Z-Year

Author’s Note- This story is about zombies. If you have fear of zombies or of being eaten, this book is not for you. Enjoy! The rest of the book will be sold when my friend and I complete the book. Please tell your friends to read it too!

Prologue

Thanks a lot! You almost got my head ripped off! 

You’re probably wondering how you almost caused me to lose my head. Well, if you were writing in the middle of zombie country, you’d probably be close to losing your head every day too. So thanks a lot jerk-face! If you got me killed, all the thousands of other people who are reading this book too wouldn’t get to read it, and it would be all your fault.

You’re probably thinking “Zombies? Ha ha! Get real! Zombies don’t exist!”, but they do. I’ll tell you and the rest of the world who’s brave enough to hear about the worlds soon decease. You’ll probably want to stock up.

Chapter 1 – Today

I’m just your everyday, average, teenager. Except, I Don’t think you’d expect to see a 16 year old, walking around, listening to heavy metal – very loudly –, holding a double barrel shotgun. Well, you’d probably expect all of them… except the shotgun.

 But as it turns out, if you were in my position without a shotgun, you’d be the next meal of an insane flesh eater. And no, I’m not talking about your cannibal mother, I’m talking about a zombie.

 Zombies are some of the most abundant creatures in the world. There are zombie dogs, zombie people, zombie trees too. You name it, we have it. People might tell you that only people can be zombies, but they’re wrong, at least, I’m pretty sure they are. Hey, if you see a chihuahua trying to rip someones head off (unless it’s the owners head and you just saw them neglect them), I’ll put $300 on it that that silly little chihuahua is a human devouring zombie.

 People used to say: “Zombies?! Yeah right! You guys are idiots!”. Those people who didn’t believe were the ones who were gone first. And no, I don’t mean to the casino. I mean dead.

 The best thing about a world with zombies is that minors like me are allowed to carry around guns, and shoot them too. But that’s only because all the cops around here are eating more flesh than doughnuts and drinking more blood than coffee.

 It used to be that we used swords to kill the zombies. Long, fantastic, beautifully carved swords. This was until the zombies figured out that swords could be broken. Now it’s just me and my Uzi. With that Uzi and my shotgun, you think I’d feel safe, right? Nope! These zombies are getting smarter. Just last week I saw one holding a gun. Too bad it was holding the gun the wrong way. It blew it’s own head off with that 12-gauge shotgun…… Uh, never mind about smarter zombies.

In fact, rather than them getting smarter, I think they’re getting more mentally deficient by the hour. In fact, I saw one zombie, holding a hand grenade. He was curious, not knowing what in God’s name he was holding. He probably thought it tasted something like brains, since he ate it. I’d say it got as far as his stomach before there was nothing left of him but a bloody pile. Oh what a beautiful sight.

 The world wasn’t always like this. In fact, my first run-in with the zombies wasn’t too long ago. But back then, there were only a couple thousand. Now, every step you take, you run in with people uglier than even you, which is hard to believe. No offense, but on a scale of 1-10, one being a regular person and 10 being a zombie, you fall in at about an 8.25.

 These mindless freaks were serious from the start. They want brains. Too bad they only end up getting flesh and blood. The reason? They haven’t come up with a successful way to get to the brain. So I’m glad they don’t know, ’cause I’d be screwed.

 Let me tell you all about how the zombies came about. How I learned of them. A time that’s only 4 months ago, but seems like a distant memory now. A time when I first encountered what is likely to be, the only things in the world uglier and more cannibalistic than your mother.

Chapter 2 – Memories, Dreams, And Christmas Cards

 It all started one frigid day in the dead of winter. My friend and I were going to the mall. Ah memories. I called her a wimp for wearing a scarf, heavy coat, and more, while I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and black jeans. We got in the mall and all hell broke loose. There were zombies everywhere. Thousands of them. I was just standing there, trying to process it all, trying to figure out if they were real. I turned to my friend to ask her if she saw them too, and she had a straight answer. How straight of an answer? How’s being eaten alive sound?

 So after seeing my friend’s chunky remains, I ran like hell. The only thought running through my head was of the girl who had been like a sister to me being devoured. I almost cried at that, but processing emotions is pretty difficult when the only thing you can see behind you is the faces of a couple thousand zombies. Those things made me want to spew up my lunch.

 After running a while, I got to the police station. I went inside, and there was nobody there. “How strange, an empty police station,” I thought to myself while wandering through. I proceeded to the back of the room and saw a whole bunch of guns and weapons. What should have been going through my head was: “Which weapons would be best for defeating the zombie menace?” What actually was going through my head was: “HOLY FREAKING SHIT!” Even under pressure I like the sight of guns. There were a crap load of guns up there. From Double-Barrels, to pipe bombs, to Uzis, to smoke bombs. I didn’t know what I’d need, so I just grabbed it all. There were only two things too big to fit in my bag, and that was the Uzi and the Double-Barrel. I just put the straps around me and loaded the rest into my bag.

 I heard the door of the station open. I stand up and walk toward the door, wiping the sweat off my forehead. “Thank God you’re here Mr. Police-man! There are thousands of zombies out there!” I say. It took me only a moment to realize that was not a police man after I heard “MRRRFFFF!!!” It only took me one quick shot of the shotgun to get rid of that ugly thing. Right in the head. Or, what should be the head. I don’t think there was enough body left there for it to be a head. After that shot, I headed outside. One down. Thousands to go.

 I went outside and the quaint little town I had lived in for so long had become a nightmare turned real. Well, one of my nightmares. I have no clue what your nightmares are like. My new mission was to go home and grab my money I kept at home. I ran to the skate store and grabbed a board. I noticed that the cashier was dead. Small business as this is, I figured it ain’t a franchise. I just took their money. They wouldn’t be needing it, and I’d need it more.

 All I knew was I needed to get out of this hell-hole of a town before I became a human happy meal. So I raced to my house, only to find the first wave of zombies already beat me to my street. Out came the Desert Eagles I grabbed from the police station. And down went the first group. I ran into my house, stole my parents retirement fund, debit cards, and pocket money, grabbed my own money, and made a bee-line for the edge of town.

 The second wave found me on the outskirts. “Shit, more zombies” I thought to myself. So I tossed some hand grenades, and they were gone. Much too easily. Then, out of nowhere, 1000 busted out down the street. Oh, the weather outside was frightful, and the sound of my Molotov wasn’t very delightful, but it was very effective. Thousands of flaming, screaming, zombies spewing blood and puss. If only I had a camera, I could have taken the picture for this year’s Christmas card. I snapped a couple of quick shots on my iPhone for the road.

 Of course, the rest of them were on the last line of the road. About 100,000 zombies all grouped together, waiting for me. So what did I do? I went all gunslinger on them, firing my shotgun and Uzi at the same time, unloading my mini-gun, and after that there were still about 50,000 left. “Shit,” I thought. “What the fuck am I going to do about this mess?”

 That’s when I remembered my greatest advantage, my pipe bomb. Why I didn’t use it in the first place, I don’t know, but I threw it right into the middle of the crowd. The bomb stuck right into the face of the ugliest, most disgusting zombie of them all. Then it exploded. A raging storm of the guts, blood, and body parts of thousands of zombies. (Another Christmas card opportunity) I was free, and safe – for the moment.