User:Yummm

Noone ever actually believed that zombies or "zeds" as I've become prone to calling them, were taking over Malton.

Things like that happen only in, old horror flicks and nightmares.

If this is true, I so desperately want to wake up...

Gather 'round and allow me to tell how and why I'm here.

It was a relatively normal day considering my current standards of "normal". My Dad and I were out hunting. Well less hunting and more "showing me how to keep for shooting myself in the foot" which after a few minutes I did... heh, now if you did something like that you would be zombie food, and quick. Well we returned home,but not to a hospital or anything because it was just a piece of buckshot and I would be fine. We were just sitting around watching old Dukes of Hazzard reruns and I was getting a good rubbing in about my injury.

After a few days my foot injury seemed to get worse, so my Dad left to the neighboring city called... ah well I forget, but never-mind about that. That was when I heard a knock and a shout at the door. I got up and walked over to the door and saw a very frantic looking Army Sergent (I could tell by his coat) and I open the door for him. Rushing quickly in he locked the door and grabbed the dinner table and placed it against the door with such speed I could hardly do anything. When I finally could ask who he was, what and why he had just done what he did he just said watch and switched to the local news channel a reporter was asking a very obviously highly ranked military man about the current "outbreak" beside him was a man wearing a suit the showed the NecroTech logo, a well know scientific company. They were saying that residents should arm themselves and barricade their homes for safety. The officer asked me If I had any family members or relatives in the house. I replied "No, they left town for a little while, its just me." It was then that I learned that Malton's borders had been closed.

Not even 15 I was alone to fight this war.

It was then that this Army man, "Christian" was his name, began to show me how to shoot a pistol. I caught on surprisingly quick and had a basic grip on it in a few hours. It was then that the thing that marked the beginning of my new life.

A small group of zombies had decided to attack my house. It was then that I was glad of the locked door and dinner table barricade. Christian said it wouldn't hold for long, I was to find anything to add to the barricade he told me as he readied his pistol. As I searched the house I discovered a zombie searching the house's basement. I locked the basement door to at the very least slow him down for Christian to take care of him later. As I returned with a large chest of drawers to add to the barricade, I discovered Christian lying face-down on the floor. I walked over to my friend to ask if he was okay.

It was then that I heard it.

That sound.

That horrible horrible sound.

A sound of hunger, an unethral hunger.

A howl that told of a hunger that no living creature has.

Too bad Christian doesn't qualify as living anymore...

He had died by the zombies and was now one of them.

I had hoped that I would never have to do this to anyone,let alone a dear friend like Christian. He had told me that if he was to die with his last strength he would throw his pistol so that I could finish him. I saw the pistol on the floor and dived for it. I fired five shots into my friend's face with accuracy that still amazes me. He dropped and I went to see if he was really dead. I noticed a gold cross hanging beside his dog tags, I guess his religion was kind of ironic, I guess.I took the necklace the cross was on, leaving the tags in case someone finds him. I also found two pistol clips in his belt which I also took including the belt. I needed to be able to hold ammo and have it out and ready quick and his belt would do the job. I found my old fur-lined overcoat and put it on. It fits nice and isn't too short, for as you can see I'm not exactly short and it keeps me warm very well, being with the fact that I thought that I wouldn't be having a bed to sleep on for a while. As I walked out my door I looked back and saw Christian laying there, already his skin was turning that hideous grey of those corpses I see everywhere.

"After a few days of wandering (I hadn't lived in Malton long enough to get accustomed to it.) I found a building called well, you already know what building I'm talking about. On it's side there wasn't a spraypainted "Oddlots Irregulars HQ" like there is now, of coarse. The thing that drew me to it was the fact that the was a cop fighting a losing battle with a zombie, and his pistol had just clicked dry. So of coarse I ran over and fired my five shots with Christian's pistol until I had to reload. By now the cop had reloaded and had dropped the zombie. He walked over and stomped on it's head with a crunch of skull, muttering curses under his breath about "those goddamn zombies". He walked over to me and asked if I was alone. I found this a little odd in because some people may have taken to killing and robbing people. But he looked trustworthy and I told him, yes I was alone. I asked why and he told me about the apartment building we were standing in front of which was of coarse was the Towers. He told about the Oddlots Irregulars and who they were and what they stood for.

I always was considered strange.

Odd if you will.

So I joined.

When he asked for a name I almost gave him my "old" name.Noonne uses their real names anymore. I don't know why I was called Yummm. It may have been with the fact that by the time I found the Oddlots Irregulars I hadn't eaten in a weak. I had been running of fear of becoming on of them, the undead. As the fact that I had people around me, who I didn't have to worry about trying to kill me in my sleep, all my aches, pains, and hungers kicked right back in.

*Yummm holds up a slightly battered, but well looked after military pistol*

"I still have Christian's pistol. I don't know whether that is impressive or not because my watch quit weeks ago. But when it was working I could never believe that the banging on the barricades had been going on for only five minutes when it had seemed like an hour."

"I think I should get some rest now in case of another attack," he says and gets up slowly and walks away with a slight limp, no doubt from that hunting accident, leaving you to ponder his story.