Zombie Tales: Primrose Court Apt. 502 by Robert DeCoteau

Author:Robert DeCoteau [DeCoteau, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

What follows is an excerpt from the novel this short story is based on…

DON

OF THE

LIVING DEAD

By

Robert DeCoteau

A

ZOMBIE TALES PRESS

Publication

CHAPTER ONE

I can’t claim to have seen every zombie movie known to man, but I have seen most of the good ones, from the old black and white George A. Romero flicks to the modern day, Resident Evil flicks. Many of them begin with the damage already done. We meet the characters sometime after their survival skills have kicked in. On occasion, we see how those characters encountered their first zombie; sometimes it's in a graveyard, sometimes in their home, or, more recently, in a secret underground laboratory.

My first encounter was nothing like in the movies. I was sitting on the toilet.

Don't laugh.

I am one of those rare few that are so regular you could set your watch by my bowel movements, no fiber added.

It all started on a Wednesday afternoon in May. My allotted half hour lunch break was over and I was taking my mid afternoon constitutional.

After nine years crunching numbers for the same company, I had conditioned my body. I drank my morning coffee at my desk in my little cubical, ran numbers and cost analysis until twelve-thirty, took my lunch until one o’clock, and then spent fifteen relaxing minutes on the pot.

Who can blame me for taking my fifteen minutes on the clock? I'm sure everyone has the same mentality about their employers; everyone has been force to suffer with fewer benefits, less pay, and less time off. The recession has put most companies, from the giants like Wal-Mart to the lowly mom and pop stores in the same predicament. But even with all its drawbacks there are benefits to businesses during a recession. One of the benefits is that for every employee on staff there are two or three equally qualified individuals out there just waiting for the opportunity to take the job, often for less money.

My job was definitely not secure. Even with all my time working for Comdex Pharmaceuticals, I was just as expendable as the next guy; maybe more so, I was one of the highest paid accountants in the company. They could hire one of the young fresh graduates off the street for nearly half of what they paid me.

I work hard, but I see no reason to waste any part of my lunch break in the john. Other than a pen or two and maybe a few sheets of copy paper, those fifteen minutes are my only extra compensation for the wonderful job I did at Comdex. But I suppose I should quit rambling and just start at the beginning.

Lunch had been a frantic race to find Rebecca, the sandwich girl. She made her rounds in our building every day, but ultimately she seemed to forget me three times a week. It wasn’t by accident of course. I don't know what her problem was. I mean, sure I asked her out once, but when she said no I didn't push. I don't know why everything got awkward after that.

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