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Hey everybody, welcome to Part 1 of my Zombie Apocalypse-themed blog series, Dead on the Rise! In case you missed the introduction, it can be found [here]. Sorry for not uploading this on Friday, I had to take care of some family business over the weekend. Anyway, here it is, and I hope you enjoy!
Matt watched silently as several figures lumbered their way around his hideout. Through the slits in a boarded-up window, he counted at least seven of the mindless creatures wandering through the wasteland around him. Their moans tore through the surrounding silence, sending chills down Matto s spine. He turned from the window and quietly made his way down the hall of the abandoned house in which he had taken refuge.
Damn, Matt thought to himself, Who would have thought some of us were actually looking forward to a Zombie Apocalypse?
He entered the downstairs bedroom, where he had left his backpack for the night, and began taking inventory for the rest of his journey. Running through a mental checklist, Matt determined that all he needed now was extra water. Which was hard to come by in the New Mexico desert, if you were to stray too far from the Rio Grande river.
Matt pulled out a map of the state from his bag. Unfolding it carefully, he examined the route that was planned out, which would take him to the supposed o Safe Haveno known as Abrahamo s Refuge, in the suburbs of Albuquerque. He was with a group of survivors coming from Arizona, looking for a place to stay, when Matt learned of its existence. A splinter group was formed to scout the best path to Abrahamo s Refuge, and Matt volunteered to be a part of it.
Matt recalled the last moments before the scouting party was killed off, except for himself. They had reached the suburbs of Deming, NM, and were scavenging for supplies when a horde of the dead monsters ambushed them. Matt was one of only three others who made it out with their lives, and the only one who wasno t infected from bites or scratches. Jonah and Alex, the other two who escaped, decided to take each othero s lives before they could reanimate. All Matt could do was watch. Shuddering at the thought, he came back to reality. Folding up the map, he placed it back in his backpack, double checked that he had his belongings, and made his way towards the door.
o Thereo s too many to sneak past,o Matt thought aloud. o I need a distractiono ¦o
He pondered this for a moment, when an idea came to him. He went throughout the house, unscrewing lightbulbs from various lamps, and took them to the Kitchen, on the opposite side of the house from the front door. He then put the bulbs in the microwave, and shut the door. Looking through the refrigerator, he found a package of rotting steaks. He opened the package and placed the steaks around the kitchen. Then, after checking the back for any nearby zombies, he quickly opened the back door, turned on the microwave, and hurried to the front.
Matt waited patiently for the bulbs to start popping. The hum of the microwave was quickly replaced with the bangs and pops of the shattering bulbs. One by one, the zombies that had once blockaded Matts escape began finding their way to the back of the house and to the rotten meat he had left there. Matt waited until he was confident that most of the creatures were towards the back, and stealthily left the house. One lone zombie remained, blocking the route to escape. Matt quickly drew his silenced Glock-17, scavenged off a dead traveler, and fired a bullet into the skull of the impeding zombie.
That oughta do it, Matt mused to himself. He took a look at his surroundings, and then started off towards the sun slowly rising over the horizon. His next destination was to be the city of Las Cruces, nearly a dayo s walk away from where he was.
o I better make the daylight count,o Matt spoke aloud.
He had no idea about who- or what- waited for him on the journey.
Dead on the Rise o Part 1
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Matt watched silently as several figures lumbered their way around his hideout. Through the slits in a boarded-up window, he counted at least seven of the mindless creatures wandering through the wasteland around him. Their moans tore through the surrounding silence, sending chills down Matto s spine. He turned from the window and quietly made his way down the hall of the abandoned house in which he had taken refuge.
Damn, Matt thought to himself, Who would have thought some of us were actually looking forward to a Zombie Apocalypse?
He entered the downstairs bedroom, where he had left his backpack for the night, and began taking inventory for the rest of his journey. Running through a mental checklist, Matt determined that all he needed now was extra water. Which was hard to come by in the New Mexico desert, if you were to stray too far from the Rio Grande river.
Matt pulled out a map of the state from his bag. Unfolding it carefully, he examined the route that was planned out, which would take him to the supposed o Safe Haveno known as Abrahamo s Refuge, in the suburbs of Albuquerque. He was with a group of survivors coming from Arizona, looking for a place to stay, when Matt learned of its existence. A splinter group was formed to scout the best path to Abrahamo s Refuge, and Matt volunteered to be a part of it.
Matt recalled the last moments before the scouting party was killed off, except for himself. They had reached the suburbs of Deming, NM, and were scavenging for supplies when a horde of the dead monsters ambushed them. Matt was one of only three others who made it out with their lives, and the only one who wasno t infected from bites or scratches. Jonah and Alex, the other two who escaped, decided to take each othero s lives before they could reanimate. All Matt could do was watch. Shuddering at the thought, he came back to reality. Folding up the map, he placed it back in his backpack, double checked that he had his belongings, and made his way towards the door.
o Thereo s too many to sneak past,o Matt thought aloud. o I need a distractiono ¦o
He pondered this for a moment, when an idea came to him. He went throughout the house, unscrewing lightbulbs from various lamps, and took them to the Kitchen, on the opposite side of the house from the front door. He then put the bulbs in the microwave, and shut the door. Looking through the refrigerator, he found a package of rotting steaks. He opened the package and placed the steaks around the kitchen. Then, after checking the back for any nearby zombies, he quickly opened the back door, turned on the microwave, and hurried to the front.
Matt waited patiently for the bulbs to start popping. The hum of the microwave was quickly replaced with the bangs and pops of the shattering bulbs. One by one, the zombies that had once blockaded Matts escape began finding their way to the back of the house and to the rotten meat he had left there. Matt waited until he was confident that most of the creatures were towards the back, and stealthily left the house. One lone zombie remained, blocking the route to escape. Matt quickly drew his silenced Glock-17, scavenged off a dead traveler, and fired a bullet into the skull of the impeding zombie.
That oughta do it, Matt mused to himself. He took a look at his surroundings, and then started off towards the sun slowly rising over the horizon. His next destination was to be the city of Las Cruces, nearly a dayo s walk away from where he was.
o I better make the daylight count,o Matt spoke aloud.
He had no idea about who- or what- waited for him on the journey.
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