He never wanted to be a leader. It was initially a role he was forced into during those first few weeks. Now everyone looked up to him and he just went with it.
Their little community had managed to survive since the zombie apocalypse had started, although at times it had been pretty dismal. He had been born as Chris, but no-one really cared what your birth name was anymore, whatever you wanted to be called was what stuck. Once in a while, you may have crossed paths with an old friend or acquaintance, but never long enough that it caused confusion. He now called himself Bob.
They had moved into an old army base on the outskirts of a small town and had laid traps and all sorts of deterrents to keep away anyone the didn’t want there, including the zombies.
“Can you please just get out there now and replace the mines that blew up last night Fang?”
“But boss, I did it yesterday and…”
“I don’t give a shit Fang,” Bob screamed, interrupting Fang, “if you really want to piss me off, don’t do it, but just know that by the end of the day, you will be out there on your own. I have half the people working on the south wall repairs from yesterday’s attack and a lot of others have gone out looking for supplies. You are the only one left that knows what to do, so must I ask again?”
With that, Fang left for the armoury and Bob was left standing by himself. He looked around the base and was satisfied with what had been created by his people. And by him of course. The fences had been replaced by walls, although covering a much smaller area and at regular intervals, turrets projected from the wall which made defending the base a lot easier. The top of the wall had a homemade electric barbed wire fence. In the middle of the base was their armoury and it also doubled as a final retreat point.
The base could hold up to 300 people at capacity, but as it stood right then, there were only 132 people living there. 43 men, 56 women and 35 children. These people came from as far as 200 kilometres away, some used to live one or two kilometres away from the base. He live a few towns away and had been one of the first to find this place.
Everyone had their specific tasks to perform and they had pretty much everything covered, including two doctors and a mechanic, as well as at least twenty people with military training. Things had come together pretty well for this band of unlikely survivors.
In the distance, he could see Candy was approaching him with purpose. The two of them had formed a relationship of sorts in the past months. She seemed quite pissed off right now though. “What the fuck Bob?” she screamed at him when she was in shouting distance.
“What’s up Candy? You seem a bit…. angry.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about you piece of shit. I could just…” she paused and moved in to slap him.
Bob managed to duck away and grabbed her arm, gently restraining her. “Calm down baby!”
“Let me go Bob, I’m fucking pissed at you. Why the hell did you send my brother with that fucker, Howie? You know they’re gonna kill each other one day.”
Before he could answer, he noticed a vehicle approaching on the horizon. It seemed Howie and D-Boy, Candy’s brother, were returning with the others he had sent out for supplies. Pointing towards them, he told Candy, “Well let’s go see if they did.”
It wasn’t easy leading, but he knew he could do it, there was no-one else he trusted to lead them.
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Growing up, I loved the stories my mom would read to me and eventually when I could read myself, I would lose myself in the worlds that were created by the likes of Roald Dahl. Don’t ask me how old I was or any such silly thing, but it was from really young. I remember her fondly telling friends and family the story of how I liked books and stories from young and was a regular at the library. Then she’d say that when she took me to a bookstore for the first time to get a book, I couldn’t grasp the concept of buying only one book. I can’t remember what book I got, but it would be the first of many, many books that I would own. I have to thank my mom for getting me hooked on the written word.
I never showed much interest in writing anything until my early high school years at Queens College. There I met Mr… *checks high school year book*… Mr Cleary, my high school English teacher (Standard 8 I think), who somehow ignited a spark of creativity in me and I began to explore writing. My one school project involved writing a short story and I wrote one about a post-nuclear world. It was my first work (about 50 pages, but it may just be my memory exaggerating a bit though.) I remember lending it out for people to read, since I got a 80+% (possibility of memory exaggeration again) which I was pretty proud of and I just never got it back, which is a bit upsetting.
I was also in detention (headmaster’s detention *sigh*) a LOT that year, oh how many grey hairs did I give Mr. Harker (sorry Sir! 🙂 ), I admit that I was a completely naughty shit! During these long afternoons spent in an empty classroom, my mind wandered a hell of a lot. Since my homework only took an hour or two at most, the rest of the detention (yes it was the whole afternoon) and night homework sessions (can’t recall what they’re called now :/) left me with a lot of free time, and I had to make it look like I was doing something. I wrote a lot of stories and poetry, but besides my short story, never shared any of it. I lost those stories, poetry, etc years ago and kinda regret it now, because some of best writing (memory exaggeration alert!) was during this year.
The next year we moved to Port Elizabeth and I somehow felt the need to try be one of the cool and/or popular kids. Well that didn’t work out at all since I kinda realised the cool/popular kids were pretty screwed up people and soon I just settled into my old self again, I became my geeky self again and met some of my awesome friends (Alex, Stephen, Gareth, Craig, etc, you know who you all are :P)
I didn’t get back into my writing though. My creativity had buried itself pretty deep. It wasn’t until I started working, that my creativity started to show itself again. Slowly, very slowly. During my time as an armed response officer, I had plenty of time during night shifts where I would sit at my stand-off point, just waiting for the next alarm activation, burglary or worse to happen. It was during these long quiet nights that I would start reading regularly again; I was reading about 10 books a week at this stage.
When my dad passed away 5 years ago, I had feelings and emotions that I was holding in. I showed the world a brave, calm face, but inside my head was a disaster area. I started writing a bit again to get it all out. Nothing major, just the equivalent of doodling. It got me through though. Then I got promoted to Area Manager and I never had the time to write and my creativity dug itself a shallow grave this time round.
When I transferred to IT a few years later, I met my “boss”, Tyrone, and when he met his current fiancé, Nadine, little did I know that my creativity would start digging it’s way out eventually. Nadine started something called The Poetry Project and asked for poetry to be submitted, which is matched up with a photograph; a marriage of sorts between written and visual media – check it out here). I started writing some poetry and even submitted those I was willing to.
Through that I found out about a writers club, The Tequila Thursday Writers Club, which she was starting, and that leads us to the present.
So to answer simply, I write because it is who I am. It got me through my dad’s death, it kept me (in)sane in detention during school and is one of the ways I show the world who I am. I don’t know if I’m a good writer or if I’ll ever get published, but I do it because I enjoy it, the rest of the world be damned. My paranoia and self-esteem issues keep me from ever accepting compliments on things that I’ve written, although it does keep me writing, which is good enough I suppose.
Speechless. Now that was an understatement. Months of being alone had it’s toll on him and it was almost as if he had forgotten how to speak. All that came out was gibberish. Eventually one word escaped his mouth: “How?”
“I know you never used to speak much little brother, but this is an all new low for you. Not even a hello or a how are you. I have to say that I’m quite surprised to see you and I know the feeling is mutual. It must be in the genes. We’re survivors, that’s for sure.”
“I can’t believe its you Karen, I even wen’t to your house a few weeks after Z-Day-”
“Z-Day, that’s what I call the first day of the outbreak and uprising.”
“Kind’ve catchy, I have to say. You always were pretty creative. Pity it doesn’t mean much right here and now in this new world,” she said while moving towards the open doorway into the cabin.
“On the contrary sis, it’s probably my creative streak that got me out of quite a few close-calls. That and the fact that I’m practically a walking encyclopedia of the undead.” he said turning his attention to the scrawny teenager holding the shotgun. They had now moved into the cabin and sat down in the lounge where they had spent many a holiday as kids.
He carried on, “What happened to your family and who is this?
“Oh that’s Alex. He was my neighbour’s son. His parents were killed during the first week. We had escaped the initial attacks but one night while we were hiding in the city, we got surrounded and barely managed to escape. Somehow during the escape they got scratched though and within the day, had started turning. We had to kill them. Of the original group that had escaped, only the two of us were left after a month. Eight people gone, just like that including my family. I know it’s not much considering the possible billions dead since, but I didn’t know them. It still hurts like hell having lost them, but I’d rather not talk about it.” Tears were appearing.
Alex stood still the entire time, not saying a word. He had a sadness in his eyes. It was clear that he was still grieving in his own way.
“I’m really sorry sis, it must be tough. If you ever feel like talking about it, I’m here, but lets not talk about it now,” he said and gave his sister a big hug.
After they had finished, she carried on, “The saddest part of all is that ever since that day his parents were killed, he has not said a word. He was such a happy boy before… what did you call it? Z-Day. The only way he expresses himself anymore is by taking it out on the zombies. And he does that extremely well. I am not sure where he learnt to kill the way he does, but I have a feeling it’s a rage that has built up inside of him. I wish he would speak sometimes, but we all have our own way of dealing.”
“Must be kinda difficult I suppose. But you are definitely right, I think it must be his way of handling things. I have to ask though, how long have you been here? The place looks a lot neater than I thought it would be. It’s been years since I’ve been back here.”
“It’s been just short of a month. This place is out of the way if nothing else. We’ve had a few people find their way here but they never stayed long. We gave them food, they rested and then moved on. It was worthwhile though because being stuck out here, you tend to lose touch with what is going on.”
“My dearest sister, you don’t need to be in the middle of nowhere to lose touch. I barely know what is happening myself; only what I’ve seen with my own eyes. I’ve kept to myself ever since I was almost killed by a fellow survivor in the first couple of weeks. The collapse of civilisation has changed people.”
“Well then I don’t suppose you’ve heard about the supposed zombie army then?”
“Zombie army. The last people that came through here had barely escaped an attack on their group. They told us about an army of zombies heading this way. At first I didn’t believe them, but then they told us how they deliberately left some people alive… if that’s what you can call it ad seem to have a greater purpose. Besides eating human flesh of course”
“That’s not possible, zombies can’t think. They basically operate on instinct alone.”
“That’s what I said, but it wasn’t the only rumour I heard about them. If it is true, we can’t stay here either, because they’re heading straight for us. And I certainly don’t want to be here when they come. I don’t think army is exactly the right word, but I believe there are about fifty or more in total. You’re lucky you came along when you did, by this time tomorrow we were going to be out on the road again. Care to join us?”
Our hero sat and thought about it for a while. He had to admit that it would be nice to have some company for a change, but he really didn’t feel like having to watch other people’s backs. It was difficult enough taking care of himself. His thoughts were interrupted by Alex.
“Please help us.”
If our hero was dumbfounded by the boys words, then his sister, Karen, was even more so. Alex had spoken his first words in months. How could he say no to something like that. Tomorrow they would leave, together. Our hero would no longer be alone.
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You sure you wanna do this? Don’t say I didn’t warn you that it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.
1) First off, you should know that you am completely obsessed with zombies; You do have a zombie bite tattoo on your shoulder after all. I mean who does that? Oh right, you have… never mind. People may refer to you as Zombie Boy occasionally.
2) Next up is your CDO. No I don’t mean OCD, I really do mean CDO. See below. From making sure that your cellphone is in your right hand side pocket, to making sure the DVD collection is either colour coded, alphabetically sorted or organised in a specific way that takes your fancy on the day, it’s just one of those things that make me who I am…
3) As if that isn’t bad enough, you have extremely bad short term memory and are very easily distracted. This isn’t very helpful in day-to-day activities. This is also probably why you sometimes end up eating at 9pm in the evening or never getting to that cup of coffee you were going to make an hour ago. Or why people get annoyed at you for forgetting to do stuff for them.
4) You love cooking, but sometimes get a bit too experimental for your own good… especially with your chillies and peppers. Avoid baking at all costs, you really do suck at that, because you refuse to follow recipes and measurements. This is also the one possible exception to your CDO. Granted, being a guy that is able to cook is awesome, since I read somewhere that the average guy only learns how to make four meals in their lifetime, and you have created (from scratch) that many already.
5) You are a romantic at heart although it is not always obvious. Embrace it, your girlfriend hopefully loves the little gestures and it can’t cause any harm, unless it gets a bit overboard that is… then you’re just being a stalker! Some flowers from your garden once in a while, a massage here and there, have a nice home-cooked meal by candlelight, that’s what it’s all about.
6) You are quite shy at first, but I think people wish you would shut the hell up when they get to know you. When getting involved in conversations with people, you need to constantly remind yourself not to interrupt them while they’re talking. I know you want to get your point across, but that won’t happen if you piss them off!
7) Your musical tastes don’t make any sense, just go with it. If you enjoy a song, you will feel compelled to go download the entire album or even buy the CD. This keeps you sane and your CDO in check, so again I say, just go with it.
8 ) Although not as bad as it used be, you are kinda bad with money. Stop buying crap you don’t use or need. I know it’s tempting to go buy that new game/CD/DVD/gadget/etm but you will probably end up regretting having bought it after the fact. Put it off and if in a few months time, you still feel compelled to buy it, then still don’t buy it until you can afford to buy it with cash money. Credit is the devil!
9) You also need to make sure you keep up with the whole healthier lifestyle thing. You’ve done quite well to lose the 15kg you did since last year. I know it’s tempting to just go back to eating crap, but trust me you don’t want to, people have started to notice you are looking healthier.
10) You are a bit lazy, but at times you just need to force yourself to do the chores and tasks you tend to ignore. They are not going to go away, no matter how much you wish they would.
11) Paranoia… it is not your friend. Stop second guessing every decision, not everything will end badly. You need to just put yourself out there. Sometimes it may not work out the way you wanted, but at least you won’t be left wondering what could have happened.
12) You tend to get bored quickly and frustrated when things aren’t going as planned. Maybe this has something to do with the CDO and short attention span, but regardless, just remind yourself that you need to stick with it. You started doing it for a reason (probably), just keep reminding yourself of that reason.
13) You also cannot stand still or sit still or do anything without moving some part of your body. When speaking on a cellphone, you will most likely also wonder around like a crazy person, pacing up and down. Even if you tell yourself to stop, it probably won’t work. Your body moves and does it’s own thing regardless of what your brain tells it to do.
There are probably also a whole bunch of other quirks that you don’t even know about, but you should figure them out pretty soon. Possibly your obsession with the number 13 could be included, but let’s not even go there.
I would wish you luck, but that probably won’t be enough, so just deal with it.
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