The weather forecast called for snow so God and everyone went to Wal-Mart to stock up on milk and bread I think it's a law or something here in Alabama that when snow is mentioned everyone is to report immediately to the local Wal-Mart and panic.
I had forgotten about the snow scare and went to get a six pack and some beef jerky. I had been standing in line for almost ten minutes cursing under my breath. I was just about to set my stuff down and head to the Pop N Out when it happened.
There was a bright flash of light and the store shook and the power blinked out. I sat my stuff down and headed for the door. Everyone started to panic and go crazy. I walked quickly out and saw the problem. There was a huge wreck on the interstate in front of the Wally World.
A a gas tanker had crashed into the overpass and blown up. The overpass had a hole blown in it and a few cars hadn't been able to stop and fell through it into the gasoline hell below.
"Shit, fuck, shit!" I was stuck in fuckin' Wal-Mart until someone could clear this crap up. Damn it to blood gushing pus spewing hell all these panic stricken ass holes and me. I went back into the store at least I couldn't smell the burning gas and flesh in there as bad.
Thankfully the emergency generators had kicked on and the lights were back on. The store manger was on the squwak box telling everyone to remain calm that everything would be okay.
I went to the book section and picked out the latest Joe R. Lansdale and plopped down on a bench by the main doors.
The police and fire departments had made it to the scene I sat there and watched them deal with it. I heard the shots and looked back up. There was a cop being tackled to the ground by flaming husks of people. There were mangled people attacking all cops and firefighters everywhere.
I ran to find a manager we needed to lock the doors and quick.
The manager came back with me and saw the carnage unfolding in his parking lot. The cops and firefighters were trying to retreat but the horde kept coming. The cops were running out of ammo and the firefighters were able to keep some of them back with the water from their hoses but there were just too many.
Some of the police broke rank and ran toward the store. The horde over came them and dog piled them. The manager got on his walkie and ordered all employees to lock all doors. I looked back and saw that where the cops and been taken down there was nothing left but some bloody rags that had once been their uniforms. The creatures had taken the cops bones and were snapping them open and sucking out the marrow. I looked back and saw that the same thing had happened to the firefighters. The fire hose was spraying around wildly. I could here more sirens in the distance.
I started to walk back to the sporting goods section. "Holy shit I thought to myself it's zombies."As big a zombie fan as I was I always knew that they weren't real, never would be real and here I was about to go head to undead head with them.
The gun counter was deserted I walked around and looked for some a key. I couldn't find one. I went and got the universal key aka Mr. Crowbar and busted the glass I took for myself a Remington .870 12 gauge shot gun and a Ruger 10/22 .22 rifle. I busted open the ammo cabinet and grabbed a few boxes of shells when I realized I might need more than I could carry with just my hands and pockets so I loaded my shot gun and went to find a back pack and some shoulder strap. I quickly found a pack, a couple of straps, and a couple of bandoliers for the shot gun shells. When I got back to the gun counter I was surprised to find that no one else had had the same idea. I sat down and began loading the .22 and filling up the pack and bandoliers with extra rounds. I decided I needed to find a scope for my .22 and stood up to look for one when I heard a voice. "Hey man if you don't mind could you hand me one of them shot guns?" I grabbed the other .870 and turned around. There was a Marine in his dress blues standing there smiling at me. I quickly handed him the shot gun and said "My name's John Presley. What's yours and thanks for the help." He smiled and took the shot gun and said his name was Sgt. Ian Armstrong.
He told me that things had gone from bad to worse up front. The second wave of police, firefighters, and paramedics had fallen to the creatures and it was a total charlie foxtrot out there. He said some of the first responders who hadn't been to badly mangled in the attack had gotten up and joined the creatures. I told him I thought the creatures were zombies even though I didn't believe what I was saying myself. He agreed. He told me that most of the shoppers were up front just watching what was going on outside he side a few people had gone into shock but for the most part everything was going as well as it could be up front. Then we heard the moan.
To be Continued
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