Chomper Universe Series (Book 1): Chompers by Okuly J

Author:Okuly, J. [Okuly, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Publisher: Unknown
Published: 2017-07-22T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

As the days passed, I adopted a military mentality. I guess I could say Mark influenced me. Bonnie called us a tribe which I suppose we resembled, but I saw us more as a platoon. The fight to protect our food, water, and shelter made us grow as close as soldiers on the battlefield. We depended on each other for our very survival. Sometimes it also drove a wedge between us. Let's face it. Being around each other 24/7 made us sick of the sight of each other. We were prisoners. We couldn't move around the city without fear, socialize with different people, or use our abilities to work or attend school.

We all learned how to use a gun except for Breanna. Mark practiced his knife skills on a watermelon and showed us how to stab a Chomper in the head. Then we ate the watermelon so it wasn't a waste of food. Countless videos on YouTube proved that destroying the Chomper brain killed them for good and they didn't return from the dead. At least in this one area the creatures behaved the way I thought a proper zombie should behave. If movies had taught me anything, it was the many rules needed for dealing with zombies. So far, the Chompers had broken a lot of these rules. We had to adapt by making up the rules as we went. There was no official rule book in this game of life and death.

Breanna and her mom decided it was safer to stay with us in our fortified house rather than to live alone in theirs. Mrs Keith (we found out her name was Dharma) was a chef . She and Bonnie became BFF's on the spot since they both loved to cook. We already ate delicious food because of Bonnie's home cooking, but now we ate gourmet meals as well. The garden in the backyard and the container garden on the patio flourished with fruits, vegetables and herbs.

There were few people living on our street. The adjoining neighborhoods were almost deserted. Many people had fled when the crisis started, but there were still some holdouts. We shared the backyard fence with a retired couple. The Olsons were snowbirds who had fled to Texas to escape the frigid Minnesota winters. Bonnie was desperate for fresh human contact so she made friends with Mrs. Olson. They spoke to each other through the fence while Bonnie worked in the garden. It turned out Mrs. Olson was a wiz at canning fruits and vegetables and Bonnie traded extra food with her. We got strawberry jelly and peach preserves for our breakfast toast. Whenever she baked cookies or bread, Bonnie shut down the electric fence. Then she got out the extra-long ladder and climbed the fence with a delicious treat for the older couple. Mrs. Olson enjoyed gossiping so she phoned Bonnie each day with the latest rumors about the crisis. She informed us that people had taken refuge at the Baptist Church which was only a few blocks from our house.

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