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Thread: They Rise Again

  1. #11
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    I was beginning to wonder when 'Kyle' was getting a 'klue'....
    leave the gun... take the cannoli...

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    Tagged, Good read so far.

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    Chapter 1 (cont.)

    Recovering his senses, Kyle snatched the keys from the mower and dashed to his house, unlocking the door with Olympic record speed and slamming it shut behind him. He fumbled with the deadbolt and chain lock before getting them into place and running to the phone. Still dead! "No! No! No!" He tapped the switchhook a few times and got only dead silence on the line. He then flipped open his cellular phone and saw that it had no 'bars', no signal. Sweat poured down his face and dripped in his eyes as he went to the bathroom and stuck his head under the faucet, letting cold water pour over his hair and neck. He lifted his head and looked into the mirror, vaguely surprised in his shocked state to see that the front of his shirt was speckled with bits of fluid and material, probably from when he'd kicked 'Jim' in the stomach.

    Kyle ripped his shirt off and tossed it into the bathroom garbage can, then after a second of thought did the same with his shorts, underwear and socks. He quickly stepped into the shower and washed off, scrubbing his skin with soap as if he could wash away the day's events. By the time he'd cleaned up and gotten dressed, the sun was dipping down towards the horizon. He went around the house, cautiously peering out his windows to check the street and lawns for more signs of trouble. His bedroom window was splattered with gore, so he skipped over that one, already knowing what was out there. With no signs of movement outside, Kyle went to one of his closets and opened it up, searching around until he found his softball equipment. He grabbed an aluminum softball bat and took a couple of test swings with it in his living room, trying to gauge how much damage he could do to a person with it. The bat was balanced for whacking a softball, but he wasn't sure how useful it would be against the walking dead.

    Walking dead. That had to be it, right? Those things he'd encountered outside had clearly died before, there was just no way for a person with no throat to keep going like that. Kyle could be pretty oblivious and day-dreamy at times, but he wasn't an idiot. The logic fit, no matter how illogical the conclusion might seem. Maybe there was more information posted on the internet before it had stopped updating? He leaned his bat against the wall and sat down at his computer, trying various searches for things like 'zombies' and 'walking dead'. These mostly brought him to fiction websites. He'd never really been a fan of the zombie genre, preferring science-fiction and fantasy, so he needed to learn all that he could. He finally got some hits on 'Indian Flu Undead' on an obscure conspiricy theory forum.

    The forum user from Seattle had posted that an outbreak of Indian Flu had sent hundreds to local hospitals, his wife worked as a nurse in one of the smaller hospitals and they had been overwhelmed with cases. The patients became violent and very aggressive, showing signs of madness as they attacked hospital staff and security. Then according to the user, his wife had come home early one afternoon and told him that they needed to leave Seattle. According to his wife the outbreak was beyond control, and that the National Guard had been deployed in Seattle but had arrived too late to quarantine the hospitals. Seattle was descending into anarchy and violence. The last post on the forum was three days ago.

    Kyle laid low for the rest of the evening, occasionally looking out the windows but seeing nothing moving around outside. A few lights were on in neighboring houses, but after watching them for some time he saw no signs of anyone inside. To give himself a sense of stealth, he shut off all of the lights in his house and closed the blinds on the windows. Some time around midnight, he managed to fall asleep on the couch with his bat laying on the floor beside him.

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    this is a great story!!

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    Very exciting beginning! Looking forward to more of it.

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    Waiting for moore!!!!!

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    Keep it up !

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    did this story end? hope not

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    I had my power knocked out by the big storm that came through. It was off for eight days, and my cable was restored today. I need to get some things sorted out before I resume working on this story.

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    Yesss......keep them coming......

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