Someone Else’s Atrocious Story PART 2

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Someone Else’s Atrocious Story

By

Sean Mcbride

PART 2

03/21/19

3:26 AM

Chad,

I tried to go on like normal, you feel me?  I mean I knew those things were out there.  I knew they were invadin’ the neighborhood.  That’s actually what scared me the most.  Those…things…coming into my life and changing things to the point where nothing else could be the same.  Dicks, making me change to have to deal with them.

At first it wasn’t a big deal.  They be around, but you just kinda ignore them, ya know?  Then people I knew started to turn.  I ‘member being at a bar and talking to this bro I’d shared beers with.  He heard me talking ‘bout them creatures, and I could see how he looked at me.  Like I fucking stank or something.  I mean damn really?  They were zombies!  What’s wrong with these fools?  Later, I saw that dude talking to the zombies.  He walked up to ‘em and they talked for a while, but after that day, I never saw that dude again.  Stupid people.  You can’t hang with zombies and not be infected.  Anyway.

Two weeks later I was leaving that bar.  I just wanted to have a drink or three and get outta there before the zombies started in.  They tended to come around after dark.  No surprise there.  Anyway.  I left the bar and there was a zombie out there.  I could tell by the shuffle.  It was just dark.  The sky was gray, the sun had just gone down and the street lights were lit.  They was a zombie in the alley behind the bar.

Usually you can walk right by ‘em.  You know, just put your head down and hurry by.  They usually let you go.  Not this one though.  It held out its arm to stop me.  I panicked.  I knew it was gunna try and turn me.  Make me one of … them.  I jumped back and grabbed a bottle off the ground.  My quick movements seemed to surprise it, but nothing surprised it more that the bottle over its undead head.  Then I slammed that bottle home.  Right in the neck.  I worked that thing.  I’m not proud of it.  Oh what the fuck, I’m damn proud.   It scared me.  It was nasty.  But eventually that damn zombie finally died.  I hid the body in the dumpster back there, then started a fire.

 

03/21/19

8:04 AM

Travis,

Well, like I said before you need to work on your writing voice.  But, for sure, bringing in real events like that will make the story come to life a little more.  That dumpster fire was brutal man.  I think like three people died at that club.  When the fire hit the club people panicked and I think one of the people died because they got trampled.  That might be something that you want to talk about a little in the story.  The repercussions of the story.  The ancillary deaths and injuries.  The mental response from people.

Yikes!  I almost said anyway.  God I can hear you voice when I read your story.  Keep it going.  The reality is a bit disturbing, but I guess it’s a horror story, so it should be disturbing.

 

03/25/19

2:26 AM

Chad,

Ancillary?  I looked that shit up and I still don’t get it.  Anyway.  Cool.  Glad it makes sense, ‘cause you know, you’re a nerd and you know these things.

I went home that night and thought ‘bout what happened.  I thought I was gunna feel weird about it.  You know, killing those zombies?  I thought maybe I didn’t feel bad after killin’ the zombie in the garage ‘cause of shock, ya know?  But the more I thought about it, I was like, well yeah.  Its zombies.  I mean come on.  Some people might not want to get their hands dirty, but deep down, everyone wants to kill those zombies.

So I sat at home and figured out a plan.  I’d be really careful.  I’d pick one off at a time.  Then I’d throw them in the incinerator at the paper factory.  You know, thin out the herd and make it safer for everyone else.  Bring back some safety to the neighborhood.

So I started.  I’d sneak around at night and pick off one or two.  I’d bash ‘em in the head and take ‘em down, then cut off the head of those terrible stinking creatures.  I thought I was doing a great thing.  I thought I was doing the right thing.  But they just kept coming.  Once I really got started I noticed that there seemed to be more than ever.  They were everywhere.  They were taking over the neighborhood.  Damn man, they had already taken over the neighborhood.

I gotta admit.  I got kinda scared.  I stayed in my house more and more.  I’d only go out if I had to go to work or to get food.  But everywhere I went they was there.  I made sure that I kept my distance from them.  I made sure that I never came into contact with those creatures.  But other people didn’t seem to care.  They’d just join in with that zombie crowd.  I knew it was because they’d been infected themselves.  I knew they hadn’t turned yet, but damn you could see they felt the effects.  I mean why’d they even get close enough to touch a zombie if they didn’t?  I had to get more serious.  I had to stop fools from getting’ too close to those shuffling things.  I knew that meant I had to take down some actual people.  Ya know.  Like preventative.  So I did.

 

03/25/19

8:26 AM

Travis,

Damn man, this is really creepy.  Kinda hitting close to home.  You might want to be a little careful with this since there have been some disappearances lately.  You don’t want the police or anyone thinking that you might have something to do with these disappearances.  Tell me you don’t have anything to do with those man, and I’ll believe you.  It would make me feel a hell of a lot better if I knew that you weren’t out there kidnapping people.  If I knew you weren’t…killing people.  I mean I never really liked you that much, but that’s next level.

I know you’re kind of a dick, but I don’t think you could actually kill anyone.  Again, just tell me its true man and I’ll believe it.  You never seemed to be someone that would do something like this.  I even asked around to some of your friends.  It made me make Facebook friends with them, which I’m not thrilled about, but they seemed cordial enough.  They did say that you had become a little more reclusive, but also that you were just your normal self when you were around them.  You’re freaking me out a bit man.  Tell me what’s going on.

 

03/30/19

3:47 AM

Chad,

Yeah no worries bro.  I mean the story is about a serial killer, but I’m not a killer.  I’m a mechanic, bro, not a killer.  Anyway.

After taking a few of them down, I noticed the issue got a little better.  People stayed away from the places that I focused on.  Less fools seemed to be turning into zombies.  I mean, everything seemed to be going fire.  I only saw zombies here and there.  So I go out and I got a couple of guns.  I got a machete.  I even got a damn bow.  I wanna make sure I could protect myself in case they started coming back round.  Bro, it made me feel better.  I even named my Glock Betsy.  She slept beside me.  Actually she still sleeps beside me.  Right there on the other pillow.

Then one day a zombie came knocking on the door.  Just damn brazen.  Came right up and knocked.  I couldn’t believe it.  I grabbed my machete, ‘cause I always have it in the umbrella stand next to the door.  I opened the door a crack and that zombie stood there looking at me.  I grabbed it by the shirt it was wearing and threw it onto onto my hardwood floor.  I kicked the door shut and brought the machete down on the creature.  It cut like butter.  That fool zombie moaned a bit, as only a zombie can, but then it died.

I buried it in my back yard.  I couldn’t believe that stupid ass thing came right up to my door!  I realized I didn’t protect myself enough against these things.  So I boarded up my house.  I nailed boards on the windows.  I put multiple deadbolts on the doors.  I boarded up my back door and the side door.  I kept wood next to the front door, so in an emergency I could board that up.  I loaded up the basement with C4.  I mean I wasn’t gunna let those things win, ya know?  There was no way I was gunna let them change me.  Anyway.

Nothing happened for a while.  The zombies seemed to get the idea.  Then I made the mistake of turning on the TV.  The zombies were everywhere, bro.  Fucking everywhere.  Then there was a news story about zombies gathering at the mall.  I thought…damn.  This is my chance.  I can get rid of them all at once!  It’ll be fire!  People’d talk about it for ages.  I had to take down that mall while they were doing their thing.  Obviously any real people there would be…what do you call it?  Forfeit?  You mess with those creatures, you become those creatures.

 

03/30/19

12:05 PM

Travis,

I went by your house and it’s boarded up.  I looked up the event at the Mall this weekend.  It’s an NAACP rally.  I’ve called the cops.  I’m sorry if you were just screwing around.  But this is too serious.

 

Local News Tonight

In other news, on this Friday March 30th, a homebrew terrorist attack was thwarted.  The police arrested Travis Nelson of Cincinnatti, Ohio on suspicion of terrorist attacks and allegedly, multiple counts of murder.  Apparently a source which is being help anonymously by the police turned in several emails detailing the story, and upon inspection, all the details were corroborated.  Nelson apparently was planning a bombing at the NAACP rally at Century Mall…

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