Prompt 2: Zombie Invasion

Crap. It’s happened. I knew I should have started running weeks ago. Yeah, I know zombies can’t run but shit, they are persistent. Like water. They will keep coming and they will probably never stop, unless there is a tastier , or louder distraction in the distance. But let’s be honest. If I’m running my thunderous steps and the sounds of a dying whale that will no doubt be coming out my mouth will give me away in 30 seconds flat.  I need a plan. My family has already be turned, so I need to move my furniture in front of my door… As quietly as possible. Let me text everyone and see if they have survived, goddamn why is there suddenly no service. The electricity is still running so that’s something. Crap, okay. I’m on my own but that’s fine.

Let’s see, there are twenty-nine floors in this apartment building, around eight apartments per floor with at least four people per apartment.  With workers that’s at least 933 people...uh zombies, in this building and 232 apartments with food, supplies and let’s be real, weapons, knives, bats and if I’m lucky a gun or two. I don’t think zombies are smart enough to know how unlock doors with keys so everyone who was in their apartment should be contained. I can use my bobby pins and old credit cards and my hammer to pick or force open other doors. Do zombies know how to climb buildings? The height thing can work to my advantage. If secure the building floor by floor I should be good for a long while.

Oh my gosh! Yes make-up! Zombies recognize other zombies by sight and probably scent. I can use my make up to disguise myself as a zombie! I can probably rip some of my old clothes apart and maybe confuse them for scent.  Zombies smell like rot and mold. Mold! My sister old plant was smelling funky cause it couldn’t decide how much water it wanted to intake. Perfect I’ll just rub that around myself until I can get to the fridge and get some actual meat to let rot in my pockets. Okay let me grab some of my backpacks. I’ll start with the apartment next door. But what about my family? I think they’d rather be dead than live as the undead. I don’t actually want to kill them though… but if I can push them off the roof the height should get them and I won’t have to witness it. I can use my camera stand to hold them off until I get them over the edge. Sorry guys, it’s a battle of survival.

I move the furniture from the entrance to my bedroom.  It gets the attention of my undead family, I can hear their groaning and moaning from behind the wooden door. Here we go, and may God have mercy of my soul. I throw my door open and begin the first battle of the long war that will no doubt follow.