I know it isn’t Christmas, but The Walking Dead is going strong so I thought I would offer up some of my zombie stories for free on Sundays until this season is over. So, if you want some zombie story telling and you don’t mind Christmas cheer this time year. Enjoy this one on me.
This short story is about three men who risk life and limb in a Zombie Apocalypse in order to bring happiness to surviving kids on Christmas Morning.
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“So, are we going or are we going to sit here and have a tea party? My toes are cold, my knees are numb, and I’m so hopped up on adrenaline I think I might burst out of my clothes,” Fred replied, eyes big and alive like a junky on a high.
“Okay, we’re going now, follow my lead. And remember, we want these zombies to pack in tight around us so we can get as many as we possibly can at one time. No matter how tight they swarm, no one shoots until I say so. Got that?”
Mike looked at Jim.
Mike looked at Fred.
He gave Mike the thumbs up without looking at him, eyes still focused on the parking lot and the shuffling zombies.
“Let’s do it then. Good luck guys and be safe,” Mike replied, and stepped out of his hiding spot, saying a silent prayer to himself as he did it.
Fred and Jim followed closely behind.
The zombies shuffled about. They were just doing their zombie thing, unaware of the danger lurking nearby.
Mike, Fred, and Jim inched closer to the mall, eyes alive, and guns ready to fire.
The zombies noticed them and began to shuffle in their direction.
The men held their pace – slow and steady, as the zombies started to horde together.
A soft snow was falling.
The ground was turning white.
The zombies bunched in tighter, started to surround the men on all sides.
Fred looked at Mike, waiting for the go ahead.
Mike held up his hand, as the zombies moved closer, packed in tighter.
Jim bit his lip, scared beyond belief, but trying hard to hang in there.
The zombies were now so full and thick around the men that they were almost hard to see through.