PewPew

3016 words doesn't get me disqualified does it? Enjoy.

Bob’s Electronics was empty except for the few employees. It was Saturday, just after dusk, and at this time most of the city was home eating their dinner. Frank sat in the folding chair behind the counter, almost drifting away in sleep. He was young and had a hopeless future of working in an electronics store. His nametag was crookedly pinned to his blank, white shirt. He glanced quickly at his watch, looked away, forgot what information he just received, and had to look again. Just ten more minutes until seven o’clock and he could leave work and go home. He sat up and stared for a few seconds at the tube television across from the counter, trying to collect the will to get up and turn it on so he wouldn’t die from boredom. Frank lazily receded from the chair and slowly walked to the TV. He poked the power button with his index finger. The news came on. There was nothing really new about the “news.” It was just the same stories about people killing people. He poked the channel button repeatedly in hopes of finding something more interesting.
Frank checked his watch a third time. Ten minutes was up. He punched out and then left the store, leaving his coworkers inside. The street seemed abandoned. He pulled his key ring out of his right pocket and found the key to his red sedan parked on the side of the street. He opened the door, got in, and started the car.
Frank drove through the maze-like route to his house in a rural neighborhood. After a dozen lefts and rights, a man ran out from an alley way onto the street and stopped directly in front of Frank’s car. Frank slammed on his brakes and made the car come to a screeching halt. The man was wearing blue jeans and a torn brown jacket. Blood ran down the side of his head and his hair was untidy. He sprinted to the passenger door and placed both hands on the window.
“Let me in!” he screamed. “I need to get in now!”
“Why? What’s going on?” Frank asked, being a little terrified of the answer.
“Just let me in!” yelled the man in desperation. He began slamming his fists on the window. It began to crack.
“You’re insane!” shouted Frank. He speedily took off leaving the mad man behind, screaming into the night, begging for Frank to come back.
Frank pulled into his driveway, angry about his ruined passenger side window. His neighbor, Mike, sat on a rocking chair on his porch with a bottle of beer in his hand. He wore a cap and his face was darkened by the stubble on his jaw. His belly jiggled slightly as he got up to speak to Frank.
“Hey, Frank,” greeted Mike. “What happened to your window?”
“Some crack head smashed it on my way home,” answered Frank. “I’m gonna go inside and make myself some dinner. See you later.”
He went inside his single-floor house and took off his tie and placed it on the coat hanger. He was in the living room now, where the red couch and the television were, and to the right was the kitchen. Frank walked into the kitchen and went to the refrigerator to search for something to eat. His feet clapped against the linoleum floor. Cooking wasn’t really what Frank had in mind, so he chose left over spaghetti. He took the plastic container which it was in, used a fork to put the contents onto a plate, and placed it in the microwave to heat. Then he poured himself a glass of soda, and waited for the microwave to signal that his dinner was ready. When he heard the beeping, he retrieved the spaghetti and brought it, as well as his soda, to the living room, put his cup on the coffee table and his plate on his lap, and turned on the TV with the remote. The news flashed onto the screen. More crap about celebrity scandals. Frank didn’t know why these kinds of stories about were so news worthy. Surely there were more important things in the world than what’s going on in the lives of the rich and the famous. He changed the channel and watched something else.
After dinner, Frank went to bed. He woke up early in the morning and looked out his window. The sky was colored red from the dawn. He slipped out of bed and took a quick shower. Today, he was going to get the car’s window fixed.
Frank went outside after getting dressed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. He opened his car door and was about to get in until he had begun to hear a loud pounding. He looked around to see where the noise was coming from. The pounding was soon beginning to be followed by the sound of cracking wood. Frank then noticed the racket coming from the front door of Mike’s house. The stout man charged through it, and shards of wood had burst outward onto the porch and part of the cement driveway. He looked up, and saw Mike staring at him from his porch, his upper body and arms twitching uncontrollably.
“Mike, what are you doing?” asked Frank, intimidated greatly. Mike ran quite faster than a man of his weight should be able to run at Frank. He pounced on Frank and sent him to the ground. Instinctively, Frank grabbed Mike’s shoulders with his hands and tried to get him off. Mike’s teeth were clenched and he growled like an animal. After struggling for a while, Frank managed to tumble Mike off of him. He bolted inside the house, locked the door, and grabbed his wooden baseball bat. He quickly searched the living room for something to use to block the single window he thought was most accessible to Mike right now. Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Frank dropped the bat, lifted a bookcase, and hastily carried it to the window, careless of the countless books dropping. Before he covered it, Frank received a glimpse of outside. There were several people running down the street toward his house, eyes bloodshot and some part of their bodies covered in blood. The bookcase won’t hold by itself, Frank thought. He ran to the center of the living room and pushed the couch as fast as he could up against the bookcase. As soon as the couch pressed against the barricade, Frank felt vibrations from Mike and the others outside, banging on it. They had broken the window. Frank ran to the other side of the room and locked the back door.
Frank’s next worry was the kitchen window. He turned the rectangular dining table he barely ever used thanks to the couch in front of the television and pushed it up against the window, turned over with the top facing the glass. All around the house Frank barricaded windows, using whatever he believed he could use along the way. Since the 2 doors were the most sturdy, he reinforced them last. He picked the bat up again and stood in the middle of the living room, wondering what to do now? He had no idea what was going on. He went to get the phone in the kitchen and dialed 911. There was no tone. They were still out there, pounding away at the doors and barricades. Frank had figured maybe a few of them had left now. He grabbed the remote, turned the TV on, and changed the channel back to the news. A pile of burning, bloody bodies appeared on the screen, captioned with the words “Deadly Epidemic.” Frank was too drawn in by the video to pay attention to what the anchorman was saying. Bodies were being thrown onto the huge pile by what Frank assumed was the military. They wore gas masks and had assault rifles strapped to their shoulders. They tossed the cadavers onto this bonfire and let them be consumed by flames. Frank finally began listening to the anchorman now.
“All we know of this new virus right now is that it is spread by direct fluid contact, and victims of transmitted fluids are to show symptoms of homicidal aggressiveness, changes in walking, and frequent muscle twitches. These symptoms can occur any time between one to twenty minutes, depending on the amount of fluid exchanged.”
Frank stopped listening. It was all he needed to hear. Frank went to the window covered by the bookcase. He glanced outside. There were still some infected waiting on the street. Frank didn’t know what kept them from attacking each other. After about ten minutes, the monsters were out of sight.
He began watching TV again. There were reports of infection all around the country. No one could escape the infection by just fleeing the city.
There was banging on the door. Frank assumed the infected were back.
“Hello?” called a voice from outside. “Is anyone in there? We need to get in!” The person sounded fearful. Frank was unsure whether the infected could still speak. Then he remembered the man who smashed his car window, begging to be let in, and wondered what happened to him. He unlocked the door, moved the barricade of various objects around it, and opened it. In front of him was a teenager of around 16, with blonde short hair and a wiry build. He wore a blue, dirty jacket and looked terrified. Next to him was another girl of around the same age. Her hair was dark and she wore a dark sweatshirt.
“Get in, get in!” yelled Frank as soon as he saw about half a dozen infected running crazily down the street across from his house, arms flailing and rage-filled expressions on their faces. The young man and his companion ran in. Their panting covered the noise from the television. Frank quickly closed the door and locked it, and replaced all the items. Frank went into his bedroom and retrieved a second wooden bat and a crowbar from the closet. He gave the bat to the boy and the crowbar to the girl.
“Thanks, I’m Steve,” said the boy, toying with the bat in his hands.
“I’m Amy,” said the girl. The crowbar shook in her hands.
Frank tried peaking out the window. He couldn’t see any more infected people outside. “Well I’m Frank,” he said, not looking back at them to introduce himself. He looked down at the carpet. There were red spots of blood sprinkled in a trail from the door to where Steve and Amy were standing. Frank looked back at Steve, who had also just noticed the trail.
“Amy… were you bitten?” Steve asked as he turned to look at her.
“Steve, wait,” she pleaded. Frank couldn’t tell what was about to happen. He saw blood dripping out of her right sleeve onto the carpet. Steve grabbed her arm and pulled back the sleeve. There was a large, bloody bite mark on her arm. She began to convulse. Steve raised his bat quickly and hit her hard in the head to knock her down. Blood sprayed onto the white walls. He planted his right foot onto her chest and raised the bat with the fat end facing Amy’s face. He came down with the bat quickly and repeatedly as Amy began trying to claw at him with her hands. Her teeth were now covered in blood and her nose was broken. Steve continued until Amy had stopped moving. Frank just watched as this boy murdered another human being.
The carpet went from a clean white to a fresh red color. He had his hand clasped over his mouth. What the hell are you supposed to say after something like that happens?
Growling was starting to be heard outside now, followed by banging on the windows and front door. Frank heard more windows shattering. The front door began to crack just like how Mike’s did.
“What do we do?” asked Steve loudly with a great amount of worry in his voice.
Frank was still shocked by watching the young girl die. He couldn’t answer Steve. The bookcase covering the window near the door fell. A blonde woman with bloodshot eyes and pale skin was trying to climb through. Steve quickly rushed to the opening and bashed her in the face with the bat. More tried to climb through. Frank suddenly came to his senses. He ran to the back door and unlocked it, then opened it, and told Steve to follow him. After Steve was through the doorway, Frank quickly attempted to shut the door, but it was blocked by a bloody and scratched arm.
“Open it back up!” yelled Steve. Frank followed his order without even thinking about what the hell Steve was going to do. Steve whacked his bat against the face of the infected man trying to get through the doorway. He recoiled backward and allowed the door to finally shut. Frank and Steve then ran away from the house and climbed over the chain linked fence bordering Frank’s yard and his neighbor’s yard. By the time they were on the other side, the infected were cluster-fucking their way out the back door. Frank circled around the two story house in this yard and made his way onto the road. A man in only his boxers was standing in his driveway where his SUV was parked. He held a pistol in his hand and was looking around with a clueless look on his face. He spotted Frank and Steve and pointed the pistol at them.
“Get back!” he yelled. Frank and Steve stood in place, afraid of what this lunatic might do to them. They said nothing as a blood covered woman snuck up behind the man and sunk her teeth into his neck. He screamed and pushed her off of him and shot her in the head. He then quickly turned the gun on himself, and pulled the trigger.
Frank and Steve ran over to the man’s dead body. Frank looted the gun and a set of keys off of the dead body. He used the keys to unlock the door to the SUV and let Steve in as well. He started the car and thought about where to go. A bloody face slammed against the driver’s side window. Frank quickly accelerated the vehicle and recklessly drove on the road until he was able to gain control. He drove toward the city.
“So how did you know Amy?” Frank asked Steve, desperate to make a little conversation.
“She’s my twin sister,” Steve answered. Frank skeptically looked at him, then quickly back at the road.
“How could you kill your sister like that?!” he asked, now assuming that this boy was some kind of sociopath.
“You see it as cruel, but it’s really survival,” Steve serenely said. Frank decided to end the conversation. He no longer wanted anything to do with this kid. He turned on the radio to avoid any more talking. There was no signal.
Frank stopped at Bob’s Electronics. This was where he wanted to take shelter in right now. It was the most familiar place to him, and he knew there had to be some food in the fridge in the back room. Frank got out of the car, assuming it was safe. Steve got out after believing it was safe as well. He was quickly pounced on by a hooded man, who began tearing into Steve. Steve struggled to get out of his hold but wasn’t strong enough to escape. Frank ran to the other side of the car and shot the hooded infected three times in the back. Steve pushed the limp body off of him and got up, looking at the bite wound on his arm.
“Get away!” he yelled as he pushed away Frank. Frank grabbed Steve and dragged him into the electronics store, using his key to get in. Steve struggled to get away, but Frank held him strongly. He grabbed a cable from one of the shelves and tied Steve up with it. Steve started to show symptoms of infection by twitching uncontrollably. Frank went back to the door and locked it. He felt safe in here behind the shatterproof glass. More infected started to surround the store. Frank turned on one of the TVs. The news came on again. He waited to learn something that they didn’t broadcast already.
“Shelter is being provided at Evergreen Mall for North County survivors.” That was what Frank needed to hear. Now he was presented with the problem of getting out of this store. There were at least twenty infected outside. Frank had six bullets left in his pistol. He wasn’t going to be able to shoot them all.
Steve was still raging in the corner. What kept them from killing each other? Frank wondered. Frank thought about what made him and Steve different. The first thing that came to mind was that he wasn’t infected and Steve was. Then Frank had an idea. He used his pocket knife to cut open Steve’s leg, and covered his arms and hands in his blood. Steve stopped his aggression towards Frank. He was amazed that he might have found a way to avoid these homicidal maniacs. The numbers of infected outside seemed to lessen. Frank reluctantly walked outside, and found that they didn’t bother him. They shambled away from him, looking for new prey. He walked towards the SUV, and tripped on the pavement. His jeans ripped and his leg was cut. He involuntarily covered his bleeding skin with his hands which were covered in infected blood. He laughed insanely as he realized what he had just done. He laughed to himself and looked around him, looked at the devastation of the city and of human society, then broke into tears. He looked at the pistol he had in his right hand, brought the barrel against the skin on his temple, and pulled the trigger.

AzH

No it doesn't. Thanks for the entry. Looking forward to reading it!

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MyNameDidntFit

Great story!

I like your LOLCat speak title

Like DT said; don't worry about those 16 words.

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Veiled Duality

noobhunter001

Good story PewPew!

Leroy

Nice story.

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PewPew

Thanks. It's good to get compliments.

TheDark12

Good story!