November the 1st

Suspense Stories | Aug 2, 2012 | 8 min read
64 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
The first day of November started out like any other autumn morning until the zombies showed up. Trevor got a good look at some of them up close as a group of them attacked his girlfriend while she was in the process of walking from his duplex to her car that was in the driveway. Thinking fast he grabbed his shotgun and blew their heads off just like the smart people always did in the movies when they were being attacked by a flesh-hungry horde of zombies (he never understood why some of the people in these films didn't know that the only way to kill one was to destroy the brain. They always wasted a lot of precious ammunition by firing at the zombies' chests a few times before they realized that they had to aim for the head). Unfortunately he also had to do the same to his beloved Tara as she'd been bitten and he couldn't stand the thought of her turning into one of them (something else that most people in the movies didn't realize until a zombified loved one tore out their throat).

After he lovingly placed her lifeless body on the bed and covered it with a sheet he got busy barricading all of the doors and windows so none of the zombies could get in. He shot three more of them who were trying to break the front door down and after he secured his place as much as possible he decided to sit down to eat some lunch (boarding up the doors and windows was hard work and as such he had worked up an appetite despite the fact that he was depressed over what had happened to Tara and didn't think that he would be able to eat for days as a result).

He looked in the kitchen to see what looked good and suddenly became very worried when he realized that he hadn't been the to the store in weeks and he didn't have a whole lot of food to eat. He grabbed what little lunch meat he found out of the refrigerator (some liver cheese that looked like it was on the verge of going bad) and made himself a sandwich. As he munched on the nearly empty bag of Cool Ranch Doritos and sipped on one of the only remaining cans of RC Colas he had left he prayed that he wouldn't be trapped inside too long as he would starve to death in a very short period of time.

There were a couple of frozen meals in the freezer and some canned chili and ravioli in the cabinet, and while he looked in the pantry he came across a bag of dry dog food that was almost completely full. He didn't have a dog himself, but every once in a while a stray dog would show up looking hungry and since Trevor had felt sorry for him he'd bought a bag of Ol' Roy dog food during one of his many trips to Wal-Mart so he could feed the dog something. When he saw how much of it he had in comparison to any other kind of food he told himself that if worse came to worse he could eat it if he had to. He remembered someone once saying that if you got hungry enough that you would eat anything, and while he was glad to have the dog food just in case he was really hoping that he wouldn't have to find out if this theory was accurate or not.

He turned on the television as he ate and was surprised that there was no mention of the zombies on any of the channels. He just saw game shows, soap operas, and all the same old crap that stay at home moms and people who didn't have jobs enjoyed watching on television on a weekday morning. He flipped through the channels and the only news report that he came across was about a hostage situation but there was nothing about the dead coming back to life and lumbering around town snacking on the good townsfolk of Farming dale.

He thought that it was odd that the media was basically ignoring the situation until he realized why they weren't talking about it. He had always been a conspiracy theory nut (he was convinced that Sarah Palin was some sort of mutant that Dick Cheney forced some government scientist to create just to terrorize and annoy the hell out of the general public) and he figured that the government had told all the news channels to keep their mouths shut about the zombie attacks for some unknown reason. He was always telling his friends about all the government conspiracies and cover ups that took place on a daily basis and they didn't believe him, but if any of them were still alive right now and looked out their window they would realize that they were living through one of them.
He peeked out of the boarded up living room window and saw that there were even more of them outside shuffling along in front of his duplex. He couldn't help but wonder where they came from and after several possible reasons for their existence went through his head (all of which held the government, terrorists, or even aliens responsible) he glanced down at the front page of the newspaper on the coffee table and dismissed all of the theories he'd come up with.

There had been a train that was carrying some sort of mysterious chemicals that derailed last week and pictures of it was plastered all over the front of the paper (it was the most exciting thing to happen in the area since some retarded gardener snapped and decided to go on a killing spree). The incident had occurred in the neighboring county just a few miles away and some people in the little town closest to the train tracks were forced to evacuate as the chemicals that the train had been carrying somehow formed a cloud that engulfed most of the area. After he thought about it for a few moments he became convinced that the chemicals in the cloud were somehow responsible for reanimating the dead and possibly infecting the living.

"Get out of here you zombie fucks!' he shouted as he stuck the barrel of the shotgun through the boards on the window and aimed at the few that had gotten closer to his home.

To his surprise they stopped in their tracks when they saw the shotgun and started to back away slowly to safety. One of them even threw his hands up in the air to show that he didn't have a weapon or anything as he scurried away.

Hmm. I guess they're not as dumb in real life as they are in the movies. he thought to himself as he made his way to the couch.

He plopped down on the couch and tried to figure out what he was going to do if he ran out of ammunition. He didn't have that many shells left but he told himself that if he ran out he could always use the old machete he had to fend them off. It wasn't exactly the idea weapon but it was better than nothing so it put his mind at ease a little to know that he had a backup just in case he couldn't use his gun anymore.

Since it was such a physically and emotional draining day he couldn't help but feel a little tired. He lay back on the couch and closed his eyes for a moment to rest them and within just a few minutes he was sound asleep. He didn't wake up until a few hours later when he heard the sound of the front door being knocked down.

Trevor grabbed the shotgun and jumped to his feet, ready and willing to open fire on the zombies who had gotten in. He saw two of them rush through the doorway toward him that were wearing SWAT Team uniforms. He assumed that they were SWAT Team members sent in to help stop the zombie invasion that had been bitten and turned into the very thing that they had been fighting. He aimed his shotgun at them and was just a second from pulling the trigger when he noticed that they were carrying firearms as well (something that he'd never seen before in a movie until he watched an Asian zombie flick with a friend one night).

"Drop it, motherfucker!" the taller one ordered, pointing the automatic weapon in his hands at Trevor's chest.
It threw him off guard that they had the ability to speak (they never did that in any of the movies he'd seen) and he took a step back in surprise. As shocked as he was though he refused to lower his weapon and fully intended on shooting both of them right between the eyes.
"We're not playing around, asshole!" the other one chimed in. "Drop your weapon or we will put you down!"
"Get out of here!" Trevor demanded as he turned and took aim at the other zombie.

He was in the process of pulling the trigger when they opened fire on him. The first barrage of bullets hit him in the shoulder but he really didn't feel them as they tore into his flesh. He was so enraged by the fact that they had the audacity to break into his home and attack him that all he wanted to do was to make them pay. He attempted to raise his shot gun again and return fire but he never got the chance.

They continued firing at him but he didn't go down until (ironically enough) he took a shot to the head. As he dropped to the ground and lay dying in a pool of his own blood he couldn't help but wonder how zombies could be so proficient with automatic weapons.
"Crazy son-of-a-bitch!" one of them said as he lowered his weapon. "I knew he wasn't going to give us any choice. The ones like him never do."
"Why do you think he did it?" the other one asked.
"I don't know, he had a history of mental illness and was in and out of asylums most of his life. I guess the poor bastard just snapped one last time this morning."
The shorter of the two looked in the bedroom and saw Tara's body and frowned. A few other members of local law enforcement cautiously made their way inside with their weapons needlessly drawn (Trevor had been shooting out of the window at them all day and they didn't want to take any chances that there was someone else inside who had been assisting him) and took a moment to survey the area.

"The girlfriend's body is in the bedroom. He shot her in the head like the others." the SWAT team member announced when he came back into the living room.
"Damn. I was hoping that she would still be alive but I had my doubts." His partner frowned.

"Some of the people heard him screaming something about zombies when he started shooting at the mailman and the others who were trying to help her get away from him this morning."
"Ex-girlfriend. She dumped him a few days ago. Probably the reason that he went bat shit. The way I understand it she came by to pick up some of her things this morning when he attacked her."
"Whatever. Some of our guys that he was shooting at earlier said that he was going on about zombies too."
"So? What's your point?" the taller one snapped, feeling aggravated.
"Was he so out of it that he thought that everyone that he was shooting at was a zombie?"
"Who knows? There's no telling what was going on in that fucked up head of his. Now go find someone to cover him and the girlfriend with sheets or something before the fucking media gets in here and starts snapping pictures of them."

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Adee Sumpay Aug 23, 2012

woooo

Andreea Aug 3, 2012

Nice job. :) Like it a lot. :D

Seven L. Cooper Aug 3, 2012

This story is very impressive! Bravo! Love it! =)

Cudbuster Aug 2, 2012

Nice little twist ending there. Great story.

Belinda k Aug 2, 2012

Good job on this. Nice twist.

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