Brainmunchers: Meet William

[Foopzheart]

Chapter One: Meet William

Now, this story—It’s not exactly your regular tale. Or course, there’s the presence of zombies, but there is much more to this. You see, it’s not exactly easy to explain, but I’ll try. The only way I can see myself doing this is from recapping today’s events. This…let’s just call it a bump in the road…all began like stories such as this always begin. Somebody gets sick. The doctors think it’s the flu. Of course, they’re wrong. Within a week, half of Oklahoma is gone as the living dead ravage the state. You see, I was not aware of this until my house was in flames. I don’t enjoy the news—Honestly, it’s always bad. So, as you probably assume, I do not watch it. Sure, I heard of the creepy flu that started in some obscure town called Rewuny. I thought nothing of it, and brushed it off as my friends teasing me (I’m a hypochondriac, you see). Back on today’s events, anyways. So, I woke up, made a pot of coffee, all the normal crap you’d do in a normal morning. I went to work on my computer, as it was Sunday morning and I am an aspiring author.

Ha, I got a great chance now. Too bad all the publishers are now zombies. The bump in the road got to Oklahoma City, my home, at precisely that moment. My friend on the edge of town was being mauled by some creature as I leisurely sipped coffee and tap-tap-tapped away on my little HP computer. I paid no attention to the screams down the block, at about two P.M. I laughed a bit, actually. Silly little kid, Michael, down the block; always gleefully cheering as he rode his bike. Today, it wasn’t cheering; today, it wasn’t exactly that gleeful. How was I to know, though? At two-thirty, I heard the sirens. Panic boiled inside me, now. Did the elderly woman across the street leave her—BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP—I looked around in shock. Nope. Maybe I should’ve been more mindful of that little squeal from little Michael down the block. My house was on fire. My house was on fire because my friends weren’t teasing me. My house was on fire because the dead were on their feet.

I panicked, and thought of all those little things I’d read over my life. Zombie apocalypse? Ha, no problem! Get a close-range weapon, your pistol from your sock drawer (you know, just in case some freak tries to steal your undergarments), aim for the head, and bring provisions. Yep, no problem! “Now,” I shouted, to nobody but the groaning dismembered messes outside my door, “Assess this situation carefully, William.” I chuckled, considering the circumstances—That was what my third-grade math teacher always said. I guess I assessed it too long. My windows shattered as the creatures burst through. I threw the nearest blunt object—A small safe disguised as a dictionary—And flung it at the closest one. Its head caved in, and it stood again. With grey matter and maroon blood leaking from its noggin. It stumbled and fell. Dead once again. I gulped, making an audible click, and shuddered at the sight. I pulled out the shovel I had pulled from my garage. My close range weapon. I proceeded to smash the heads of the remaining four beasts.

When they fell, I finished packing and decided I’d head off to loot soon. Not the most morally correct thing to do, but, hell, I had to survive. Who wouldn’t be looting the nearest stores? However, I also needed to get out of there as fast as I could.

I decided I’d find food before anything. Canned foods. Jerky. Peanut butter. Things that last long, things that will make it easier. It then dawned upon me.

Shouldn’t I be freaking the hell out? I thought to myself.

And then the roof caved in.

[Foopzheart]

Should I continue this story?

I've got writer's block, but I can try.

[Shadowstar1922]

Sure. You should always try to keep writing until you are COMPLETELY SURE You can't come up with anything else. I always just write whats on my mind. Rarely do i plan it out.

[Leprechaun Lukia]

Sure. You should always try to keep writing until you are COMPLETELY SURE You can't come up with anything else. I always just write whats on my mind. Rarely do i plan it out.

I'm the same.I just thought off of my head in the Prologue of Code of Heart.