Zombie+Apocalypse+-+Science+Fiction+Story+Intro

My name is Chris Rivera. I’m 17 years old and I’ve been surviving the zombie apocalypse for 6 months. My mother and father are ravenous for flesh and my girlfriend tried to bite my head off. The only reason I’m still alive is because of one thing; my rules. My name is Chris Rivera and this is my story.The Center of Disease Control and Prevention were working on a cure for cancer. The man-made virus’s goal was to form a bee-line straight to the cancer-cells in the body and destroy them. They had injected a dosage to a patient infected by cancer. They held the patient quarantine in one of the rooms of the facility. A week after the injection, the scientists went to check if the patient had either improved or had no cancer at all. When they had gone to check the room, the patient wasn’t in there and it was a complete mess. A scientist had opened the door to the room, went in, and could not find the patient anywhere. But, he had heard a shuffle noise coming from behind a turned-over bed. “Parks, you hear that?” he had asked the other scientist.He walked with caution to the bed. He had leaned over the side of the bed, and to his surprise he found the patient. The patient was curled up with her knees pulled up to her chest. Greasy strands of hair shielded her face. She rocked back and forth, and blood dripped from her mouth. Her fingers were twisted, and her legs were quirked. “Parks, get over here!” he had demanded. But, before he could turn around back to the patient, the patient had attacked him. Her teeth sunk into the crook of his neck. She released his neck with veins and muscle tissue hanging from her mouth and wedged in between her teeth. The other scientist was in shock and ran for his life. She ran after him, ready to feast on his flesh. So, that’s how it all started. The virus ran throughout the facility, the town, and now runs throughout the world. Once bitten by an infected, you become on them. Like I said earlier, I survive by my rules. Here are just a few of them; Cardio - Be able to run for an extended period of time. People joke me now for being skinny but I see it as an advantage. The bigger people are the first to go. Always carry a minimum of 2 reliable, lethal weapons - One weapon isn’t going to do you any good. What happens when the bullets run out? You become a brain burger. Velcro is the hero - Try your best to find shoes with Velcro straps. Yeah they might not be the best-looking, but does that really matter in times like this? When in doubt, know your way out! - ALWAYS have an exit strategy if you end up searching a building. You definitely don’t want to get stuck between a wall and these ‘fellas. Your mind is the most powerful weapon - Think outside the box! It’s better safe than stupid.

6. Aim for the head, they’ll surely be dead - ALWAYS aim for the heads. A shot in the head is an instant kill. But, always shoot twice for a double tap; just to make sure. As you listen to the story, I’ll share with you some more of my rules.

“My grandma, what sharp teeth you have!” I commented to an elderly infected as she staggered my way.

“Mahhhhhhhh,” she replied. I held my glock 45 up in the air, aiming straight for her head.

POW!

I walk over to her as she lays positioned in a degree that I didn’t think was physically possible.

POW! Rule #6;

//Double tap.//

My stomach gurgles at me. “What’s that, belly? Hungry? Well, why don’t we just skip over to McDonald’s and have them cook us happy meal.” I say sarcastically.

Ooohhh, McDonald’s. The sweet taste of cold, refreshing, syrupy tea flowing down my esophagus following the bite of a juicy Big Mac. Snap out of it, Chris.

I walk towards the Shell gas station, hoping to find a bag of chips that haven’t reached their expiration date. //Rule 8; ALWAYS check expiration dates. You can’t afford to become sick.//

I walk through the screen of the door: its missing the glass.

Chips, chips, chips.

//Ahh, chips!//

I trail my finger down the isle, calling out the names of the chip bags, “Cheetos, Doritos, Krunchers, Fun-”

Oh yes! FUNYUNS!

I can finally eat these without my girlfriend telling me that my breath smells bad. I’m pretty sure her breath smells worst right now, her being a zombie. I wince at the thought of zombie breath. I place two fingers on the chip’s seal and pull. The bag opens, releasing a scent I’ve never been so happy to smell. Suddenly, I hear a shuffle noise coming from the refrigerators. I, alarmingly, take the glock 45 from my belt loop and walk with caution towards the source of the sound.

Whoa!

There before my stands a horizontally challenged trucker. Yeah, he was definitely one of the first to become infected. I look at his nametag to find out his name is Bubba. “Hey Bubba, I think Forrest is looking for you,” I say as I lift the glock up to his head. “RAAHHHH!” he says as he runs (well, I wouldn’t necessarily call it running) towards me.

THUMP!

is the sound he makes as he falls back on the ground. I shoot again for the double tap. “I see what you did there with the Forrest and Bubba joke,” says a voice that I don’t recognize. I turn quickly, aiming my gun towards him. “Whoa there, fellow. I’m not infected,” he proclaims. I place my gun back into my belt loop. “What’s your na-” “DUCK,” he shouts. “Huh? Duck?” “DUCK, BOY!” I obey his demand. A bullet flies over my head and strikes another trucker in the forehead. “Phew that was close.” I sigh. “Yeah, next time I advise you to do as I say without any questions.” he states with a stern voice. “Like I was saying, what’s your name?” I ask. “Names? What is this, a tea party?” “Well, no. But, I was just going to see if you wanted to be allies.” He chuckles, “Allies? What is this, the Hungry Games?” “It’s the Hunger Games, sir. Not the Hungr-,” he holds up a hand, “Okay.” I stop. “Look, boy. I’m not trying to make any friends right now. I’m just tryna’ survive.” “Well, I heard there’s a facility in Virginia that’s giving non-infected people food and shelter. That’s where I’m headed,” I tell him. “You really believe that, son?” “Well, yeah I did… It’s all that I really have too believe in.” I spit back. “Hmm, get in the car.” he orders me. I can’t help but smile, “What?” “What did I tell you about questioning my demands.” We walk out of the gas station together. I drop my bag of chips as I approach his car; a conquest knight XV. “HOLY! WHERE DID YOU FIND THIS?” I ask in astonishment. “A military base. This baby was abandoned and I was up for the grabs,” he replies. “d’oh my goodness this is amazing!” I opened the door to the car, hopped in, and rubbed the leather of the seats. I haven’t been this happy ever since I reached level 81 on Skyrim. “Here we come, New Jersey! Better make papa happy,” he says as he starts the engine and drives.

Chapter 2

It’s been a long, quiet 4-hour drive. We started in North Carolina, it being 8-hours away from New Jersey. He breaks the silence with an outrageous question, “You gotta’ girly-friend?” “No. Well, I did. But, she got infected.” I reply. His only response is a nod. //4 more hours to go.//

I look outside the window, looking at what’s left of the world. Burnt trees, brown grass, collapsed houses. It’s pretty sad. “Well, would you look at this manwich, ” he comments, as we pass an infected feasting on a man. He holds his glock outside the window, aims for the infected, and shoots.

There’s no way he can hit her.

I look back to find the infected lying on the ground.

Gulp. Chapter 3 Almost in Virginia; 2 hours left.

“Where is this fancility?” he asks. Ignoring his remark I say, “I think they said in Petersburg. It’s the Southside Regional Medical Center.” He nods again.

10 minutes later:

“David.” he states, breaking the silence. “Huh?” “The name’s David.” “I’m Chris. Chris Rivera.” “I didn’t ask for your last name.” “Yes, sir.” He gives a big grin, “You’re catching on, son.” I reply with a grin.

Chapter 4

“I’m hungry. Thirsty, too.” I say. “Look out for a gas station.” I find another Shell station. We park in the lot and hop out, hoping to find an unexpired treat. I run straight to the water bottles. //Rule #9; Water is your friend.// It never expires. “These pop tarts aren’t expired yet,” David points out.

Please have brown cinnamon sugar, please have brown cinnamon sugar. YES! Brown cinnamon sugar!

I ravenously opened the pop tart bag and indulged in the cinnamony-sweet goodness. “Grab some unexpired food for the truck. It has a cooler so get some drinks too,” Dave says. I walk over to the refrigerator to the drinks. I glance over to the Beer Cave. How tempting. But, we can’t get drunk. Too dangerous. Plus, I’m only 17. All of a sudden, Lil’ Wayne stands on one of my shoulders as Jesus stands on the other. “YOLO, HOMEBOY, YOLO” shouts Lil’ Wayne. “Thou shall not covet,” Jesus says. Before I can say anything, the figures disappear, and the beer cave door opens. An infected employee exits and looks me straight into the eye. I go to grab my glock but my fingers fiddle with air.

Weaponless.

I start running back towards the car, but I trip on my pair of untied shoelaces.

REALLY!? THEY COME UNTIED NOW? Rule #3: Velcro is the hero.

I turn over on my back, ready for the painful death that awaits me. I place my hands over my face at the sound of a gunshot. The bullet goes straight into the eye of the employee, and he lands beside me. Blood pools around his head and I quickly get to my feet. “Them shoelaces ‘bout killed you, son,” says David. He pulls his pant leg up, revealing a shoe with no shoe laces, but with tape wrapped around it multiple times.

Smart.

I rummage through the store, avoiding all the blood, looking for duck tape. Aha! Found it. I take the shoelaces out of my shoe and replace it by wrapping the tape around my shoe multiple times. I wiggle my foot and I smile up at David. “Come on, boy. Let’s get going.”

Chapter 5

We’re finally entering Petersburg. Now, we just need to find the medical center. “Now what?” David asks. “Uhh, I remember them saying something about it being between an apartment complex and a movie theater.” “Well, that narrows it down. I have no idea where a movie theater is around here.” Aha! Now I remember, “It’s on Medical Park Boulevard.” We keep driving and keep looking for the street.

No luck. 10 minutes later of searching; “

Medical Park Boulevard,” reads off David.

YES!

We turn on the street, and drive down the road. There before us stands the facility they had broadcasted about. “Come on!” I shout anxiously. “Hold your horses, cowboy. Get a weapon this time, just in case.” I grabbed an AR-15 from the duffle bag and placed it on my back.

I wonder what food they have here. Fruit? Vegetables? French Fries? I wonder if they have any soda, or tea. How many people are in there already?

We knock on a metal door. //Nothing.// David pounds the back of his gun on the door. //Again, nothing.//

“

Come on, come on, come on!” I shout and pound. My fist slide down on the door, showing that I’ve lost hope. “Follow me,” says David. I follow him around the building to find a fenced gate. It looks climbable, and if it was a shocked gate I’m pretty sure there’s a power outage. Dave grabs a stick from the ground and places it on the fence. It doesn’t shock it. //Good.//

David places his fingers between the gate holes, and starts to climb. He reaches the top and swings his legs over, then starts to climb back down on the opposite side. //My turn.//

I place my hands on the gate and start to climb. I hear a shuffling noise behind me. I look back to find three infected, one male and two females, staggering my way.

Pimp.

I climb faster, and I finally reach the top. I start to climb back down the opposite side.

Ha! Can’t get us n-

My thoughts are interrupted by a gunshot.

DAVE!

I run towards where the gunshot came from and find Dave shooting at an infected.

“

No, no, NO! This place was suppose to be safe!” I yell out, dropping down on my knees. I bury my head into the palms of my hands. Dave comes to my side. He places an arm around my shoulder. “It’s okay, son.” he assures, rubbing my back with his hand.

“

I have nothing to believe in anymore,” I cry out. “Us. Believe in us,” he states, walking me back to the car.