The Day We Fought Back

(Part One)

I landed on the beach, next to the pier, and just sat there, watching the ocean. I thought about what I just saw and how I could stop it, that's when I remembered a crazy old man that owned an antiques store close by. He kept on going on about a zombie apocalypse, I guess everyone will believe him now.

I jumped to the store and was relieved to find the door open and the old man standing ready with a gun in his hand. I held up my hands as he pointed his shotgun in my face. "I'm not a zombie, I just want some help fighting them. Do you have anything I can use?"

"I have some things, but if you're fighting them then let me come with you, I won't go down without bring a few of them down with me." He replied. I reluctantly let him join me as he directed me to the back room of his shop. He pointed towards the far wall, hanging on the wall was a silver sword and a jewel encrusted sheath. "That'll kill them straight away" Old Man Sara said, pointing towards the sword, "and so will that" He pointed down at the 8 shot semi-automatic revolver made out of ivory. It had elaborate patterns of curls and spikes carved into it and .38 calibre bullets made of ebony. "So what's your name son?"

"I'm Aaron."

"Well Aaron, If we're going to kill all these zombies then you need to use that sword and that gun, and if you don't mind, I'd also like to invite any survivors we find. Ok?"

"Fine." Old Man Sara was beginning to take over the whole attack plan that I came up with! I was about to tell him this but before I could we heard a low growling from behind us. We spun around as fast as we could, Sara shot at the zombie first but it kept on walking towards us. I spun back around and grabbed the sword, I lunged forward and drove the sword deep into the zombie and pushed it upwards. The blade shot straight up and cut the zombie in half. It fell to the ground, twitching. Sara took out a wavy knife and cut off the halves of the zombies head. "Why'd you do that? It was already dead."

"It might come back, as long as it has it's head, there's always that chance." We walked out back and we got into Sara's car. We drove around and killed any zombies we saw. I had the sword and the revolver, Sara had the shotgun and knife. 

Weeks passed and we didn't find any survivors. We raided supermarkets and local malls all across the country to get supplies we needed. There was no trace of anyone left, it was almost as if we were the only two left on the planet. Until one day, while we were eating at an abandoned bakery, we heard a gunshot and immediately hit the floor. We looked up just in time to see a headless zombie hit the glass window and slide to the ground. We ran outside and looked around for the shooter but couldn't see anyone. I scanned the buildings and saw a person on the roof of a tall building just across the road on the opposite side of a small field. We waited as a young woman ran towards us carrying a large rifle. I just had to ask what kind of rifle it was, but as soon as she reached us, Sara said, "nice rifle. what kind?"

"It's a .50 calibre M82A1 SASR. It's from my days as sniper in the military."

"You were a sniper?"

"Well not really, I did go to sniper school in Georgia though." She was tall and skinny, with blonde hair. She was dressed in all black except for some dried blood that had splattered on her jacket. "My name's Bree by the way," she said as she extended a hand. "what're your names?"

"My name's Aaron." I said, taking her hand. She had a strong and firm grip, that's probably because of her time as a sniper.

"People call me Old Man Sara, but you can just call me Sara," he said without extending a hand, "and don't expect me to shake your hand."

"Sorry, he doesn't shake hands with people he doesn't respect. You'll get used to it," I explained when I saw the puzzled look on her face.

The three of us travelled together around the country, Sara with his shotgun and knife, Bree with her rifle, and me with my sword and revolver. We stopped wherever we found zombies to kill, until one day, while diving through the city, I spotted the man who was handing out the gum balls. He was walking into Anathema Science Facilities and was followed by a group of zombies. 

We got back to the antiques store half an hour later and I reported what I saw. "So that's where they came from," Sara said, " it makes sense really. A couple of years back they were taken to court for experimenting with genetic mutation."

"I remember that," Bree said, "three people got arrested and thrown in jail for five years because they made savage, cannibalistic mice that developed super strength. Apparently it took a gun shot to kill the mice."

"I wonder if they put that same stuff in the gum balls."

"But that doesn't explain  Aaron's jumping ability."

"True."

"Um, maybe we could just raid the lab and find the head of the project?" I interrupted. They stopped and stared at me. Sara broke the silence,

"Ok, but first we need to find out who were looking for. Who runs the lab and the project, that's who we need." I knew who it was, it was all coming together. I didn't want it to be true, I didn't want it to end the way I was expecting it to.

"I know who it is," I stated.

"Really? Who?"

"His name's Nathan Wade, he's Jane's dad."

Part 3