Cleaver by McCloud Wes

Author:McCloud, Wes [McCloud, Wes]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombies
Published: 2019-03-26T04:00:00+00:00

Make Room for Maddie

The next few days I tried ridding myself of the angst the drone had dropped into my life. Afterall, nothing was happening, right? Or were the people out there biding their time, waiting for me to let my guard down? I guess in the end, there wasn’t much I could do about such things. If they happened, they happened. I tried busying myself with the new task at hand, harvesting as much deadly dog saliva as I could. I made a point to get most of them romping and playing in the yard so they’d ultimately start panting and drooling in the heat of the day. Even at that, I wasn’t getting much. It was a painfully slow process. Though I did have one dog that was speeding things up. He was a mastiff I called Ralph. Why’d I call him Ralph? He just looked like a Ralph. Just some dude that worked four twelves at the local factory so he could afford to buy enough beer to keep him just drunk enough to be able to tolerate his wife. Seriously though, I thought dog poop made me gag, the drool, it was so much worse. Finally, I managed to collect an entire pickle jar full of the stuff. Jesus, just looking at it sloshing around inside of there made me want to gag. I filled one squirt gun to the brim with the it. I figured that would be plenty enough to take down at least fifty of the dead, if not more. I placed it in the fridge for safe keeping, and to prevent the drool from becoming any smellier than it already was. So that’s what I did. I spent almost the entire week collecting ammo for the new arsenal of squirt guns I had amassed. Soon, I had about a dozen guns full with the zombie liquifying agent. I couldn’t help but chuckle just a tad every time I got done filling one of those candy colored vessels. Of all the weapons, the knives, the guns, the bombs, etcetera, humans possessed, mutant flea-infected dog saliva was the answer to the dead’s extinction. It was like the black plague, only the fleas were going to save us this time around.

I can’t really recall how many days elapsed between the dollar store and the next batch of hell that came my way. I thought staying put on my property and doing next to nothing was going to rid me of danger. All I could picture was that Roll Safe meme, otherwise known as The Thinking Black Guy. He’s pointing at his head with some fill-in-the-blank obvious advice, and mine was “Can’t get killed if you don’t live”. It was getting so bad that I found myself bored enough to shove my hand inside a frog puppet I’d swiped from the dollar store and started putting on a show for the dogs. Most of them weren’t amused, especially Pete. His tail went between his legs and he went running under a chair.

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