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Class of 2013 - 15
Chapter Fifteen The Suburban suitably loaded, Lea and James were collected by Timothy, and we convened in the parking lot to discuss the plan. It was a straightforward talk, and for likely the first time since we’d all begun working together to survive, there were no arguments. We all knew that this mission was important, and that this time we needed to be serious. There would be no laughing, or horsing around, or any sort of nonsense this time. The day before Chien and I had slain a great number of the living dead in the area, and while we hoped that this would mean their numbers would be relatively low… there was no way in which to be certain. In truth, the gunfire echoing through the city might have attracted even more of the foul creatures than had actually been there upon our arrival last time. Time would tell. We certainly hoped for less.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 26
Chapter Twenty Six A couple of hours had passed since I spoke with Alice, and in that time I had retreated to the cafeteria. Most would assume that it was for something to eat, and knowing me that probably wouldn’t have been a bad assumption. However, it was – at present – incorrect. Rather, I had ventured there for some peace and quiet. It was something that I rather liked having, and something that I had not been granted in the last few days. On top of that, I needed to get some practice time in for my swordsmanship. First though I would meditate – and yes, I really did this. Of course, it wasn’t mandatory, but it did help me quite a lot. Finding ‘inner peace’ was a grand use of time – it kept the mind clear and the emotions on the level.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 13
Chapter Thirteen The horde outside Sweet’s house was thick, but James knew that to test this effectively he’d have to make his way through the crowd of flesh eating creatures. Torch held above his head and forward, he walked toward the horde carefully, moving as quietly as he could. He soon neared the first one and held the torch before it. A grin spread across his lips as it leaned back and turned from the flame; heading away from the source of heat. Just as he’d thought, its instincts told it that fire was dangerous. He soon did it to another couple of zombies, much to the same effect. Without the ability to see, they couldn’t tell the difference between a torch and a blazing inferno. With a grin, he looked back to the door and pointed to Lea before motioning for her to come out.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 14
Chapter Fourteen A few silent moments passed after Lea left the office to talk to James. We all knew why he was upset, and Chien and I both knew that under any other circumstances this would have likely put us on edge as well. Burning bodies as a fuel source? It was entirely morbid, there was no way around that, but we had to think about survival first and cultural norms second. In a manner, people that grew up in first world nations were, for the most part, used to bodies being treated with a great deal of respect and care after death. To westerners especially, death was something that was feared and shied away from. It frightened us and sent shivers down our spines. The very sight of a human corpse was usually unnerving – at the least.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 31
Epilogue You know how people say that they hate Mondays, and that they hate Sunday because they know Monday is coming? Well, for us, for the first time, that was switched around. We were happy to see Monday, because it meant Sunday was over. With one man dead, the loss of ammunition and equipment, and the fact that Wal-Mart was now completely overrun with hordes of zombies… our mission had gone from being a bust to being an utter and complete clusterfuck. The addition of two skilled warriors was a plus, but even they were now down a weapon and ammunition thanks to the events.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 30
Chapter Thirty “James!” Only a single word of Lea’s message made it through before a piece of buckshot destroyed the hand held radio. Throwing the shattered device away, James fired off his last two shots as he ran around a corner, having lead the Viking nearer to the front of the store, where the food aisles were. Just around the corner he waited, knowing that the blond would be close behind. As soon as he came around the corner, the muzzle of the shotgun was jammed into his abdomen. The pursuing young man dropped the sawed-off shotgun, and a flick of James’ eyes to the side let him see that it hadn’t yet been reloaded – meaning it was totally useless to him. Thus, as a follow up to his initial strike James went for a butt-stroke across his opponent’s jaw. Unfortunately for him, the blond grabbed the butt of the shotgun to stop it and kicked him hard in the thigh – giving him a wicked Charlie-horse.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 29
Chapter Twenty Nine A few moments later we found ourselves inside the abandoned store; greeted only by silence and the sickeningly sweet scent of death. The interior was somehow both calming… and a complete fucking horror show. There were no zombies in sight, but we weren’t about to let our guard down just yet. There were corpses littering the floor of the store in every direction that we looked, though it appeared that most of them were right near the front. The plague had swept through and the infection had spread just like it had done at P.M.A. – the people at the front hadn’t stood a chance. A few more detailed looks around and we found that the Customer Services section at the front was clear, as were the restrooms, the checkout, and the McDonald’s that was there at the front of the store.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 12
Chapter Twelve The Suburban was a large vehicle, and without the back seats it had as much space, if not more than, a pickup truck of the same size. That meant that there was going to be a lot of room for weapons and ammunition – along with any food and water we happened to grab. Most of what was in Big 5 was junk food, but food was food, and why not treat ourselves a little? After all, we had survived this long, weren’t likely to die any time soon unless we fucked up, and that didn’t seem all that probable. There were also energy drinks, water, Gatorade, etcetera in there… which meant that we had a source of something to drink that wasn’t just tap water we had put into old milk jugs, water and soda bottles, and whatever else we could fill up.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 28
Chapter Twenty Eight The day had finally arrived. Our mission to Wal-Mart had the green light, and our team was assembled. The Core Four, plus Christine and Johnny, were all set to head out on the scav’ mission. Some last minute training, weapons checks, and planning was put into preparation – and a large amount of ammunition was loaded into the suburban. Just as so many times before, it was going to be our primary method of transportation. Why all the extra ammo? Well, Wal-Mart wasn’t exactly in the most populated section of town, it was actually in a mostly business district and surrounded by a shopping center… but there was a residential area not far away, and if anywhere had probably been a target for looting, it would have been there. We were expecting a lot of zombies, and to pull off this job we might need a lot of extra ammo.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 11
Chapter Eleven A field trip indeed. Had we known the events transpiring in Menifee, we probably would have been a lot more worried than we were. We were assuming that it was going to be fine. Probably similar to when Chien and I had ventured out. There was one difference though – rural Perris and semi-rural Menifee were on opposite levels of the population spectrum. Rural Perris had a small number of people by comparison. Menifee had a decent amount of them, and that meant that they had a lot more creatures to deal with there. Of course, we didn’t know about any of that at the time, and thus we went on about our business. As the kids had gone about collecting potential parts for the steam engine, Chien and I had decided to look for the wires and other components that we might need to make an alternator, and had thankfully been capable of finding such things in the maintenance areas.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 27
Chapter Twenty Seven The next week passed – thankfully – without any grievous incident. Chien and Novik continued their guard training of the Perris High students. Sweet and Lea pitched in as well, and while Chien and Novik were teaching them basic guard duty, the Commandant and our sniperess were running them ragged with P.T., basic hand-to-hand, and basic marksmanship – back to back and right after Chien and Novik were done with them for the day. It was kind of funny to watch them the first couple of days – especially when even I was able to go through the course and pop off a couple of accurate shots. I couldn’t do the physical aspect of it as fast, but I was still able to shoot straight. Of course, when you’re a nerd and you can get away with showing up some jocks, it was always best to do so.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
