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SHTF Zombie Apocalypse Day 7- 9

SHTF: Zombie Apocalypse

-Day 7 -

Pen drop, nothing. Starting to wonder if it’s enough noise to test for unwanted guests. With how well I’ve locked up, I don’t think it would be possible to sleep through an attempted break in. Quick check through the skylight, the gate is open...My blood runs cold. There’s no fresh mess on the ground, my Neighbors car is gone.

That asswipe left and didn’t close the gate. No zombies in the yard yet. I contemplate how much longer I actually want to stay here. Probably long enough to want the gate closed. My inner chicken shit begs to ignore the problem. I know I can’t. Not only for my sake but also the elderly people in the complex. I doubt they have gone anywhere. I double checked the living room before I enter, clear.

My heart is pounding through my chest. A string of profanities on repeat in my head. I wasn’t ready to get up close and personal with a zombie just yet, I look around at my weapon choices. Questioning whether or not I REALLY need the gate closed. I went back to the skylight and scan the gate carefully with the spotting scope to see if there’s any damage. I don’t want to go down there if there’s nothing I can do about it. The lock is missing, I can just latch it closed for now.

I’m pretty sure zombies wouldn’t know how to unlatch it, right? There is a lot of zombie lore but more questions when the situation is real and in your face. I don’t want to guess something and be wrong, will play it as safe as I can. I settle into the idea of going outside for the 1st time since everything officially happened . I grab the wrecking bar that I keep in a bucket behind my front door, unwelcome visitor deterrent.

Slow deep breaths before I open the door and scan the balcony from behind the screen door, looks ok. I move slowly, now outside, fully scanning the balcony again, making my way to the stairwell, scanning the parking area. Down the steps, across the parking area and behind the wall that holds the gate up. I give it a small test tug, the gate rolls smoothly on it’s track, so I keep the movement going until it is closed and I can latch it.

I am back up the steps and safely behind my door in no time. Pulse pounding in my ears as I slide down onto the floor. The familiar cold metal door, my barrier . I wonder how I’ll ever make it to my family. This was terrifying. How can I make it over 50 miles when 40 or so feet was that hard, with no danger in site. I know it won’t be as easy out there. I don’t want to take this on by myself.

I don’t really have any other choice at the moment. I push my larger bookshelf into the bedroom doorway to block myself in and spend the rest of the day making my pack as light and quiet as possible. Whenever I do have to go on foot, I want it to be as silent as I possibly can be.

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 8-

Pen drop, clear. Reluctantly, I check the gate. It’s still closed. I’ve decided to go and check up on my elderly neighbors . It feels odd that they haven’t come over, zombie apocalypse or not. They aren’t shy about asking for help, milk, sugar, anything. This has been on my mind for days. It’s just going to gnaw at my brain if I don’t check in and see how they are holding up. I’ve lived here over 3 years, I can’t just turn off the part of me that cares.

I open my door slowly , the same procedure as yesterday. Checking from behind the screen, then from beyond the screen. They live at the end, I cross the shared balcony looking everywhere. When I get to their place I softly tap on the window, looking over my shoulder to make sure I am not making too much noise, tapping softly the whole time.

A heavy thud shakes the glass , the noise startles me, my attention now on the window. The hand slides down the glass, an oozy smear following the movement. I stand with my back pressing into the railing, stunned. I didn’t’t know what to expect when I came over. I thought maybe something could be wrong, but not this.

His wife emerges from behind the curtain , in the same state. They both claw at the glass, it shatters with the force. Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit!! I scramble back to my apartment nearly tripping over my own feet. I close the door just as they are stumbling through the broken window. Breathing heavy trying to recall all that I had seen. It looked like one was bitten on the arm and maybe one turned and bit the other?

The wife likes to sit outside in the sun, she may have been bitten and turned, taking a bite out of him. The shuffling of feet stirred me from my thoughts. Teeth clenched, waiting to hear where the shuffling stops. I didn’t think they were far enough through the window to see where I went. I hoped that the lore was true and they didn’t retain any memory and know where to find me.

If they were to start banging on my door, it would just bring more, the gate wouldn’t hold with much weight going against it. I take deep, slow quiet breaths and try to listen past the heartbeat pounding in my ears. The shuffling had stopped. I am trembling too much to stand up immediately , it takes a few minutes to calm down and get my legs to carry me away from the door.

With how close they are, I can’t afford to make any noise. The rest of the day is spent in the bedroom loft area. The solar cooker is my main focus, it’s something quiet. I am afraid to listen in on the radio, ‘what if the earpiece fails and the blaring alert tones catch attention?’ Unwilling to risk it. Bed time cannot come soon enough.

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 9 -

My hand automatically reaches for the pen, feeling around for a moment before I remember it was moved yesterday. Not wanting to alert the neighbors with any level of noise, no pen drop today. I sat in the loft for a while, not ready for an up close and personal meeting with the undead . I try to visualize in my head how a zombie kill would go down. The tv shows and movies make it look so easy.

It has to be hard to crack open a skull right? Or get a clear knife shot into an eye socket? The eye socket isn’t that big. I don’t want to get bit or scratched in the process. Not that I’m 100% sure scratching will actually do anything, why risk it? I start working on ways I can protect myself, my mind wanders back to a dog attack I experienced. I had on a decent outdoors jacket, some rain protection. Hard to explain the material, but it withstood a biting German Shepard.

Don’t know off hand who would have a stronger bite force, but I know the dog had way more pointy teeth. If pointy dog teeth couldn’t penetrate, a decaying human shouldn’t be able to either right? I did end up with a small Knick in my hand from the attack but it hadn’t bled. So I pair the jacket i have with some thick no cut gloves and boots. At the very least I can prevent scratching.

For a weapon I rule out using a knife, I want more distance. I could sharpen my walking stick but would that be enough to penetrate a skull smoothly? Axes and machetes also don’t feel like great choices. A bat? How much force would it actually take to destroy a brain? Questions I’m sure I could have and should have looked up online, but my browser history would be questionable, not that I care now.

Ah-hah... my throwing knives. I never learned how to throw them, but it would make a solid makeshift spear. I get to work on modifying my walking stick, carving small grooves to keep the throwing knife in place. I try to jar it loose, doesn’t budge. Perfect. I unlock the door louder and more clumsily than I meant to, a heavy thud hits it. It had to of ripped off the screen mesh , there goes my mosquito free apocalypse...

In a smooth motion I pull open the door and jam the spear end into the smaller form. Her weight now sagging onto the screen frame her husband was much larger, he crashes through, bringing the screen door frame in with him. I barely had time to pull the spear back before he landed on me. I manage to bar the walking stick handle against his mouth, breaking some of his remaining teeth. Pus, blood and drool, pool down into a thick mess on the floor beside my head.

Getting my feet into place, I kick him off hard, back throwing the doorway. Scrambling to get to my feet, plunging the spear end into his eye socket before it can get back up. Staring at the lifeless forms, hers still in my apartment.. the smell of decomposition hits hard, I stumble over his legs to vomit off the balcony. The gate rattles. It’s just 1.. tiptoeing over limbs, I go inside and pick the cleanest spots on her clothes and pull her outside.

A moment of silence and remembrance before heading back in and locking the door behind me. I pour bleach over the gross spots on the floor. Checking over my clothes, nothing is going to feel truly clean enough. I shed my clothes, bring the gloves up to the skylight and pour bleach over the gooey spots will let them dry over night. The smell burns my nostrils for a few ours. Ebola can’t withstand bleach, whatever the zombie gunk is shouldn’t be able to either.

Before I go to bed that night, I check the skylight. The gate lurker is still there but had gone dormant. Reassuring.

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SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse Day 4- 6

SHTF: Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 4-

I woke up to the sun shining through the skylight. Laying motionless for minutes, listening for any noises coming from below nothing. I dropped a pen, waiting to see if it would rouse anything that had gone temporarily dormant, nothing. My security measures had held the night. I checked conditions outside before making my way down the ladder.

Wanting to see my noise allowance before all else. I didn’t have to pull out the spotting scope to see what I needed. There were zombies roaming the streets. Some passing close to the still locked gates. They weren’t the most sturdy, I don’t want to press my luck by alerting any zombies to my presence. I can only hope my neighbors will be as courteous. I felt a little bad for thinking it, but I don’t want to end up taking care of any of them.

I hope that they would care enough about living that they won’t get loud. Panic has a way of overruling common sense. I spent the day moving supplies up to the loft. All of that knot forming guilt from the day before washed away in seeing my new reality. I have hidden caches along my planned routes. My stock pile means I can put off going out and using the caches before I really need to.

The longer I stay the more likely my neighbors are to come looking for food and other supplies. Unsure of what I’ll do if they migrate my way, I push the thought away for now. The day is quiet , with an occasional scream. Failed attempts to leave I guess. I check the frequencies on my radio once more before I go to sleep.

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 5 -

Sleep can do wonders for you in a stressful situation. It is difficult waking up and thinking that this will be the norm for possibly the rest of my life. My thoughts wander, has it been contained to my area? Or has it spread far and wide? Still no cell service, no internet, and the power went out last night. Someone may have taken out a power line . I don’t want to try my luck with the tap water. I’m sure it’s contaminated by now.

I switch my HAM over to the local radio stations. There’s just an Emergency Alert Broadcast looping, warning people to stay indoors. That seems a bit obvious and frustrating. I thought about friends, we had discussed plans in the past. None of which were ever finalized. More frustration. I can hear screaming and rattling, it’s close. I scrambled up to the skylight, it’s a younger male neighbor. He’s struggling to pull away from a zombies grasp. It’s someone who I’m not fond of, regardless, I take aim through the rifle scope. Some small part of me still hopes all of this is a bad overdone joke.

I shoot the zombie through the shoulder, almost a graze. It doesn’t react. My neighbor screams louder, very real fear. It is drawing unwanted attention to us, no more test shots. The 2nd one goes through the eye socket, it drops . My neighbor glances up, I give a half hearted wave and he retreats to his apartment. My mind wanders back to all of that neighbors annoying habits. My heart knows this is petty but my brain whispers ‘ Karma”

The gate rattles more violently , shaking me from my thoughts. Now I have to do something to draw them away. Waiting for something more interesting to come along is not an option. I could shoot a few cars and hope they have alarms , but my rifle would probably draw in more, and that gate isn’t going to take much more weight . My firework stash comes to mind. I hurry to grab the mortars and tubes . The gate rattling intensifies when I come back up. Mentally I’m berating whatever idea that stupid jerk had when he decided to get that close to the gate.

Mortars aimed.. and... launched! It explodes far enough away that any new ones that are drawn in aren’t in my travel path. I hope I didn’t just doom someone else, no screams. Relief is short lived. Anxiety reminds me that I may have alerted people to my presence . I get my day back on track, get shit done that needs to be done. I’m at the tail end of my freezer goods. It won’t be long until it’s useless and rotting. I spend a better part of the day constructing a solar cooker. I will test it tomorrow

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 6 -

Dropping a pen in the morning feels like a good way to start the day followed by checking the open skylight. Noting new. Out of curiosity, i scan windows and rooftops with my spotting scope. I know a lot of people drove out of the city when the chaos started, bu I also know not everyone had that opportunity . I haven’t seen any movement outside the mini hoard roaming. Yesterday’s moved a few streets down. I haven’t heard any noise coming from the apartments on either side of mine.

1 person was suppose to be out of town, the other usually come home late. If I get low enough on supplies I might go scavenging at their places first. It is a bit risky to open the door, more so to travel across the roof top. My solar cooker worked great. I have it angled to keep it from reflecting light to anyone down below. The freezer food might last another day or 2 tops. I spent a good portion of the day taking picture of my print outs, when that was done I typed out other notes on my phone. Everything I do now is to ensure my survival, life feels more purposeful.

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SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse backstory - Day 3

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Back story-

I prep. I have a decent food and water storage. wilderness survival skills that I maintain. I watch the NEWS , read articles on my phone, occasionally I’ll check in on my HAM radio. There are some locals who use it regularly. My apartment has a loft and skylight, and I have preps that I can put into place to secure my residence. I own a few firearms.

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 1 -

A notification popped up on my phone. I recognized the alert tone it was a ‘Breaking NEWS” article The headline read, “ Man bites multiple shoppers in Mall”. It was in a city close by. The article didn’t say much, other than the damage done to the victims was extremely brutal and that the attacker was killed. He was unresponsive to police commands and it took multiple shots to take him down.

His victims were taken to a nearby hospital. He was unidentified, story to be updated at a later time. There was only an image of the mall parking area with police tape above the article. It reminded me of the bath salts stories years ago. Evening rolled around, the NEWS notification sounded again. The attack story had an update, the victims had taken a turn for the worse, 1 with extensive damage was dead. They suspected an accelerated rabies. Blood work was being done. More story to come .

... Accelerated rabies..?

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 2 -

I’m at work when I hear the NEWS notification. My Boss and I were just talking about yesterday’s events, so I pulled my phone out. It’s the same story headline, no new text but there’s a live video feed. I push the play button. Screaming blares through my phone speakers, a NEWS Anchor is standing in front of panicked hospital staff and visitors.

The NEWS Anchor’s voice is lost to the noise around them. There’s a glimpse of someone in the background struggling with a bloodied form the bloodied form overtakes them, they crash to the ground. More screaming. Shots ring out over the noise of the crowd . People barrel towards the Anchor and camera. The camera is knocked to the ground, the feed ends. We wait for a moment in silence. I scroll through the most recent articles, nothing has been updated.

Looking outside the store, there’s no chaos, no present danger. It’s completely calm, normal. Like what we had just seen was pulled from a movie. The customers who had gathered around to watch, leave the store visibly shaken. We finish out our work day questioning the video feed. We know it was a live video. That was a real hospital , today wasn’t April 1st. When I go home that night, i lock up my apartment with extra care. Checking and double checking locks, windows barricaded, security preps in place.

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 3 -

Sleep was short . Waking every other hour to listen to my phone’s scanner app. The surrounding cities going into chaos. Mine is still quiet. I text friends and family to keep them updated. I feel conflicted, I want to get to the closest store and ransack it, snag anything useful before it’s too difficult to get outside safely.

I also don’t want to be stuck in a jail cell starving to death with what I far is coming. It sounds too crazy to admit it just yet. I am tired and anxious, though I’ve now lost all hope on sleeping tonight. Phone sitting sitting on the charger while the scanner runs. The chaos is now bordering my city. It’s time to make my move, I don’t think I can afford to wait any longer. I tape over my license plate and dress the part of a burglar, and drive down to the nearest store.

Making quick work of the glass door, and load up my car with as much as it will hold. No sirens head my way. I’ve committed my first crime, my stomach is in knots. If I’m wrong I might be headed to jail, if I’m right.. I bought myself a little time. Not sure which is worse , jail and a criminal record or.. this.. Quickly and quietly I haul the supplies in my house, door locked up tight behind me

Day breaks. There are no police at my door, that does nothing to ease the knot in my stomach. My phone and HAM are charged, my solar panel set up is in place at the skylights opening. There is some solace in knowing my family is prepared, they are boarded up and well stocked. I have confidence in them. I don’t know how long phone communication will last, so I enjoy it while I can.

My radio on it’s own won’t be able to reach them. If the repeaters are still working I might be able to get in contact with them. I don’t know how long it will be until we see each other again. We go over our plans, reassurance that we know what to do. My printer has been running all night, getting any information I can before power goes out. Things I might never get the chance to look up again. I know I can take pictures of the print outs on my phone .

It might be a brick in terms of communication, but I can still take pictures, play games, listen to music, read books , look at my offline apps and so much more. Moral boosts I know I’ll be needing. I bring my spotting scope up to the skylight, chaos is getting closer. I had the hindsight to lock up the entrance gate behind me when I returned last night. A small amount of security for everyone in my apartment complex

I’ve been updating those who followed my social media accounts. With how fast all of this is spreading, it won’t be long until the have some decisions to make. Hopeful they would get the word out, maybe stop this before it completely consumes our way of life. Hours passed, communication crashed.

The world outside my apartment got quiet. I dozed off on the loft, ladder pulled up with me.

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