Memoirs of the Walking Dead: A Story From the Zombie’s Point of View by Jason McKinney

Author:Jason McKinney
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Humor, Zombies
ISBN: 9781456376673
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2011-01-19T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

WHO COULD IT BE NOW?

It was still dark and I was hungry. I saw Candy’s golden glow and I reached for her. I stopped short of grabbing her, choosing instead to stroke her soft fur. “Goooood doooog,” I said, scratching her stomach. She liked it. She shook her leg as she rolled onto her back.

Charlotte became jealous. I heard ripping noises behind me. I looked at the headboard and realized she was using my back as a scratching post. Freaking angry cat. I slammed against her into the headboard, she yowled and ran off. It scared Candy, causing her to flee under the bed. She’s a sweet but chicken-hearted dog sometimes.

The clock said it was almost three or three thirty in the morning. I can’t remember the exact time but I remember the shooting outside my apartment. I went to the window and looked out. A military patrol was exchanging fire with one of the city’s SWAT teams.

It didn’t take long to deduce the SWAT team had tried running a rolling military roadblock. The military had tried to stop it peacefully but to no avail.

The SWAT guys were illuminated by the streetlights and I could see they were in pretty bad shape. Some were missing arms or chunks of their necks. One I saw had a gapping hole were his heart should’ve been. They were all a mess.

The fleeing SWAT van had overturned. As high up as I was I could hear people inside the van crying. I’m talking about real, actual, still breathing people inside, begging for help.

I watched in sympathy as the soldiers on the ground tried to out maneuver the SWAT cops.

“My God,” I thought. “How much of the police department has gone batshit?”

At the time it seemed like most of it. As if answering my thought, three police cars arrived. Two of them crashed into each other as they slammed on their brakes. Their red and blue lights lit up the street and buildings with soporific flashing.

The new arrivals augmented the soldiers in the fight. I could hear them yelling at the SWAT guys to give up, to think about what they were doing. SWAT answered back that they liked the way things were. They liked the freedom that came with not having to serve ungrateful people any longer. Some of SWAT yelled the same question back. The answer they got was increased gunfire. The combined training of both sides paid off in tons of center mass shots. It was good that the SWAT van was armored. Everyone was laying down tremendous fire and the van caught more than its fair share.

You know what I did? I turned away. I convinced myself that it wasn’t my fight. After everything I’d seen and done, I couldn’t face anything more. Maybe death after death would be better. I walked into the living room, taking a moment to stare at the Tommy that lay on the couch. Would I be a coward for doing it or simply a coward for thinking about it at all?

I thought of Mrs.

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