Zom(g!)bies!

[Babymullet Ver 9.8]

I thought the title was rather clever ZOM(G!)BIES!

So I present to you a story that will have three main parts to it, not parts, three themes if you will.

-How would an *B/DL react in the zombie world?
-How would a human survivor react to said *B/DL (I mean, what a let down. First human in ages, has a sexual fetish)
-In a world gone to the crapper, and with a limited power structure, will people behave good or bad? (Of course, there will be a mix of both, with a very nice guy, and one absolute evil person in Colorado.)

Anywho, this has zombies, so expect some blood, gore, and people getting their BRAINS eaten! Also some mature sexual themes later on, such as masturbation, sexual situations, nudity. There will also be a chapter or two with some abuse and evil acts, these chapters will be clearly marked.

Aside from that, I'm writing this for the fun of it, writing it shotgun style. Writing down a whole bunch of idea, and then writing another draft by picking bits and pieces of that. Because of that, the flow of the story may be a bit jumbled, and their may be some minor grammer/spelling errors. According to Microsoft word, I have no errors in this chapter.

'njoy

ZOM(G!)BIES!! Chapter 1: In where the story is told on the beginning of the world going to hell.

THUMMZPP

With the sound of a muffled crunch filtered through a layer of meat, and an arrow jutting from its eyeball, the zombie fell to the ground dead…again.

From my crouched position behind a very large, three foot teddy bear, I slowly let the air out of my lungs. With a practiced flow of movements I grabbed another arrow from a quiver on my side, and notched it into place before getting up and walking over to the now redead zombie. I gave it a quick once over to double check it’s deadness for a second before placing my foot on its head and yanking my arrow out with a mighty tug. Putting the bloodied arrow into a flask attached to my quiver labeled with the words “DO NOT DRINK: SOM NASTY SHIT”, I grabbed a small notebook from my jacket pocket.

“Number 42.” I said, putting a checkmark on the first page, next to the 41 other checkmarks on the first page. I let off a single laugh at the reference.

“So, Mr. 42 Zombie, do you happen to have the question? The why did this happen? Or how you come to be? Cause I have the answer, the answer was the last four days of hell I just went through…but why did it have to happen? Things were just going fine till you all decide to show up…Well, I’m sure the lot of you would be glad to know that I will be leaving this place for good, and you no longer have to worry about me killing all of you, again” I said to the zombie, as I walked around the store to check all possible locations for a zombie to be in.

Finding the area clear I grabbed my set of keys and pulled down the large metal gate that locked the front part of the store. In the distance some zombies heard the noise, and began to shuffle my way. By the time they arrived, the metal gate had slid into place and they just banged up against it for a few moments before heading back into the groups they coagulate into.

I was crouching next to a large aisle of stuffed animals, my breath even and level, bow half pulled back with an arrow already notched in-case of the unlikely event of the gate breaking down. When the noise died down I let myself relax and look up.

A small, green, and rather fuzzy animal plush was looking back at me. He looked to be an octopus, but a quick count of his legs made him a hexopus, only six legs. He had the big, brown eyes, the kind you can only see on a fake animal. They looked extremely sad, but only when I was crouched down on the ground, when I stood up to move away, the eyes seemed to pick up and looked to radiate a certain type of happiness I hadn’t see in awhile.

Shrugging, I picked him up and plopped him right on top of my head. His limbs were the perfect length, and like a head crab, he seemed to be very comfortable sitting right on top of my head.

“Hello, good sir. The name is Andrew, Andrew Graves. What’s yours?” I said, partly because I wanted a response, partly because I liked saying things aloud to occupy my mind.

The hexopus remained silent.

“Blu? What a strange name for a green fellow. But these are rather strange times, don’t you know?”

Blu, as I had now named him, didn’t reply.

“You don’t know? Well let me tell you a story, it all happened four days ago…”


…


“Well the difference between the Samsung and the Sony TV’s you picked out
are pretty small. Personally, having spent a good deal of time around these TV’s, I prefer the Samsung. Other employees would pick the Sony. They both have similar warranties, specs, and maintenance records…so…yeah; they’re about the same really.” I said to my customers. The Brown’s were a freshly wedded couple just fresh out of college for both of them, and luckily they both had jobs in the pressing economic times. They had just gotten a house, and were looking to get all of their appliance and home electronics at my employer, Sears.

At the moment, they were talking to me, Andrew Graves, a 20 year old undergrad student in engineering working away at a summer job for some cash for the school years. I was dressed in black slacks, a white button up shirt, and a simple suit jacket. I didn’t have to wear a jacket, but I enjoyed having a large amount of pockets to store the numerous gadgets, and gizmos to entertain my hands when there was nothing to do.

“Hmm…What do you think honey?” Said Susan, the female half of the couple.
The two were standing right next to each, Henry’s arm draped around his wife as he looked up at the TV and moved thoughts around in his head at the important decision on which metal and plastic box would be his entertainment portal to the world.

“Samsung, I like the Samsung more. Has a sleeker look to it.” Henry said, with the finality of a proclamation of war.

“Alright, well I already checked on stock, so everything is good to go there. So all we have to do is ring it up.” I said with a clap of my hands. I quickly did some math in my head as I tried to figure out the commission of the sale in my head, and ended up with 120 dollars at the least. If I could get the extended warranty, another 60 dollars would be in my pocket come the next paycheck.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” A blood curdling scream ripped me out of my mathematical reverie as I turned around to see Susan pointing at a figure at the end of the aisle. My manager, a rather portly fellow who I described as a manatee given human form, was on all fours. This in itself would have been odd, but the blood and gore dripping from his mouth, and the insane madness that seemed to ooze out of his eyes sent a chill down my spine.

With a roar of fury my portly manager, who I never saw move faster than a brisk walk, pushed off and charged towards me and my customers. Henry jumped in front of his raging rush in an effort to protect his wife, and with a tumble of limbs the two of them were on the floor. With a mighty crack my manager cracked his fist into Henry’s forehead, dazing him for a moment. With a quick bite, Henry’s neck was torn out, the brief scream he had gone with it.

Susan ran towards her husband, a move I thought slightly illogical as I was running in the exact opposite direction. I heard the scream of several other people throughout the store, and then I heard the shout that would stick me for the rest of my life.

“ZOMBIE!”

Now of course, up until this point, zombies did not exist, and such a statement would have been ridiculous. But recent events, namely the last ten seconds, seemed to point exactly to zombies. I ran to the entrance of the Sears store, on the third story of the mall, my breath panting.

Instead of the pristine white tile floor, the soft gentle mall music and the lazy stroll of shoppers as they go spend their hard earned money. Utter chaos gripped the mall. People were running around, either chasing or being chased. Bodies leaking blood were strewn across the floor, in disbelief I watched as a person who shouldn’t be able to even move, get up and stumble around on broken or gashed legs, their face turned into the soon to be familiar zombie
visage.

A roar brought my attention back to a closer pressing issue. A zombie that was only a short toss away, his clothes were a bloody mess as parts of his flesh were torn out and leaking numerous fluids. He started to run to me, which caused me to unleash my girly scream and run away. I ducked into home appliance and yanked open a door of display oven. With a reassuring clank I heard something run into it, but I kept running into the side hallway where most of the offices are kept.

I ran into the side office where I usually take my breaks, the door itself was locked unless you had a simple code (12345), which gave me a degree of protection. But I was more interested in the access to the maintenance tunnels. Throughout the malls there were a series of tunnels that connected all the stores together, only the janitor staff used them really, along with some simple supply and storage. One of the access points for sears was in the employee break room. But very few people had the keys to them; I didn’t even have the keys.

But I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I reached into my suit jacket pocket and grabbed my lock pick set. It was a misdemeanor to carry a lock pick set in the district where I lived, but I figured if I had no ill intent I wouldn’t have to worry about it. I had lock picking as a simple mechanical hobby of mine, and it was a handy one for when I or a friend got locked out of a place.

The lock had five tumblers, simple really. With a practiced ease I put slight pressure on my L-bar and worked my pick back and forth. Five clicks later, I had unlocked the door and sneaked inside. I was safe, for now. The mall was a war-zone; otherwise I would have tried to escape, for now I’ll just wait it out, and hope I could survive.

**

“…and that’s how I was able to survive, I spent two days in the tunnels, scavenging for food and supplies from where I could find it.” I said to Blu.

Blu the hexopus, of course, didn’t say anything.

“How did I get here, with you? Oh that’s a different story; let me tell you that one while I’m at it…”

[Unfused...]

Awesome so far ^-^
Can't wait to hear more!

[oblivionxi1]

Love it, zombies and AB/DLs? Awesome, I cant wait to read more!

[Morsus]

This is good! Can't wait for more.

[Little Tyler]

Gah! Blasphemy...there's only one chapter...that needs to be fixed mister. A very 'cool' story so far. Though, one critique. Some events in the story -the lock pic set for example- seem to happen too eaisly...if you get what i mean. But, i must say, very good.

[Babymullet Ver 9.8]

Originally Posted by Little Tyler

Gah! Blasphemy...there's only one chapter...that needs to be fixed mister. A very 'cool' story so far. Though, one critique. Some events in the story -the lock pic set for example- seem to happen too eaisly...if you get what i mean. But, i must say, very good.

An excellent point. I suppose my logic for making the first chapter go through things so easily was that the main character was telling a story, rather than a narrative, but then I looked at the next chapter and saw that idea go straight out the window.

I am slightly confused on what you are calling easy however. Is it the fact the main character had a lockpick set on him? Or rather how quickly he picked an actually lock, which I will be the first to admit, was blazing fast. I tried to write it differently and more suspenseful, but it felt flat to me. I did this in several places, but I posted something to give me an incentive to get things moving.


Anyway, chapter 2

ZOM(G!)BIES! Chapter 2

“…and that’s how I was able to survive, I spent two days in the tunnels, scavenging for food and supplies from where I could find it.” I said to Blu.
Blu the hexopus, of course, didn’t say anything.

“How did I get here, with you? Oh that’s a different story; let me tell you that one while I’m at it…”

**

Two days anywhere with nothing to do is boring as hell. But two days in a zombie infested hell was anything but. My food consisted of only the bits of snack food I could find in a vending machine; at least I had a good amount of water from the nearby drink machine. There was a bathroom in the tunnels, but by the morning of the second day there was a sudden drop in water pressure, making flushing the toilet take forever.

I actually spent the most time in the bathroom; it was the only place I could safely catch any sleep without staying too stressed out. The door was easily barricaded, and the thick stone walls helped drown out the constant noise that echoed through the halls: the soft gurgle of those who were dying, an occasional scream of pain, and the constant groaning of zombies stumbling and walking out.

I spent all of the first day inside of my little 3 by 5 foot bathroom, curled into a little ball in the corner. I would only fall asleep for 40 minutes before my own heartbeat would scare me into an alert sobering awareness. I had taken apart the bathroom stall, the sink, even the koala changing station inside the room with a multi took I had in my pocket to help put my mind on other things.

Despite how obvious it was, I didn’t remember that I had my phone in my breast pocket until the second day. I didn’t get any reception in the bathroom, so I slowly worked my ways through the tunnels until I could find some. Turns out the whole 4th floor of the mall was deserted. It was mostly filled with offices and administrative areas that must have filed out quick when the zombie attack came, thus leaving it very empty and deserted. From here I was able to use my smart phone to gather what information I could.

My email was empty, facebook, twitter, and all other social media sites had suspended services. They did put a big sign on your profile on when was the last time you logged on, to help people know you were alright I guess. CNN was an absolute mess, there were several conflicting reports, but I could gather that most of the world leadership was intact, or had found the necessary people to keep enforcing government. World armies were in disarray as upwards to half or more of troops had been infected.

The actual infection itself turned out to be some sort of microbe, with evidence pointing to some sort of virus. At first it spread by air, starting in some sort of major airport and heading everywhere from there. A good minority of the population was immune to the airborne version of the virus, somewhere from 25 to 30 of the population. After some unknown time past the initial infection, the viral lode in a person skyrockets, taking over their central nervous system and turns them into a zombie. When a person turns into a zombie the virus begins to gather in all of the bodily fluids, so a bite from an infected person, or infected fluids could easily transmit the virus.
Worse, the zombie virus was highly virulent, and could turn someone into a zombie within a half an hour or less.

An executive order from the white house allowed any citizen to attack and kill any zombie they came across without fear of legal repercussions. People were encouraged to stay in one spot, fortify homes, and wait for military rescue. The CDC even released a zombie killing guide, including the ever so useful advice of ‘aim for the head’.

So, as you may have guessed, things for me weren’t looking that great. It was one thing to be in the suburbs fending off zombies, but being a mall seemed to be a death warrant. All the advice I saw online suggested getting out of cities as soon as possible, and I was right in the middle of one with no apparent means of escape. I considered just leaping off the 4th floor and ending it right then quickly, or perhaps a heroic charge into the zombie horde.

I stood behind some mirrored glass on the 4th floor as I looked down on the zombie horde all around the three floors below me. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of shambling undead moved around…actually…they weren’t really moving. For the first time ever since the initial attack I spend a good deal of time watching the zombies. For lack of a better term, the zombies were rather social creatures.

I once heard my math professor said that human behavior was not random, if you asked a group of people to spread out randomly in a room they wouldn’t do so. They would spread out evenly, quite opposite of random. He said this was because of social brains and the way we thought of numbers. The zombies had apparently agreed with this sentiment, because they were not shambling around the mall, they had gathered into clumps.

Every dozen of feet or so was a small group of zombies, either a handful to hundreds, all gathered together. They seemed to prefer the open areas of space, as the largest concentration was right in the middle of the ice-skating rink in the middle of the mall, which had melted into a knee high pool. Here and there were a few zombies that were alone from the group as they constantly moved around. But the huge majority stood in one spot until they saw something move, in which case they would all move to that spot.

Suddenly, escape seemed all the more possible. But I needed some supplies, supplies with sharp pointy bits and flying metal bullets.

Thank god it was redneck mall.

I slithered into the store, crouched low and staying hidden behind the counter. The only zombie that I could see in the store was standing right in the middle of the entrance. The windows were filled with displays of hunting models, blocking line of sight to the outside. Although the outside seemed pretty deserted from what I could see, fortune was smiling on me for the first time in a long time.

I slowly crept my way past the guns, too loud, the knife section, way too close, and finally to the compound bow section. I quickly grabbed a bow at random behind the counter, gave it a quick test pull to see if I could actually pull the draw string back, a flashback of being in boy scouts and driving out to some archery range and fooling around with arrows came to mind. I grabbed a nasty looking broad head arrow, designed for penetration, notched it, and took a deep breath. With one smooth motion I stood up and pulled the bow back.

The zombie was staring at a fake dear, gently pawing its head in an almost petting a dog fashion. I lined up the small green dot in the sight of the bow and hoped that is was a good enough sight to trust for the ten yard distance between me and the zombie. Placing the dot squarely on the head, my heart beating in my chest, everything slowing down for a bit…

‘Holy fucking shit,’ I thought, I ducked down behind the counter, letting the draw string slid slowly into rest. I’m going to kill a zombie…you can do this…you can do this…just aim for the head, I mean you prepared for this moment ever since you got the top score on house of dead in the mall arcade. With a final deep breath, and a nod of the head, I popped back out from behind the counter, bow ready, the sight steady, aiming for right between the eyes.

The zombie had turned around, so instead of a back of the head, I was now shooting it in the face. The face of what seemed to be an older mother, judging from the wrinkles on her face. If it wasn’t for the bloodshot nature of her eyes I’m sure they would have made her look very nice and sincere. The face contorted into a mask of hate, the mouth opening and sucking in a big draw of breath, ready for a scream.

THHZMP

Flying straight and true, the face suddenly had an arrow in it, like some sort of horrible macabre magic trick that had gone very wrong. The zombie fell to the ground, gave a twitch, and stopped moving. My feet were rooted on the spot, my heart echoing in my chest

“Holy Fucking Shit.” I said, as I leaned up against the wall and slid to the floor. My stomach seemed to be floating in my throat as adrenaline burst through my veins. The primal urge to set lose and kill something rolled around in my gut and warmed me up in an unsettling but oddly familiar way. My hands trembled with excitement as I walked over and turned on the switch that caused the metal gate of the store to slide into place with a soft clink of metal upon metal.

First store secured.

VRRRRRRZZ….VRRRRZZZZ….VVVVRRZZZZZ!

My pant pocketed vibrated, it was the first time it happened in days so it
took me a moment to realize it was my phone. With a scramble of hands I put the bow back down and slid into cover as I hit the green accept key as fast as I could.

“Hello?” I asked softly, expectantly into the other line.

“Andrew? Is that you?” A voice said back, my whole body slumped into a mental armchair of comfort as I realized with the happiest moment of life who the voice on the other end of the line was.

“Hey Dad.” I said back.

“Oh Joe, you’re alive! Thank the stars! Thank the stars…” He started to say, his voice got a little patchy, the way it does when he starts to cry but doesn’t want anyone to know. I felt my own tears stream down my face, I was alive, I was in hell but alive, and so was my dad. Lady luck was on my side for whatever this was.

“So are you.” I said back.

“Yeah, everyone on the ship seems to be clean of the infection. We found out about this mess real quick, and quickly sailed into satellite range and we’ve been calling everyone we can, oh, EVERYONE! Andrew is alive, my son is alive!” My dad shouted, I heard some cheers and round of applause from his co-workers. My father worked as an engineer on a big oil tanker that moved oil from Alaska to ports all over the western seaboard. He was usually gone for three months or so at a time, which was a rough childhood to have a dad half the time, but he was safe and that’s all that mattered at the moment.

“Alright Andrew, listen to me, what’s your situation?” My father asked. I quickly explained to him my three day period in the mall, the information I was able to figure out, and the recent zombie killing I had just partaken in.

“I’m proud of you son, you’re doing a hell of job surviving in the worst hellhole the world can throw at you. Now listen, I know you’re all the way over on the east coast, and help me god I would run across the ocean to help save you, but half the guys on the ship have family in the same situation. You need to get to the west coast, head for San Francisco. We can easily hold our own on this ship, plenty of food in the sea for us. If you can get to the ship, everything will be safe.” My father said to me.

San Francisco, lord could they have picked a father location to travel too? Even driving for 16 hour days it would take 4 or 5 days to reach. Still, it gave me an objective, a goal, something to work towards.

“I’ll do what I can dad, there’s an auto repair shop in the mall, I’ll see what I can grab and start heading out by tonight.” I said, my phone’s battery beeped in warning.

“Was that your battery, dam. You do what you can son, I’ll be waiting for you. Take your time, stay rested, avoid the little mistakes that add up, you can do it son, I love you.” My dad said.

“I love you too.” I said.

“Now turn your phone off and find a way to charge it, send me a message when you can. I will never stop waiting Joe-“With that my phone cut off with an abrupt beep, the screen going black.

‘Time to get to work then.’ I thought.

**

[oblivionxi1]

Sweeeet. Thats awesome! Keep going!

[Scubadiaper]

This is an amazing story. I'm absolutely loving it. Please keep going.

-Scuba

[Little Tyler]

*salivates* Zom(g!) (haha get the pun? XD) That was absolutely amazing.

Again something completely random happened; the tool set in his pocket. There's nothing wrong with a tool set, but it would have been slightly more realistic if he'd found it or something. (wow i'm talking about realism in a Zombie story...something doesnt add up...)

But Amazing <--- chapter!

[Babymullet Ver 9.8]

Originally Posted by Little Tyler

Again something completely random happened; the tool set in his pocket. There's nothing wrong with a tool set, but it would have been slightly more realistic if he'd found it or something. (wow i'm talking about realism in a Zombie story...something doesnt add up...)

Honestly I thought the tool set was completely realistic. The guy worked in an electronics section of a department store, a job I had. Having a multi-tool (Which is what I meant by tool-set, sorry if that was confusing.) on hand for a job with a lot of screws, wires to cut, straps to snap, is amazingly helpful.

As for why he always seems to have so many things in his pockets, that's a nidbit of the character. He wears his suit jacket not to look nice and presentable for his job, but because of the amount of pockets they have. This is the kind of guy that over-packs for every situation, and always has the tool for the job. Partly because I have an idea on the story should go, and I'm to lazy to make someone creative enough to figure everything out for a story I'm writing just for fun.

Also, just because everything is easy now, don't expect it to be so later.