Zombies - 25 June - No Choices

You wake up in the morning and slide out of your bed, your toes sinking into the soft carpet. You stand, yawn, and look at yourself in the long mirror beside your bed.

You look in the mirror and see a beautiful, seventeen year old girl with long, blond hair, a tight stomach, and small, perky breasts.

You smile to yourself, sliding your hands seductively over your body... and then sigh, resigned to the fact that you still haven't had a boyfriend despite your looks.

You tear your gaze away from the mirror, walk over to your closet, and try to decide what to wear for school today, considering the options of:  a short, pretty sundress, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, or just jeans and a t-shirt. After considering your options, you pull on some black panties, a black bra, and then slide on some jeans and a Bloc Party t-shirt, nothing special.

You pull on some socks and some sneakers and then head downstairs. You call out a quick hello to your dad, who is sitting by himself drinking coffee in the kitchen, and then head out the door.

It's a cold and damp day, with a soft rain pattering on your face as you look up at the clouds.

You whip out your iPhone and call your friend Sarah.

"Hey babe, could you pick me up and give me a ride to school?"

"Of course, darrrrrrrling," she responds with a giggle. "Be there in a couple of minutes."

"K, cya soon," you respond and then hang up.

Within a couple of minutes of standing in the drizzle, your friend Sarah arrives in her crappy old Corolla. You jump inside.

Sarah is gorgeous, with long, flowing red hair and a light dusting of freckles. She gives you a hug as you jump into the car.

"Sooo... actually to school, or you want to ditch and go to the mall, babe?" she asks.

"The mall! Fuck this school shit!" you respond to the question with a laugh.

Sarah smiles and hits the gas, giving her best approximation of a peel-out as she turns away from school and towards the mall. Sarah chatters incessantly about boys, specifically about Tom, as you head toward the mall. You barely listen, not giving a shit about her desire for Tom.

You arrive at the mall and the two of you get out and head towards the front entrance. As you walk into the mall, a security guard, a young man in his early twenties who is actually pretty decent looking, starts eyeing you. He gives you a big smile as you walk by. 

You stop as you see his big smile. "Hey, how's it going?" you ask him. Sarah walks another few steps and then turns. "Ummm, excuse me... we're busy," she says to the security guard as she takes your hand and tries to pull you away.

You laugh and pull your hand away. "What's your name, sweetie?" you ask him.

He looks at you and grins. "Well, as you can see from my nametag, I'm Davis."

"Davis... doesn't sound like a very sweet name for such a cute boy," you say to him with a wink.

His radio crackles and he puts it to his ear. "On my way," he responds to the radio and turns to head into the mall. "Wait here!" he shouts at you as he runs into the mall.

You grab Sarah by the hand and pull her into the mall. "We're not going to stand here and wait for some fucking security guard. I'm out for an adventure today, and I want to see what's going on," you say to her.

She nods as you drag her along after the security guard, who is now running through the mall and shouting for people to get out of the way. You continue following him and then see him speed around a corner. You hear shouting from around the corner.

You pull Sarah around the corner. Davis is standing there and shouting at a man who is on the ground, gnawing on an elderly woman's face.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Davis is yelling. The man ignores him and continues gnawing at the woman's face. Davis runs up to the man and kicks him in the chest, sending him reeling.

The man stands, lets out a long groan as blood streams down his face, and then charges towards Davis, knocking him to the ground. 

After the man knocks Davis to the ground, Davis starts punching the man in the face and wrestling with him. The man continues to try and bite Davis, blood spraying all over Davis' face.

You run up and kick the man in the face as hard as you can. The man's head snaps back and he rolls back onto the ground. Davis stands up and grabs for his handcuffs, but before he can take action the man is lurching to his feet and grabbing at Davis. Another security guard rushes up and jumps on the man, knocking all three of them to the ground.

While they are wrestling, the old woman whose face was being eaten suddenly gets up. You look over at her and she groans loudly and begins lurching towards you. You look at Sarah and the two of you scream. 

"Run for it!" you scream at Sarah. The two of you take off at full speed away from the scene, not bothering to look back to see what happened to the poor cute security guard, Davis.

You see people around you with their cell phones out, but no one else is running.

"Fucking run!" you shout at a middle-aged woman as you run by. She looks at you, looks back at the scene, and suddenly everyone in the mull is running with you, panicked, towards the exit.

You look over your shoulder and see that the elderly woman with half a face has knocked over a young boy and is clawing and biting at his stomach. You almost throw up as you watch him tear open his stomach and begin biting away at his insides.

"We have to get out of here!" Sarah screams.

You run toward the exit with the crowd. Everyone squeezes together as you try to get out the doors. There are a few people behind you and they begin pushing at you as you try to get out of the doors in front of them.

"Fucking stop it!" you yell back at boy who is pushing you. He tries to grab at you and push you out of the way and suddenly Sarah is beside you driving her knee into his crotch. He drops to the ground with a groan.

You look over your shoulder as you reach the exit and see him lying there, clutching at his groin as the young boy, parts of his stomach falling out in chunks, descends upon him and begins chewing at his arm.

You rush towards Sarah's car and jump inside. The two of you sit there for a few seconds, breathing heavily, then Sarah asks, "So now what?"

"We need to head to the police station," you tell Sarah.

She nods, turns on the car, and turns off onto the street. You look over your shoulder at the mall and see people running out of the mall covered in blood. You catch the glimpse of a security guard, but you are not sure if it is Davis or not.

As you drive towards the police station, police cars, their sirens blaring, speed down the street the other way towards the mall. You reach the first red light and Sarah stops the car. The light turns green and Sarah just sits there.

You look over at her and see that she is crying and shaking. You shout at her, "Sarah! Drive!"

She doesn't respond.

You get out of the car. You walk around to Sarah's side, pull her out, and then throw her into the passenger seat. She simply stares at you blankly.

You get into the driver's seat and hit the gas. Cop cars continue to speed by you heading the other way. Most people are simply pulled over and watching them as they drive by, but you continue driving.

You flip on the radio. Rather than news, the song "Don't Fear the Reaper" is playing. You pull into the police station and see cops running everywhere with weapons, jumping into their cars, and speeding off. 

You leave Sarah in the car. "Just wait here," you tell her. She looks at you listlessly.

You run over to where a cop is loading up his vehicle. He rushes back to the police station for a second, leaving the door open. No one is paying attention to a random teenage girl, and so you jump into the driver's seat. You grab his shotgun from it's position by the seat, grab a few shells, and then jump back out of the car. You are rushing back towards Sarah's car when you feel a hand on your shoulder spinning you around.

"What the fuck are you doing, girl?" A tall, white policeman in his early thirties shouts down at you. 

"Can you help us get out of here? Please, we saw what happened! It's all going to shit..."

He pulls his hand off your shoulder. "Who's we?"

"My friend over there... we were attacked in the mall and now she won't move. Please! Will you help us?"

"Do you even know how to use that?" he asks you.

"Yeah. My dad taught me," you respond with a proud smile.

"Alright then. Let's get your friend and you can ride with me. I'll keep you safe. Hell, I have no idea where else we would go."

Stunned at his kindness, the two of you head over to Sarah in the car. The cop grabs her and carries back to his vehicle and throws her in the back. "Alright girl, you can ride upfront with me... shotgun," he says with a laugh.

You jump inside. 

"Can you just take us home, please?" you ask the cop, a tear forming in your eye as you speak.

"Alright, if it's not too far out of the way," he says. "I'm Officer Markham, by the way. I'm happy to be able to serve and protect. Can you tell me what happened?"

You nod and begin to explain to him what happened as he speeds through the streets towards your house. You are most of the way to your house, and halfway through your explanation, when he sees a traffic accident up ahead. He slows down and then stops the vehicle. A car has been t-boned in the intersection and you can see blood pouring from the driver's side door but no driver.

Officer Markham gets out. "Stay here," he says to you.

You look back at Sarah in the backseat, smile at her, and then get out of the car. You begin loading shells into the shotgun. Officer Markham looks at you with a stern look, then shrugs and begins approaching the accident.

He walks up to the driver's side door of the t-boned car and pulls at the handle. The door opens and a body falls out with a thud. It isn't moving. Your shoulders immediately fall back into their normal position and you relax. At least someone still dies.

Suddenly from behind the other car emerges a bloody young woman. She screams an ear-piercing scream and rushes towards Officer Markham. He begins firing, emptying his clip into her chest, but it barely slows her down. She leaps forward and pushes him to the ground, landing on his chest and begins clawing at him and screaming.

You run up towards the blood-covered lady and Officer Markham, place the barrel of the shotgun at the side of her head, and pull the trigger. The boom makes your ears shake. Blood, brain, and skull fragments fill the air, spraying Officer Markham and the first vehicle.

He throws the body off of him, looks up at you, and spits blood and brain out. 

"Fuck... fuck..." is all he says as he tries to spit out the pieces of brain from his mouth. 

You look down at him. "I'm really sorry about this," you say to him.

He looks up at you, puzzled. "Huh, you saved my life. What do you have to be sorry about?"

You pump the shotgun and slide your finger back to the trigger. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth, his lips beginning to form an "N", but you pull the trigger. The slug blasts through his forehead and destroys his face.

You grab his pistol, the rest of his ammunition, and then run back to the car. You jump inside.

"You didn't see shit, did you Sarah?" you ask her. She doesn't respond. You smile back at her and laugh.

You drive quickly through the streets. Traffic is terrible, but with your lights on people still pull over to the side of the road for you. Canadians remain obedient to the law even when law seems to be breaking down.

From what you can hear on the police radio, the police are having a tough time with the battle at the mall. From what you saw back at the intersection, the battle at the mall doesn't matter much anymore. It's already over.

You pull into your house and turn off the lights of the cop car. You pull Sarah out of the car and drag her into the house. You close the deadlock behind you and then lean against the door in relief.

With Officer Markham's blood all over you, and now all over Sarah, the two of you are an absolute mess. 

You leave the shotgun by the front of the door, then begin to help Sarah up the stairs and into the bathroom.

Once inside, you close the door and look at Sarah. She simply stands there silently, staring at you, tears streaming down her face.

You turn on the water to the shower then turn back to her. You pull her shirt up and over her head, then unclasp her bra and let it fall to the floor. You unbutton her jeans and then pull them down and over her ass along with her panties. You push her down onto the toilet seat as you pull off her shoes and then her clothing.

You then stand and strip in front of her as she stares straight forward. You pull her up and then pull the two of you into the shower. The water is hot and refreshing.

You softly brush your lips against Sarah's. She remains unresponsive. You wrap your arms around her waist and press your lips fully against hers.

She begins to respond, pulling back slightly. You hands slide up her back and pull her tight towards you, and then you slowly slide your tongue out, first brushing against her lips and then sliding into her mouth.

Her face tilts, and suddenly she goes from being in shock to passionate, her tongue pressing against yours and her hands sliding along your body. Her lips slide from yours and along your neck.

"You fucking saved me," she says to you as she begins to lick and caress your neck. Her lips continue to slide down until she latches onto one of your nipples and begins sucking. You moan softly as you look down at her beautiful face as she licks you. You feel yourself becoming turned on, and your breathing becomes heavy.

You run your fingers through her hair and push her head down gently. She gets the hint and pushes you back onto the edge of the shower and then kneels in front of you. She begins kissing the inside of your thighs, then grabs your legs and spreads them wide apart.

She continues licking, slowly, up the inside of your thigh until she is almost at the edge of your pussy. "Oh... fuck..." you moan.

Then her tongue makes contact with your pussy lips and you moan loudly, squeezing your legs against her sides. She begins to lick up and down along your shaven pussy, sending waves and shocks of excitement through your body.

You continue to hold the back of her head as her tongue begins to flick against your clit. You feel the build-up as her tongue goes back and forth, again and again, and then you explode, your orgasm rolling over you and making you slide off the edge of the shower and back into the bath, water washing over you as you thrash there.

You lie there for a few moments, basking in your orgasm as Sarah looks down at you with a hot smile on her face.

"Your turn," you tell her with a smile. She giggles and sits on the edge of the shower and spreads her legs for you.

Like yours, her pussy is shaven bare. Discarding the teasing phase, you dive right in, latching onto her clit and licking. You take a finger and immediately slide it into her tight hole, making her groan loudly in pleasure.

A second finger follows, and then she is rocking back and forth on your fingers as your tongue flicks her clit. Her moans increase in volume. Your fingers begin to move faster, thrusting in and out of her tight hole.

She lets out an ear-piercing scream and grabs your hair, holding your mouth tight against her clit. Suddenly the door to the bathroom bursts open, and there is your father holding the shotgun, fear in his eyes.

Sarah falls backward off the edge of the shower and lands with a loud thump at his feet. 

You stand, step over Sarah, grab the shotgun from your father's hand, and pull him out into the hallway, pulling the remnants of the door closed behind you.

"Dad, you shouldn't take people's weapons without asking," you say to him.

He looks down at you, then quickly looks away, averting his eyes. "I... I... I just saw it there when I got in, and... and then I heard these noises and..."

He can barely stammer out another word. You interrupt him, "Dad, it's not a big deal. Yes, you just saw me eating out my best friend. Yes, I'm standing in front of you naked right now. What really matters is that you need to go get your own shotgun, leave mine with me, and then we can decide what to do next. Got it?"

He tries to maintain eye contact with you.

"Got it, dad?"

"Yep. Yep. Got it!" He turns and rushes back down the stairs. You head into your room and grab two new sets of jeans and two new t shirts and then head back into the bathroom with Sarah.

"Get dressed. We have to go," you say to Sarah.

She smiles at you. "Anything you say, baby."

You laugh and pull on the jeans and the t-shirt, your body still wet from the shower and sex. Sarah calmly dries herself off before pulling on her clothing. Her shirt has the word "/bitch" emblazoned across the front. "Fitting?" she asks.

You give her a soft kiss on the lips and then lead her back downstairs. There, your dad is frantically pulling all of the food out of the fridge and throwing it into plastic bags. 

You walk over to the front door and look out the peephole. You cannot get a great field of view, but you do see someone slowly trudging down the street covered in blood. Not a good sign.

You rush back into the kitchen, where Sarah is helping your dad load food into another large plastic garbage bag. "Dad, it's time to go. There are fucking zombies outside!"

Dad looks up at you with surprise in his eyes. "The streets were clear when I got here, though. How are we going to get to the car?"

You laugh at him. "If we have to, we'll shoot our way to the car. C'mon, let's go."

You pull your dad to his feet and the three of you rush towards the front door. Suddenly you hear a crash from the back. You hear a window shatter.

Your dad pulls away from you. "It could be your mother coming in the back way!"

"Dad, stop!" you yell after him, but he rushes towards the back of the house.

"Wait here," you say to Sarah, who stands there, still without a gun, as you rush towards the back of the house. You hear a large crash as you come around the corner.

There is a massive zombie lumbering through the living room towards your father. He has frozen up and is simply standing there, staring.

"Bob? Bob, is that you?" your dad asks. You recognize your neighbour Bob now that your father has said the name, despite the large chunks of flesh falling from his teeth.

"Bob?" your dad asks.

Your shotgun blast sends your dad reeling. Bob's head has disappeared in a mist of brain matter.

"You... you shot Bob," your dad says slowly.

"Dad, do you understand the concept of zombies?"

Suddenly you hear a scream from Sarah. You rush back towards the front door and see her standing, her body pressed against the door as there are loud thumps against it from outside. 

"Out the back!" you yell to the two of them. The three of you rush towards the back door. Your dad throws open the back door and rushes outside.

Sarah follows him, and as you are just stepping over the back step you hear her shriek. A zombie has come out from the back hedge and has latched onto your father's arm. He throws the zombie, a young girl, off of him, a chunk of flesh going with her, and then finally pulls his trigger, leaving her with half a face.

"Fuck," he says. "Let's go," he calls and motions to the two of you.

You follow him back around to the front of the building.

There are five zombies banging on the front of your door.

Your dad opens fire immediately. Boom. Pump. Boom. Pump.

You rush towards the car with Sarah as your dad fires. You toss her the keys and then turn towards your dad. He has hit three of the zombies, but now he is scrambling to load more shells. You see blood pouring down the bite in his arm as he struggles.

You rush up beside him and fire, catching the next zombie in the chest and sending it falling backwards. Pump. You fire again, catching the final zombie in the face and sending it's body collapsing to the ground.

You grab your father, whose arm is bleeding profusely, and throw him into the back of the police car. "We're getting the fuck out of here!" you say to him as you jump into the passenger seat.

Sarah hits the gas and you peel out of the driveway. "Hit the sirens, babe," you tell her as you speed down the road. 

"To the highway, babe. It's time to get the fuck out of here," you say to Sarah. She nods and begins speeding down the road towards the highway.

Your father is moaning in pain in the back. The window separates the two of you. "Dad, there is a first aid kit in the back. Can you patch yourself up?"

"No... I can't... my... my arm," he says, grasping at his wound.

"Shouldn't you get out and help him?" Sarah asks you. "You can get in the backseat and bind the wound and then we can keep going." 

"No, we have to keep driving right now or we won't make it," you tell her.

With grim determination, Sarah keeps her foot on the gas. You continue to speed through the city. You see zombies rushing through the streets. There is gunfire everywhere, and cars sit abandoned at the side of the road. Nothing is burning, which should not be a surprise to you given zombies are unlikely to set fires.

There is still sporadic police chatter, telling of a losing battle between the cops and the zombies.

Your dad moans loudly from the back seat. "I need help... please! I need medical attention now!"

"Keep driving," you tell Sarah. "We can help him once we get out of the city."

You see the onramp up ahead. It is clogged with vehicles. 

"Hit the lights, Sarah. They'll move," you tell her. She hits the lights. The combination of the lights and the sirens makes the drivers in front of you pull over to the side of the road, barely creating a path for you. Canadians really are respectful of the law in any situation.

As you drive by them people look at you curiously: two attractive girls and a bleeding man in a cop car. It doesn't make a lot of sense.

You pull past the cars and onto the highway. The traffic is moving, albeit slowly. Now that you're on the highway there is nowhere for anyone to pull over to let you by, so Sarah kills the lights and the sirens and you plod forward.

Your father continues to moan from the back of the car.

"Keep moving, Sarah. We can't stop now," you tell her. She nods and keeps driving forward slowly.

Your dad continues to moan loudly. "Baby... daughter... please. You have to help me. You have to get me out of here. I'm bleeding to death back here. Please, darling."

Traffic stops. There is honking from behind you, but there is nothing anyone can do. Sarah looks in the rearview mirror. "Oh fuck," is all she says.

You look over your shoulder. You see a dark shape moving and smashing one of the cars well behind you. Then another. And another.

"Fuck. We have to fucking move," you say to Sarah.

"Get out of the car, Sarah. We have to go."

"Great... great... let me out of here now," your dad says to you. Sarah gets out of the car. You open your car door and then look back at your dad.

"Daddy... I love you daddy."

"No! Don't fucking leave me here! Don't leave me! I'm your father!"

"Daddy, I love you. And dad, you have your shotgun. I know you'll do the right thing, daddy."

"Don't you fucking leave me! Don't you fucking leave me!"

You close the door behind you. Tears are rolling down your face as you look at Sarah. She looks at you and brushes a tear from you face. "Now we run," she tells you.

The two of you take off down the street. People are piling out of their cars and running. You look back and see your dad thrashing and screaming in the back of the cop car.

The highway is filled with people, all running at top speed away from the zombies behind you. 

"Gotta move, baby. Gotta move fast," you say to Sarah as the two of you run down the highway. You can hear screams of pain from behind you, and screams from the zombies as well.

It must be the end of it for your dad by now. The two of you keep running at full speed, people packing the road and screaming and shouting. Some people remain in their cars, the doors locked in some ridiculous attempt at safety.

You look over your shoulder from time to time, but mostly you just run. The crowd remains thick, but it begins to thin out as the weak fall behind.

You come over a small rise and see a huge crowd milling about in front of a military checkpoint. This is why all of the cars are stopped.

You hear a man on a megaphone. "This is a quarantine zone. No one comes through here." There are no tanks, but there is a line of military trucks with soldiers standing, pointing rifles at the crowd.

"The zombies are almost here, we have to go for it. Push!" You begin screaming at the top of your lungs. The crowd begins to panic. They surge forward, and you surge forward with them.

The soldiers first try to hold people back, but then one soldier falls, and someone is scrambling past the line.

The first shot rings out and the runner falls. And then everyone is shooting. Your world erupts into fire, bullets, and screaming. You see more people get past the line and more people fall in a hail of bullets. You lose Sarah's hand as you continue to surge forward.

You see a woman fall to your left, and then a man fall to your right. And then when you look to your left again, the woman has risen, her eyes changing colour. You scream and continue running forward. You see the line of soldiers in front of you, some of them still shooting, some grappling with others.

You turn back from the line of soldiers, desperately searching for Sarah. You try to rush back into the ground but you can't. They are still surging forward, and there are zombies among you.

You see one grasping at your arm and you pull your trigger instinctively, taking its arm off at the shoulder. A man tries to grab for your shotgun. You're not sure if it's a man or a zombie, but you pump, pull the trigger, and then he's gone.

You see Sarah ahead of you. Blood is pouring from a wound in her leg.

"Sarah!" you shout.

She cries out for you.

While you have no way of knowing if the wound in her leg is from a bite or a bullet, you turn your back on Sarah.

You don't look back as you see her scream for your help. You dodge through the crowd, avoiding zombies and people alike. You arrive at the line of soldiers, and it's no longer a line. The soldiers have stopped fighting and are running. The civilians are running. And the zombies are chasing.

You see a soldier jumping into a truck and turning it on. A woman rushes forward and opens the passenger door. 

You grab the woman who is scrambling to get into the truck and throw her back onto the ground. You give her a kick in the ribs as you jump into the truck beside the soldier.

He looks at you with fear in his eyes, and you look at him with cold eyes. You point your shotgun calmly at his chest. "May I suggest you fucking drive, soldier boy? And may I also suggest that you don't stop for anything in our way?"

He swallows hard and nods. He hits the gas, spins the truck around, and goes ploughing through the crowd, soldier, zombie and civilian alike falling under his wheels.

And then you're free of the crowd and speeding down the highway in the large, slow truck. He looks at you and smiles. "Do, how'd I end up with such a hottie in my truck?"

"Guess you're just lucky. And alive. Keep driving, asshole." He grins and laughs.

The driver goes to turn on the military radio. As he's leaning down, the flap to the back of the truck opens and an arm reaches out, grabbing the driver. He swerves off the road, smashing through the barrier and into a ditch.

You are thrown forward towards the window.

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Your eyes open, blood pouring down your face. You hear a moan and look over to see a zombie trying to get out of the back of the truck and grab at the soldier.

You manage to raise your shotgun through the haze of blood in your eyes. You pull the trigger. And hear a click. You're out of shells. The zombie grabs at the soldier and sinks its teeth into his neck, making the soldier scream in pain.

You smash at the zombie's head with your shotgun, but you do not do enough damage to subdue it. It turns and looks at you, baring its bloody teeth.

You grab your pistol from the back of your jeans, pull it out, and pull the trigger. The zombie reels back. You look at the bleeding soldier and shrug.

You manage to get yourself out of the truck and crawl into the grass beside the highway. Your head continues to pour blood.

You feel that you are close to passing out. You see a number of figures rushing towards you. You wipe at your eyes, but you can barely see.

You raise your pistol and begin to fire blindly at the shapes. One of them drops.

The others fire.

You are thrown back into the grass by their bullets. The gun falls from your hand as you collapse onto your back.

You look up through the blood and see figures standing over you. Soldiers are looking down at you.

"Why the fuck did the bitch shoot us?"

"Who knows. Fucking craziness, man."

"Too bad, she was fucking hot."

"Well, might as well put one in her head so she doesn't come back and bite us, eh?"

You try to speak, but only bubbles of blood emerge. You see the barrel of a gun pointed at your face.

"This is the end," the soldier begins to sing softly. But you never hear the rest.

The End