I spent a couple hours last night writing random stuff, and this is the beginning of a zombie short story.
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“Pete! Wake up!”
My eyes snapped open. “Wuh?” I said into the darkness.
I felt strong arms dragging me out of bed. “Come on, we’ve got to go!”
Panic gripped me as I felt a sudden emptiness under me. I fell to the ground and landed hard on a beanbag chair with a hard whuff. “ARGH!” I yelled. “For fuck’s sake, that hurt!”
I felt myself being dragged up off the ground. The light flicked on and I was temporarily blinded. I recognized my roommate, Steven, running around the room, an aluminum bat in one hand and backpack in the other. “Get your shoes on,” he said. “We’ve got to get out of here. Like, now. They’ve broken through the barricade.”
I stood there and looked at him dumbly. “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded. “Get your shoes on!”
I tossed his bat at me and it hit my shin. The pain jolted me back to life. I stooped down under the bed, grabbed a messenger bag that I had already filled with anything I needed, and I fumbled with the laces on my sneakers. Now armed with a headless lacrosse stick, Steven waited impatiently by the door. “Okay, I’m good,” I said as I threw the messenger bag’s strap over my shoulder.
Steven nodded, opened the door, and thrust his head out. He looked quickly to both sides before motioning for me to follow him. The hall was in a flurry of activity. There were a couple people going from room to room waking up their occupants. I could saw one person being carried bodily out of her bed, screaming. I looked away. As we walked quickly down the hall, he said, “They broke the barricades on the first floor, but we managed to throw a couple shelves down the stairs. That seems to be holding them for now.”
I jumped at the sound of a sudden crash. “Shit,” Steven said under his breath. We quickened our pace until we had reached the end of the hall. The door to the end room was open and a rope ladder in the open window led outside to the night air. The light in the room was off, probably to hide our escape. There was a loud boom back in the hall. Steven glanced nervously back into the hall. He shouldered his backpack and gingerly lowered himself down the ladder. I watched Steven through the window and began my way down as well when he was halfway there. “Are we just going to leave the others?” I whispered.
“We’re meeting up at the third floor in the main library,” Steven whispered back. “It’s just across the street, so it’s pretty close, and I think it’s still safe.”
I looked back up at the window. “Alright, let’s go.”
Steven nodded. He motioned for me to follow him around the corner of the building and into the bushes in front of the dorm. As we made our way through the cover of the front bushes, I realized just how dark the campus was. The lights that were usually on in main library were off. The streetlamps were still powered, so at least the grid was still active, but they seemed weaker than usual, although that could’ve just been me. Several cars were being used as barricades on the right end of the street outside our dorm, but it looked like one of them had been shoved away. I guess that’s where the zombies forced their way in. In the dim light, I could see shambling figures bent over a couple fallen bodies in the street. It looks like some people hadn’t gotten under cover in time.
“Aren’t they going to see us?” I eyed the zombies. I could’ve sworn that I saw one of them rise its head.
“No, I’m pretty sure they’re too busy eating,” Steven said back. “If we’re fast, we shouldn’t have any problems.”
He looked up and down the street. “Ready?”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”
Steven rose and began sprinting across the street. In unison, the zombies raised their heads to track the moving figure. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath, but the zombies’ attention didn’t stop me from following Steven.
“Go, go, go,” I hissed as a passed him. “ ‘Too busy eating’ my ass!”
Steven threw one look over his shoulders. The zombies were now following us. The only saving grace was that they weren’t that fast and the library wasn’t that far anyway. We could see the broken windows of the main library that people had thrown rocks at to get to shelter. Steven slowed to a walk and looked for a window with fewer glass shards before walking in. I was less fortunate and cut my leg on a jutting piece of glass. I hissed in pain, looked down, and saw that my left leg was cut. I clamped a hand over it as a followed Steven further into the library.
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DUN DUN DUHNNNNN…
