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Prompts - 1. prompt 244
An Angel and the Zombies
I finally felt safe, after a hair raising run through the shopping centre, I had reached the little row of units. There were a few of your run of the mill flesh eaters out there, but not too many.
Their origin, like your bog standard zombie was, still a mystery. All we knew were they spread like fire and were hard to kill. Never take on a zombie in hand to hand. Always use a weapon.
It had been 6 months since the plague started. Within 3 months the world had gone to pot. Zombies took over; if it had a pulse it got munched. If you got bit you turned, if you got scratched you turned. It was all one big clusterbuck. Sorry for all that’s gone on I still don’t swear. Yup 24, a virgin and I don’t swear. What can I say, I’m an angel.
It was hell; it seemed that anyone who was getting some got the bug. Even with precautions it still got you. The few geeks I knew called it the Nerd revenge. Hey, we knew how to kill a Zombie, we knew they hunted by smell and finally most of us were virgins.
I didn’t stop me feeling sorry for the people we lost, on the most part anyway. There are always one or two. Hey survival of the fittest was always there motto, when beating me. Now who is smiling?
My safe haven was a small Warehouse, the local Airsoft guys had used it as heir site for years and it was like Fort Apache. There were three entry points that hadn’t been bricked up. All were guarded. The roof always had a guard posted on each corner. Inside sliding steel doors designed to contain blasts, could easily be closed, a right modern day Castle.
The gatekeeper let me pass, yeh I know so Dungeons and Dragons. I stopped inside the loading bay airlock watching the door slide shut behind. Once closed the inner door was opened and in I went.
“Kevin, they got Silvertips, saw him, well what was left of him down by the Railway crossing.”
Kevin was my age cute but skinny, to skinny for me. Silvertips was his Boyfriend from afar, a pseudo cowboy, or as much of one as you can get in Scotland, who was Hot, but damn thick. It was easy for me as most of the guys were my age and I had always preferred older men.
I did feel sorry for Kevin, Silvertips had been great relaxation material, not anymore
I was hunger, so dumping my gear in my dorm. Yup dorm I shared with 5 others. I’m the lucky one though I’m gay. They all have their “talents”, some angel, huh!
Finding food was easy one thing we did well was forage; hey most of us had been cubs and scouts. We knew our stuff.
It was early evening when it happened, first there was a shout then a gun shot, then more. Pretty soon anyone how could use one was armed and heading to a window.
The reason for the chaos was a guy. Someone had gotten through the wall and was being chased by, yeh you guessed it, Zombies. He was running round the factory grounds trying to find a way in and our guys on the roof were trying to keep him safe.
He finally got to the main door as I got to it, with Kevin and Brian, our cook.
We heard him banging on the steel doors as we pressed the button to open them.
As they raised they guy keep banging them, heedless of the instructions to drop and roll.
That was until I reached out from under it and grabbed his leg.
Even over the gunshots, shouts and steel being hit anyone would have heard the shriek.
He dropped to the deck in a ball and between Brian and I, we dragged him under the door letting Kevin shut it.
We had been lucky as the door raised a puff of dust as it sealed we heard the slap of zombie limbs hit it.
He man, yes it was a man, probably fortyish, was in the foetal position shacking.
“Thank you, Thank you, Thank you….” His mantra.
Uncurling him we got him to his sill shaky feet and for the first time I saw him. Daniel Craig, had nothing on his guy, I was hard and sticky in seconds.
We got him settled in a chair and still all he could say was thank you. Fetching a drink I sat with him and watched as he finally quieted and took a sip. My angel status slipped due the thoughts of what those lipped could part on next.
This was the first time since the zombie I had urges and they would be the undeath of me……
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