Post by ruuruu-chan on Jan 9, 2013 20:52:53 GMT -5
My name is Surry Lancaster, and I want to tell you the story of when Z day came around; when the world changed, and when there was no way out....
It was early spring, the scent of flowers hanging heavily over the North Carolina air. The green trees swayed in the light breeze as the sun shone its vivid rays on the meadows. The fluffy white clouds reminded Surry of pillows stuffed with billowy cotton. She smiled up at the sky as she finished weeding her garden. It was the perfect day to get some sun, but what she didn't know was that this perfect day would soon become her worst nightmare.
Surry went into her house, tracking dirt on the floor. She clucked her tongue on the roof of her mouth and said, "Darn it. I guess I'll clean that up later. She hung up her apron on the coat rack and noticed that backpack that has been there forever. Surry had this one fear of the house catching on fire and then she would be left with nothing.
Her mother used to tell Surry of when she grew up as a child. Surry always loved hearing her mom talk, but some of the stories scared her shitless, to be blunt about it. Her mom, Kirby, would always talk about the two times when her childhood caught on fire. Once when she was eight and another when she was fourteen. Surry couldn't imagine losing her home twice.
So as a resolving issue, she packed her old military rucksack full of supplies she would need when her house did burn. It was right next to the front door and it was within an arms reach. Her friends always thought she was a little crazy, but what Surry didn't know was that this pack would be the savior to her life on many occassions. (In case some of you are wondering... this is me in a nutshell. I really have a backpack ready in case of fires, and I really did join the military many years ago.)
The morning wore on as Surry drank her coffee, smoked that 'last' cigarette... how she wished she could quit someday. She snuffed out the cigarette when she saw something on TV. Something was going on and it looked serious. Surry crawled onto the couch and turned up the volume.
"Evacuate! I repeat, Evacuate your homes and get far away from cities! It's the dead! They're coming back alive!" The news reporter nearly yelled. At first I thought it was some lame joke. Zombies weren't real. How could they be? I wanted to turn off the TV when I saw them pan the camera towards downtown of Asheville. My older sister lived there. My heart thumped in my throat.
I saw them, the dead walking, fires everywhere and utter chaos. I felt my hand tremble when I realized that I had begun to cry. I never cry, but my sister and her boyfriend were there. I had to get to them, but to get into the city could spell my death. I quickly got off the couch and grabbed my cell phone.
I dialed my sister's number. To my ease she answered the phone, "Hey sis, It's Surry. Yeah you saw it too? Well get out NOW. I'll meet you..." then the phone crackled and buzzed off. I tried to dial her number again but there was nothing coming out of the blasted device. I knew that it was time to get out myself.
I knew my sister knew where to meet me... at least I hoped so. There was only one place that would be safe and that was the lake house in Tennessee. It belonged to my Aunt, but it was well stocked.
I got my shoes on and hurried through the house. I got some extra clothes, got all the medicine I could think of, and my gun with extra rounds. If I was going in this mess then I would be prepared. I stuffed the things in my sack until I couldn't fit anymore. I walked out of my house and I saw people hurrying from their homes. People were backing up into each other and everyone was in a frenzy.
I didn't know if I would be getting out with my car, but I had to get out while I had the chance. And to think... it was such a good morning too...
It was early spring, the scent of flowers hanging heavily over the North Carolina air. The green trees swayed in the light breeze as the sun shone its vivid rays on the meadows. The fluffy white clouds reminded Surry of pillows stuffed with billowy cotton. She smiled up at the sky as she finished weeding her garden. It was the perfect day to get some sun, but what she didn't know was that this perfect day would soon become her worst nightmare.
Surry went into her house, tracking dirt on the floor. She clucked her tongue on the roof of her mouth and said, "Darn it. I guess I'll clean that up later. She hung up her apron on the coat rack and noticed that backpack that has been there forever. Surry had this one fear of the house catching on fire and then she would be left with nothing.
Her mother used to tell Surry of when she grew up as a child. Surry always loved hearing her mom talk, but some of the stories scared her shitless, to be blunt about it. Her mom, Kirby, would always talk about the two times when her childhood caught on fire. Once when she was eight and another when she was fourteen. Surry couldn't imagine losing her home twice.
So as a resolving issue, she packed her old military rucksack full of supplies she would need when her house did burn. It was right next to the front door and it was within an arms reach. Her friends always thought she was a little crazy, but what Surry didn't know was that this pack would be the savior to her life on many occassions. (In case some of you are wondering... this is me in a nutshell. I really have a backpack ready in case of fires, and I really did join the military many years ago.)
The morning wore on as Surry drank her coffee, smoked that 'last' cigarette... how she wished she could quit someday. She snuffed out the cigarette when she saw something on TV. Something was going on and it looked serious. Surry crawled onto the couch and turned up the volume.
"Evacuate! I repeat, Evacuate your homes and get far away from cities! It's the dead! They're coming back alive!" The news reporter nearly yelled. At first I thought it was some lame joke. Zombies weren't real. How could they be? I wanted to turn off the TV when I saw them pan the camera towards downtown of Asheville. My older sister lived there. My heart thumped in my throat.
I saw them, the dead walking, fires everywhere and utter chaos. I felt my hand tremble when I realized that I had begun to cry. I never cry, but my sister and her boyfriend were there. I had to get to them, but to get into the city could spell my death. I quickly got off the couch and grabbed my cell phone.
I dialed my sister's number. To my ease she answered the phone, "Hey sis, It's Surry. Yeah you saw it too? Well get out NOW. I'll meet you..." then the phone crackled and buzzed off. I tried to dial her number again but there was nothing coming out of the blasted device. I knew that it was time to get out myself.
I knew my sister knew where to meet me... at least I hoped so. There was only one place that would be safe and that was the lake house in Tennessee. It belonged to my Aunt, but it was well stocked.
I got my shoes on and hurried through the house. I got some extra clothes, got all the medicine I could think of, and my gun with extra rounds. If I was going in this mess then I would be prepared. I stuffed the things in my sack until I couldn't fit anymore. I walked out of my house and I saw people hurrying from their homes. People were backing up into each other and everyone was in a frenzy.
I didn't know if I would be getting out with my car, but I had to get out while I had the chance. And to think... it was such a good morning too...