This is my first attempt at writing a PAW story so be easy on me. I am going to start this story off with the character having the same resources that I would have if a zombie outbreak actually happened tomorrow. Give me some feed back. I will be trying to update frequently.
It was crunch time for me at the college I was attending. It was two weeks from end of my first school year at Platteville. It was crunch time because every damn professor I had decided to assign a huge paper or project that was due before the week’s end. Then to top it off there was the final for each class that could either make or break my grades. I was half way through a ten page paper for an ethnic’s class that was kicking my butt. “Crap I hate college, I need a break” I muttered to myself. Minimizing my paper I pulled up the internet and started to go through my favorite survival sites. Upon pulling up the first site the first thread I read titled new virus outbreak in Africa. Great another problem for me to worry dying from, as if nuclear war, Mother Nature, and economical collapse wasn’t enough” I cursed to myself. Upon reading this I did a mental list of my preps that I had, only to realize that almost all my preps that I was listing off were at my house over 4 hours away from college. Damn college and their stupid rules and limited space in the dorms.
My roommate Colin busted in the room coming back from class and said “Nate man what’s happening with you?”
“Well not much Colin other than I got writers block on my paper that’s due in a week and there is a new virus in Africa” was my reply.
“Dude you need to relax man and quit worrying about that pointless crap” retorted Colin. “Hey I got the perfect thing to make you relax and forget your problems” he said as he pulled out a joint.
“Dude gets that shit out here” I hissed at Collin. “I thought I told you to never bring that crap back in here again.” Man I hate my roommate a complete douche bag and idiot”. “I wish my old roommate Matt was still attending Platteville he was a good old country boy that liked hunting and knew how to use a rifle beyond Call of Duty video games” I thought to myself.
Colin left about ten minutes later and I could finally get back to my thoughts about how my preps where set up at home and college. Pulling up a spread sheet of my preps that was last updated a month ago all I could do was curse the lack of gear and food. If I was at home I would be ok for almost a month which was impressive considering I am only 19 years old and my parents let me prep but didn’t contribute anything. The situation was even worse at college. I only had my BOB which had at least four days worth of food and maybe a week if I stretched it. “Damn I hope the SHTF doesn’t happen until after this summer so I can earn some money for some more preps.” Screw it I can’t do anything about it tonight was the last thought on my mind before I collapsed onto my loft.
BEEP BEEP BEEP was the first sound I heard the next morning. Waking up suddenly and trying to shut off my alarm I slammed my head into the ceiling for the hundredth time this year. “F***, stupid ceiling next year I am NOT getting a loft” I cursed aloud.
It was the same old same old Tuesday for me except I couldn’t get the idea of the virus in Africa out of my head. I eventual gave up going to class that day after the third time my professor told me to pay attention to his lecture on 900BC Chinese empire. A real useful fact l that I would need to know after I get my major in Construction Management. NOT. After staring at my computer screen for a few more hours and writing on a piece of scratch paper of holes in my preps I came to a conclusion. I am screwed if SHTF this moment.
Being a person that likes to solve a problem and not just ignore it I started to come up with a plan. I had a little over 150 dollars left in my checking account and my wallet. I decided I would cash it all out and spend 120 of it on the most needed preps and keep the remaining 38 dollars in my wallet. I started up my car and smiled thinking yup I am a prepper I got a full tank of gas and it never goes under a half a tank.
At Wal-Mart I went to the sporting goods isle and then the food part for my preps. I picked up two cases of water, 50 cans of food, and a bunch of nonperishable foods. Then I went over to the small sporting goods isle of Wal-Mart and picked up a tarp, a handful of Mountain House meals, and a few other items. As I was about to leave the isle and check out I stop as something caught my eye. A 20 dollar machete that was half off and on impulse I grabbed it and then decided I could use another brick of .22lr ammo for my 10/22 Ruger back at home. “Screw college rules, what they don’t know won’t hurt them” I thought.
After I had hid all the items I had bought in the trunk of my car I went back to my dorm and finally got the annoying little voice in my head to calm down enough for me to finish my paper.
Life went back to normal or at least normal for me in college for another 5 days. Taking another break I was flipping through the channels on the TV and stopped on the news channel CNN. (I hate CNN just as much as the next guy but it does have world news). The news anchor calmly stated “in other news the virus outbreak in Africa has spread at a high rate and is now being first spotted in all parts of Africa, Beijing, London, and in Chicago, and New York”.
The way she said it was as if reporting the weather and not a virus that had already killed thousands. Being worried about possibility of the virus spreading to where the campus was located I packed half of my clothes and other items in my dorm into my car.
Fast forward another day and the news channel reported massive riots in New York, Chicago, Washington DC, Madison and Los Angles. The reporter claimed it was because of the 10% gas price increase over the last week, increase in food prices, and the economy as a whole. Then the news caster switched to an on the scene video and showed a handful of cops being overrun by over a hundred rioters. I started at the TV and couldn’t believe it. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. That didn’t look like a normal riot the rioters where moving slowly and there were none of them yelling at the cops. It almost appeared to be as if they were zombies.
Nervously laughing to myself I put it off from staying up to late the previous night from studying and my brain playing tricks on myself. I decided to just go to sleep early that night. Even though I put it off to my brain playing tricks on me I doubled check to be sure the door was locked and I took my pocket knife and set it up on the shelf next to me where I sleep.
I was woken up around one in the morning when my roommate stumbled into our room. He looked like crap he was pale and his shirt was bloody. He half way ran slash fell next to the garbage can and threw up everywhere but inside the garbage can. Colin groaned “dude I don’t feel too good.” “I was out partying and some asshole came up to me and bit me on my shoulder”.
“Dude what the hell is wrong with you?” I yelled at Colin. “You just puked all over my XBOX and my books.” “You better clean that up because I am not doing it.” With that I fell back to the sleep with the smell of vomit burning my nose hairs.
I was woken up two hours later with something grabbing onto my leg. I kicked out and yelled “damn it Colin knock it off, I am trying to sleep, some of us got class at eight in the morning.” Colin wouldn’t stop though. I kicked multiple times and connected pretty well to his head once but he kept doing it. Finally getting my eyes open enough to actually saw I wish I was still dreaming and not awake.
Colin stood in front of me covered in blood and vomit. His one eye still in his head had it pupil enlarged so much that his eyes where completely black. He was foaming at the mouth and made biting movements as if trying to eat the air until he could get a hold of my leg. I yanked back my leg and shouted “dude this instant funny.” I threw my brick of an alarm clock at his head and it seemed to knock him out. I jumped out of my loft while I grabbed my phone and knife. I started to through on some pants and when I was about to get my shirt on I was shoved to the floor. Apparently I only stunned him with the alarm clock and now I was trying to keep him from taking a bite out of my jugular. It took all my strength to roll Colin off of me and he is only a skinny kid. I then took my knife and flicked out the blade with my thumb and stabbed Colin repeatedly with the first jab through his right eye socket which was missing the eye.
I looked at what I had done and “whispered to myself dear God what have I done.” I tried to call 911 but I only got the computer voice saying all lines are busy please try again. I looked outside to see close to a dozen people that looked just liked how Colin did and a few of them were chasing people that were still alive. It was a panic outside a cop was trying to beat down one of the infected people with a night club before falling down and getting bite by a handful of infected college students. A truck had crashed into a light post and there was smoke in the distance.
I was stunned. I just sat down on my futon with my hands supporting on my head and just thought “what am I going to do”. I stayed shell shock for close to half an hour before I snapped out of it and decided that I needed to do something. I checked my phone and it said it was four in the morning. “OK I have two hours before I can leave my dorm, I don’t want to be running around in the dark with zombies” I said out loud to myself trying to calm myself down. I took this time to finish packing up anything that was useful in my room that I could use in a zombie apocalypse world that I had woken up to.
I had grabbed all the snack food, soda, bottle water, clothes, my laptop and even a 6 pack of beer in the dorm (screw college’s rules about alcohol). I had it all in my backpack and duffle bag ready to go. I had dressed with the idea to be armored against the zombie bites. I had on a pair of Caterpillar steel toe boots; Charhart insulated pants, hoddie, a camouflage US army coat, and a pair of leather gloves. I was slightly hot in all of this clothing but Wisconsin was having a cold spring even though it was already the end of April. I through on my pack and grabbed the 16oz hammer that I was using as my main defense weapon until I could get something better from my car. I gave one final look around my dorm room and at Colin’s now dead body covered with a sheet and left.
I ran down the floor flights of stairs before meeting my first zombie. I was already sweating and panting when I saw it but I nearly pissed myself when it lunged at me. I raised my hammer and swung with all my might downwards onto its skull. It caved and the zombie dropped. I had a bit of a problem trying to get it back out though. I ran the 100 yards from the building to my car. Luckily the outbreak of zombies was minor on the campus and I was able to dodge the three other zombies I saw. I through my crap in my car and started her up and drove like a mad man out of the parking lot.
I was driving for a few minutes when the next song on my CD started playing and for some reason I started laughing uncontrollably. My stereo was playing Iron Maiden Run to the Hills. Such an ironic coincidence that it was playing at the exact moment I was actually running to the hills of my grandpas farm. While I was laughing I did not notice that someone ran in front of the path I was driving. I hit the person and swore “SHIT.” I was worried until I realized it was another zombie. “This zombie apocalypse life style is going to take some getting used to.”
Now I decided that I had to stop at my grandpa’s farm first before I headed home even though it was out of my way. I had some very important items that I had left in his basement. Now some people would ask what in the hell is so important that you would go out of your way, put yourself in danger to get? Well it is a collection of items. I had picked up a rifle on my way back from Easter break and stored it at my grandpas because of the college’s rules of no guns. It took me 40 minutes to get to my grandpas which is slightly slower than normal due to a couple of accidents and a few zombies on the road. I pulled up to my grandpa’s house and was met with a skinny man with thinning hair with a Remington pump shotgun pointed at my head. I smiled and said “is that any way to great your grandson?”
“Damn Nate I didn’t know it was you; sorry about that.”
“No problem grandpa I just need to pick up my gear and I will be out of your hair.” Also could you point that shotgun somewhere other than at me.”
“Yeah sure Nate let’s get into the house.” “There haven’t been any zombies out here yet but I sure don’t want to be out here to welcome them to the neighborhood when they do show up” my grandpa joked.
Yeah I already had enough problems with the biting freaking on campus I don’t need to say hello to another one anytime soon. I opend a closet and pulled out a packpack, an ammo can and a rifle case. Inside the backpack was my gear from deer hunting that I never bothered to take back home. I dumped out the pack and made sure everything was there. Out slide a hatchet, a Buck hunting knife, an MRE, hand warmers, my rifle cleaning kit, and half a box of 30-06 shells. I then opened up the gun case and pulled out my latest addition to my small gun collection a Mosin Nagant 1891/30. I unlocked the gun lock and loaded it up with 5 bullets while also dumping another 80 bullets into the 4 pouches I had for the gun.
My grandpa asked “there is no talking you out of going back home and not staying here is there?” “We sure could use you and your gun here when things get messy.”
“Well to put it simply no there is not”. “I have to make sure my parents are safe and decide what to do after that. “We might hunker down at home or come back here and help you defend the farm. I personally like the last option but who knows”. “You where in the army reserved grandpa you should be able to handle a few rotten zombies” I joked trying to lighten the mood.
“Well you be careful out there and don’t do anything stupid” was as much of a good by my grandpa was going to give me.
I just nodded my head and said "don't worry grandpa I am a good shot, I got enough gas, food and water for the trip and if a Eagle Scout can't make it through this mess then there is going to be a lot of screwed people besides me". I then backed up my car and drove off to get the rest of my family. It sure as hell wasn’t going to be easy if the 30 mile trip from my college to my grandpa’s farm was any indicator. That was only a 30 mile trip and I had over 300 miles to go in normal conditions. I just grimaced and said “well let’s get the show on the road” and I hit the play button on my cd player and I started rocking out to some Metallica to get me pumped up for the long journey ahead of me.