the hood asap! ordered dad. Johnny bounced over the right side of the car, turned and grabbed the tripod. He positioned it at the center of the hood with the hind leg resting on the cowl. He mounted the machine gun and loaded a belt. As he chambered the first round, John was directing Doug to take the wheel and for his daughters to take position on either side of the back seat. Everyone was locked and loaded.

Dad had Johnny perched between the bucket seats on his knees directly behind the M60. John told him, Keep it pointed straight ahead son we don't want any stray rounds going through the house with everyone inside. Don't worry about head shots just mow them down. That thing will take off their arms and legs and the rest of us will finish them off as we pass through them.

John was on the right side because thats the side the house was on. Bill was on the left with the Mossberg. Turn it loose son! yelled John. The M60 was deafening when it came to life. Body parts were flying as the well armed group waided into the crowd. with the car idling along with the M60 out front and two people per side firing at the dropped bodies, none of the zombies got within four feet of the car.

Within minutes they were at the driveway. The M60 was empty and Johnny latched on to one of the many AR-15's laying in the back seat. He cleared the driveway of the ten or so zombies which allowed the procession to get close enough to the side window to start unloading the extra guns and ammo, after which they all headed for the back door.

As the group filed into the crowded house they heard the front and back windows open with a blaze of gun fire as those inside got the weapons passed out to the shooters among them. Almost as soon as it started it stopped. The group heard rain drops hitting the roof. It started to pour down by the bucket full.

John went to the front window and stood beside his wife and peared out. What's going on? he asked. I don't know, said Dee, the rain started falling and so did the zombies! Look, it's as if someone is pouring acid on them, their skin is melting away. Dad stuck his hand out the window. He pulled it back in touched his finger to his tongue and said, It's just plain ol rain!

Fourty five minutes later the rain stopped. As the crowd left the house they saw nothing more than a pile of bones scattered through out the neighborhood.

Just as the sun broke through the clouds a convoy of weekend warriors stopped at the head of the street. As they unloaded from the APC's Johnny looked at his dad and said, Better late than never right dad? John shrugged his shoulders and replied, you're learning son.

John looked at his wife who was clinging tightly to his arm and to his amazement heard her say, I'll never ask you again if we really need another gun in the house! John smiled looked at his son and said are we on for target practice next Saturday? You betcha! Johnny replied. From behind his son he heard both his daughters and their husbands say in unison, Count us in!

Fade to black.

The end......

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[Just One Shot]

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[HoosierQ]

What is the deal with Zombies? Am I missing something? Is there some connection between Zombies and shooting? I mean I get SHTF and EOTWAWKI...chaos right? Nuclear war, "the big one" (earthquake, hurricane, whatever), riots, etc. causing the fabric of society to unravel to some degree and people needing to protect themselves.

What in Sam Hill do Zombies have to do with anything?...anything at all?

 

[rondog]

Brains, brains.........

 

[Dan M.]

Did Johnny and his dad use the clips in the zombie's hair?