Author's note :-
Hi everyone, this week is my first anniversary of posting on #fridayflash, a year in which I have had so much enjoyment being part of the #fridayflash community. The reading, writing, posting and receiving comments, and of course the banter. Thank you to everyone for visiting, and taking the time to check out my stories over the past year.
My debut story on #fridayflash was posted on 17th of September 2010, and was entitled “A Zombie's tale” And so to mark the milestone I decided to write “Zurvivor (A Zombie's tale Part 2)"
Anyone wishing to read the first part of the story can find it here :-
A Zombie's tale. (Part 1)
Thank you for reading.
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Zurvivor. (A Zombie's tale Part 2)
I didn't feel any guilt at deciding to save my own skin, I mean, no-one else was going to do it for me were they?
I had done my share of the fighting, pretty much a losing battle from the start. We never really got on top of the situation. Always retreating, room by room, corridor by corridor, our numbers dwindling as the enemies' grew.
When it first started we were taken by surprise, many of the castle's residents had been partying the night before, and by the time they had half-awoken in their hangover fug it had already been too late for them, and so even before any sort of defence could be initiated the zombies' numbers had already risen rapidly, as they continued to do so over the first few hours.
Six days later... and what small groups of humans were left were holed up in various rooms scattered around the castle, barricaded in, mostly with very little food or water, very little if any ammunition left, very little hope left too for that matter.
The zombie horde shambling around the corridors, or battering at the barricades must number well over three hundred by now. Pretty much a grim situation.
Four of us had fought our retreat down a stone stairway, pushed backwards by the sheer weight of numbers. By the time I reached the heavy door at the bottom I was the only one left, the only one that could be classed as human anyway.
I slammed the door shut behind me and slid the thick steel bolt into place, then continued down another flight of steps into what I discovered to be a sprawling dungeon converted into several storerooms.
It would seem fortune smiled on me this day, or smirked on me maybe, time would tell.
Investigating my surroundings I discovered crates of tinned meat and fish, bottled water and cola, dried fruit, cartons of crisps, enough to feed me for months.
Further investigation turned up a veritable treasure trove of useful items. Blankets, candles, cutlery, just about everything I would need to sit out a long siege. But unfortunately, no weapons or ammunition.
Bumps and thuds came from the top of the stairs, no worry, that door would hold.
I sat on a crate of tinned fruit, and reviewed the events of the past few days.
No-one knew for sure how the zombies had got into the castle, the walls were too high for them to scale, and the massive doors were still intact and braced.
I heard a rumour that the teenager and his parents who lived over at the east wing were the first victims, and that it had spread from there.
That kid was one weird piece of work, he had a way of looking at you, with a strange smile on his face, as though he knew something that you didn't, and he was smug enough to want to blurt it out but smart enough not to. I wouldn't even be surprised if he had let the virus in on purpose as some kind of psychotic joke.
The only thing I could do now was wait, eventually the zombies currently clawing at the dungeon door may die of starvation, although I didn't hold out much hope for that, or they may be distracted by other survivors, or wander off in search of easier prey.
There was only one way out of here, and that was back up the steps and through the door I came in. I was well supplied, and had nothing but time on my hands...
So I guess I'll just wait...
I removed the revolver from my waistband and checked the load, I was surprised to discover there was still one live round left...
I was wrong, there were two ways out of here.
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A Zombie's tale. (Part 1)
Zigourney. (A Zombie's tale Part 3)
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.