This is my first post, I have been watching zero punctuation for a while and every once in a while would see an intereting topic and check it out.
Here is the scene
It's a weekend day. Like usual after morning breakfast, about 20 mins after the food settles a father and 2 year old son find themselves watching a little TV when the son jumps up. He takes off running for the other side of the living room, looking back, laughing and waiting for his dad to arise and begin the chase.
The Dad gets up and bellows (in a deep voice), "I'm gonna get you!!" and with his foot, while slowly approaching, he clears what will be the chase path of cars, bouncy balls and other little toys he knows his son won't see while running with glee from him. As he gets closer the boy has yet to dash from the recliner that is laided back. The dad pushes down on the seat that puts the chair upright. Taking away the impromt hiding spot, He says "There's the baby!!"
The chase begins. The kid takes off, dad right behind but with a purposeful slower stride.
The kid laughs and laughs as the dad who has caught right up to him take swing after swing to pick up the boy, but keeps just barely missing, or just barely glances him while the chase is on. As fast as the chase began the kid runs to the couch plows into the cushions face down grabbing a small pillow to hide under.
The dad very slowly approaches asking "Where'd the baby go?"
"I don't see him anywhere". The kid laughs as he hears his dad's voice get closer. Just as everything gets quiet, the kid almost shaking in anticipation the pillow is tossed away and the baby is revealed with a big smile on his face. The tickling begins.
After a short while the dad sits down on the couch, the kid snuggles up next to him and they get back to watching whatever kids show that is back from commercials that they were watching before the chase began.
From an earlier morning chase, and the previous night of wake ups from bad dreams. Both the kid and father were tired, and both started to nod off to the familiar theme song of the next show that was just starting.
An unknown amount of time passes when CRASH! the window breaks. Someone is breaking into the house thru the window.
The father pops up, adrenaline already pumping thru his heart the dad picks up the kid who is still asleep unaware of the intruder. As the dad reaches the hall he looks back to see the assailant had only got his arms thru the window in those few seconds. The dad sets the kid down in the hallway bathroom, locks the door from the inside. That's the only place he knows that his son will at least be delayed from exiting. At his age it would be impossible to explain to stay put, and him do it for any useful amount of time. With the son in the bathroom, the dad jumps into his study/computer room that is on the other side of the hallway. Opens the closet door, grabs his shotgun as the sound of more glass breaking is heard in the distance.
Tries as fast as he can to open the case, but slightly stumbles under the weight of all that is happening. The gun is out, barrel clear, back into the closet to grab a box of shells.
The sound of glass breaking has stopped.
With the gun loaded the father quickly reenters the hallway and already hears his son in the bathroom trying to twist and jiggle the doorknob as he figures out how to get out of his bathroom prison.
The intruder is standing in the living room, takes faulty steps as he walks across and onto the small toys that litter the floor with no regard to avoid them.
Looking up to see the father with gun in hand, he walks, at a faster though still broken pace.
The dad sees what his mind can't believe is happening. The smell of decay, the obvious fatal lacerations, and broken bones.
There before him is a zombie... With the once mythic being only a few feet ahead of him the dad raises the gun and fires.
One shot to the belly and ribs... pure instinct to shoot center mass, the zombie is taken back for a moment, but not stopped.
Again realizing what he was up against he fires directly at the head, and the zombie falls to the ground limp and unmoving.
Taking just a moment to think about what had just occured he hears the door knob to the bathboom frantically being turned, shaken. He thinks his son must be scared out of his mind hearing the loud, sudden explosions of the gun being fired.
He goes to the bathroom using the little piece of metal that resides on top rail of the door frame of all the doors in the house that have locks. Sticks the piece of metal into the small hole, twist, and the door is unlocked. What he didn't know is his son witnessed the turnpiece that is on the inside doorknob turn, and immidietly learned how to unlock the door.
He goes to pick up the small boy but sees in the mirror that he is covered in blood. The blood had been on him since the shots were fired. Seeing the blood splattered across his arm on top of a fresh cut he had got from earlier today when he snagged his arm on a metal shelf in the garage... He begins to clean the wound, and the globs of blood off him and looks in the mirror. His eyes are already bloodshot and yellow. He feels in the pit of his stomach something awful. He knows he has been infected, and has no idea how long he has to put as much distance between him and his son.
As quickly as he can towels up any tainted blood, gently sits his son in the bathtub unable to hug him or kiss him goodbye for fear of infecting him.
Again locks the door, and closes it.
He grabs his cell phone, goes to the living room, grabs the body, throws it into the backyard thru the window it had entered.
Standing in the backyard barely able to stand, already disoriented.
He calls his wife who is out shopping... of course she doesn't answer, he leaves the message
"Brian is locked in the bathroom, the shotgun is loaded and on the top shelf of the closet in the study. You need to come home as quickly as possible. Come in put your tennis shoes on, DO NOT TOUCH THE BLOOD, get Brian and drive, this is not a joke.
He doesn't mention the zombie part because he knows no matter how serious or sacred he sounds. If he says zombies are attacking she will laugh, and think it's a joke.
As he tries to think of what else to say he feels the pain of what can only be described as poison that started at his arm, now sting all over his body.
He barely made it out of the backyard... barely past the gate.
After an unknown amount of time has passed Brian finally gets the bathroom door unlocked.
With tears in his eyes from crying while trying to get out of the room he had been abandoned in.
He smiles and claps as he sees daddy at the window...
Ready for another round of chase, this time around will be decidedly darker and unforgiving.
I would have explained all this before, but wanted to give you guys a chance to read the story without knowing exactly what it was going to be about.
A while back I read a post about some girl whose house, or town or something was being attacked by zombies. That post, and mixture of other stories I have read gave me the idea for one. I thought since I got the idea partially from this forum I would share it here. Hope you like it.
Here is the scene
It's a weekend day. Like usual after morning breakfast, about 20 mins after the food settles a father and 2 year old son find themselves watching a little TV when the son jumps up. He takes off running for the other side of the living room, looking back, laughing and waiting for his dad to arise and begin the chase.
The Dad gets up and bellows (in a deep voice), "I'm gonna get you!!" and with his foot, while slowly approaching, he clears what will be the chase path of cars, bouncy balls and other little toys he knows his son won't see while running with glee from him. As he gets closer the boy has yet to dash from the recliner that is laided back. The dad pushes down on the seat that puts the chair upright. Taking away the impromt hiding spot, He says "There's the baby!!"
The chase begins. The kid takes off, dad right behind but with a purposeful slower stride.
The kid laughs and laughs as the dad who has caught right up to him take swing after swing to pick up the boy, but keeps just barely missing, or just barely glances him while the chase is on. As fast as the chase began the kid runs to the couch plows into the cushions face down grabbing a small pillow to hide under.
The dad very slowly approaches asking "Where'd the baby go?"
"I don't see him anywhere". The kid laughs as he hears his dad's voice get closer. Just as everything gets quiet, the kid almost shaking in anticipation the pillow is tossed away and the baby is revealed with a big smile on his face. The tickling begins.
After a short while the dad sits down on the couch, the kid snuggles up next to him and they get back to watching whatever kids show that is back from commercials that they were watching before the chase began.
From an earlier morning chase, and the previous night of wake ups from bad dreams. Both the kid and father were tired, and both started to nod off to the familiar theme song of the next show that was just starting.
An unknown amount of time passes when CRASH! the window breaks. Someone is breaking into the house thru the window.
The father pops up, adrenaline already pumping thru his heart the dad picks up the kid who is still asleep unaware of the intruder. As the dad reaches the hall he looks back to see the assailant had only got his arms thru the window in those few seconds. The dad sets the kid down in the hallway bathroom, locks the door from the inside. That's the only place he knows that his son will at least be delayed from exiting. At his age it would be impossible to explain to stay put, and him do it for any useful amount of time. With the son in the bathroom, the dad jumps into his study/computer room that is on the other side of the hallway. Opens the closet door, grabs his shotgun as the sound of more glass breaking is heard in the distance.
Tries as fast as he can to open the case, but slightly stumbles under the weight of all that is happening. The gun is out, barrel clear, back into the closet to grab a box of shells.
The sound of glass breaking has stopped.
With the gun loaded the father quickly reenters the hallway and already hears his son in the bathroom trying to twist and jiggle the doorknob as he figures out how to get out of his bathroom prison.
The intruder is standing in the living room, takes faulty steps as he walks across and onto the small toys that litter the floor with no regard to avoid them.
Looking up to see the father with gun in hand, he walks, at a faster though still broken pace.
The dad sees what his mind can't believe is happening. The smell of decay, the obvious fatal lacerations, and broken bones.
There before him is a zombie... With the once mythic being only a few feet ahead of him the dad raises the gun and fires.
One shot to the belly and ribs... pure instinct to shoot center mass, the zombie is taken back for a moment, but not stopped.
Again realizing what he was up against he fires directly at the head, and the zombie falls to the ground limp and unmoving.
Taking just a moment to think about what had just occured he hears the door knob to the bathboom frantically being turned, shaken. He thinks his son must be scared out of his mind hearing the loud, sudden explosions of the gun being fired.
He goes to the bathroom using the little piece of metal that resides on top rail of the door frame of all the doors in the house that have locks. Sticks the piece of metal into the small hole, twist, and the door is unlocked. What he didn't know is his son witnessed the turnpiece that is on the inside doorknob turn, and immidietly learned how to unlock the door.
He goes to pick up the small boy but sees in the mirror that he is covered in blood. The blood had been on him since the shots were fired. Seeing the blood splattered across his arm on top of a fresh cut he had got from earlier today when he snagged his arm on a metal shelf in the garage... He begins to clean the wound, and the globs of blood off him and looks in the mirror. His eyes are already bloodshot and yellow. He feels in the pit of his stomach something awful. He knows he has been infected, and has no idea how long he has to put as much distance between him and his son.
As quickly as he can towels up any tainted blood, gently sits his son in the bathtub unable to hug him or kiss him goodbye for fear of infecting him.
Again locks the door, and closes it.
He grabs his cell phone, goes to the living room, grabs the body, throws it into the backyard thru the window it had entered.
Standing in the backyard barely able to stand, already disoriented.
He calls his wife who is out shopping... of course she doesn't answer, he leaves the message
"Brian is locked in the bathroom, the shotgun is loaded and on the top shelf of the closet in the study. You need to come home as quickly as possible. Come in put your tennis shoes on, DO NOT TOUCH THE BLOOD, get Brian and drive, this is not a joke.
He doesn't mention the zombie part because he knows no matter how serious or sacred he sounds. If he says zombies are attacking she will laugh, and think it's a joke.
As he tries to think of what else to say he feels the pain of what can only be described as poison that started at his arm, now sting all over his body.
He barely made it out of the backyard... barely past the gate.
After an unknown amount of time has passed Brian finally gets the bathroom door unlocked.
With tears in his eyes from crying while trying to get out of the room he had been abandoned in.
He smiles and claps as he sees daddy at the window...
Ready for another round of chase, this time around will be decidedly darker and unforgiving.
I would have explained all this before, but wanted to give you guys a chance to read the story without knowing exactly what it was going to be about.
A while back I read a post about some girl whose house, or town or something was being attacked by zombies. That post, and mixture of other stories I have read gave me the idea for one. I thought since I got the idea partially from this forum I would share it here. Hope you like it.
