Zombies seemed to have cropped up everywhere in today's culture, everything from Shaun of the Dead, AMC's Hit series The Walking Dead, to Novels like Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion.
Well I myself have started a short story that I am only releasing online, about the popular flesh-eating stumblers. So I happily present to you the first Part in my Short story for Online Readers, Zombie Academy.
Enjoy.
For the Undead:
Keep on Stumbling, There are Brains in your future.
W. F.
Part One
Marie Lazlo awoke to the annoying chime of the old bell alarm clock by her nightstand and hastily sat up in her bed before turning it off, resisting the urge to throw it across the room in annoyance. Yawning heavily and rubbing her eyes fervently, she stared around, not taking in anything in particular, as she wasn’t fully awake yet. She sighed deeply and got out of bed, grabbing a dark green button down shirt and some tan pants and got dressed in a hastily fashion, and then made her way to her kitchen. She put on a pot of coffee and looked out of her window, waiting on the coffee to brew. Today the sun was shining bright and magnificent upon the blue sky, and there was not a cloud in sight. She looked out into what was left of her once beautiful green yard, and saw five stumbling, pale grey, and somewhat disfigured corpses wandering around it aimlessly, groaning and moaning. She sighed once more as she watched them, wanting only to join them in their quest for brains and blood, to enjoy the nothingness and pure bliss that seemed to come with being a zombie. But alas, the world wasn’t that kind to her.
The whole world had changed about five years previous, infecting many with the disease of the undead, turning many humans into bloodthirsty and brain-craving animals almost overnight. The disease had been accidentally released by the now defunct CDC, which were its first victims, and soon spread all across the entire earth, afflicting a good ninety percent of the population. Those people that were left to fight off the majority of what was once humanity slowly depleted, having killed themselves off by quarreling with each other, or being the victims of the disease itself, by being bitten or scratched by the hungry and relentless undead. There was only about five percent of humanity left now, those who were smart enough to avoid the dead and those who the disease did not seem to affect, somehow being immune to its affects, even when bitten. The remaining people had gathered to the dead center of what was once called the United States, in a massive complex in a place known simply as the O-Zone (Meaning Zero infected Zone). There they had built a fair sized community, complete with neighborhoods, electricity, running water, schools, gun shops, gas stations, and even retail stores. There was no need for walls in the O-Zone, as the people were immune to the virus and its victims, but many of the houses were reinforced with heavy metal fences or several timed-locking mechanisms on the windows and doors, to prevent a zombie from walking into their homes while they were having dinner, or making love.
Marie was among this small populous. She had been bitten a total of nine times to date, and so far, nothing had happened, other than her gaining a new scar to go along with the others she had gathered. Marie was a teacher at one of the schools, and not just any of the schools, she was a teacher at the school for Zombie Defense and Avoidance, nicknamed The Zombie Academy. Here she taught children and adults of all ages on how to defend themselves against the unruly flesh-eaters.
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