Zombie Apocalypse - Interest Check
A male voice begins to speak. The voice is muffled slightly, as if the speaker is turned away from the microphone.
ďListen, uh. My name is Earl Jacobs. Iím 45. I have two daughters. Had. I had two daughters. Iíve, uh, Iíve been holed up in this cabin for the last five years. Before that I was a mechanic. Canít use cars anymore. Nothing with an engine. Too loud. Noise attracts them. The, uh, the creatures. They used to be human, but not anymore. There used to be more of us. God, there used to be more of us. On a grander scheme, too, I guess. Not anymore.
The monsters got them. Tore them apart with their teeth and their hands. Itís funny, I guess. How someone like Rick used to be unable to open a bag of chips without it exploding, but now he can rip open a manís ribcage like itís nothing. Yíknow, I always used to love nature documentaries? I was always rooting for the predator. When a lion or a bear or a hyena or whatever, when it got the antelope, theyíd always show the pack eating together. It was so cute to see a little baby wolf or something gnawing on a bone. Now I root for the prey. Thatís what we are now. Prey. Humans used to be top of the food chain, even when we didnít have strength or speed or claws or fangs. But I guess if you give all that stuff to a human and turn off their higher reasoning, they still do just fine.
Uh. Anyways. I donít know if anyone will find this. As far as I know, Iím the last person on Earth. Itís lonely. But on the off-chance someone does, Iíll explain some things. The United States Government only took 2 months to collapse. From what Iíve heard, we were the first. The original domino that toppled the whole world, I guess. Near the end, everyone started getting nervous. China, Russia, North Korea, all the bigwigs started shooting off nukes. It was easier to blame someone else than accept the fact that it was pure bad luck that this shitshow got started. It was bad luck, by the way.
The virus, or the bacteria, or the parasite, or whatever it is that turns people into monsters, came down in a meteorite. It hit some little town in Wyoming, and then suddenly the world is ending. The CDC tried to get us all to quarantine, but people are stupid. Nobody would listen. I guess that did us in, in the end. Bad luck mixed with stubbornness, delivered on a silver platter.
(A loud banging noise is heard, followed by several groans)
Ah. Guess they made it through the wall after all. Listen. I ainít got much time left. The plague, it doesnít just kill you. It brings you back to life, or some dark perversion of it. Like cordyceps, or that wasp that eats caterpillars. It turns you into a mindless animal that doesnít tire, doesnít stop. They look. They listen. They can smell you. It took a lot of trial and error to figure out where their senses stopped. They donít rot. It keeps them together long enough to find a new host, I guess.
(The groans grow louder, and the pounding grows more intense. Glass breaks)
Fuck. Donít let them touch you. Donít touch their blood. And for Godís sake, donít let them bite you. A good shot to the head should do them in. But be careful. Make double, extra goddamn sure. If possible, remove the head entirely. They donít feel pain. They burn easy but it doesnít do anything. The Doc, before he disappeared, said theyíre changing. Theyíre evolving. Into what, I donít know.
(A loud crash is heard. The speakerís voice moves away from the microphone, and a gun is cocked)
Son of a bitch. You want me? Come and fucking get me! Iím right here!
(A gunshot, followed closely by another)
(Weakly) CarolÖ AnnabelÖ Iím sorryÖ
(The sounds of gnashing teeth and meat being torn)
I would love to try this!
Nice! Haven’t seen you in a bit, how’s it going?
I'm interested if you wouldn't mind a mysterious merchant.
People will always need stuff they don’t have, especially when supply lines are broken up. Gladly!
I'm still trying to think of a type of currency, but I think I got it pretty well figured out.
Most towns barter with the most valuables: food, water, medicine, and ammunition
I'm thinking the most popular currency could be bullets, so I have developed the unit known as a "hand."
A hand basically means five of something, for example 3 hands of bullets would be 15 bullets, and this can also apply to other items as well.
I'm doing better! Thank you for asking! How are you ?
Originally Posted by Yggdrasil_Hugger
Last edited by Moonlit_Fae; 03-27-2022 at 08:35 PM.