Saw 3

Life's taken a real nosedive, hasn't it? Never saw this mess comin', but lookin' back, maybe I should've. Hindsight, eh? Anyway, where were we? Oh, right, the bloody zombie apocalypse.

So, Soni and I hatch this half-baked plan to get some food. Figured I'd distract those undead wankers while she nabs the car. I don't trust her drivin' me precious Soni, but desperate times, yeah? We waited till the first light of dawn, hopin' those brain munchers might be a bit slower after a night's huntin'.

The plan was simple. I'd make a racket, lead the zombies away, and Soni'd sneak 'round, hop in the car, and we'd leg it to the supermarket. What could go wrong, right?

At the crack of dawn, I geared up – grabbed me trusty bat, the one I'd used to knock some sense into a few hooligans back in the day. Stepped outside, heart poundin' like a sledgehammer, tryin' to keep me wits about me. Saw the first zombie shufflin' about, lookin' lost. Took a deep breath, then whacked a metal bin lid with the bat, makin' a noise loud enough to wake the dead—literally.

The buggers turned their heads, groanin' and staggerin' towards me. I backed away, drawin' them off the driveway, hopin' Soni was ready. She was, waitin' for the perfect moment. I could see her out the corner of my eye, slippin' towards the car like a cat burglar.

Then, disaster struck. One of the zombies, must've been quicker or smarter, suddenly veered off, headin' straight for Soni. I yelled, "Soni, watch out!" but it was too late. She froze, deer in the headlights. Had to think fast. Ran towards her, swingin' the bat with all I had, catchin' the zombie's head in a home run swing. Sent it flyin', but now we had the whole horde's attention.

"Get in the car, now!" I shouted, swingin' the bat at anything that moved. Soni fumbled with the keys, hands shakin' like a leaf, but finally got the door open. She jumped in, engine roarin' to life. I bashed another zombie's skull in, then dove into the passenger seat, slamming the door behind me.

"Go, go, go!" I yelled, and she floored it, tires screechin' as we tore outta there, leavin' a trail of the undead in our wake. Heart poundin', adrenaline pumpin', we sped through the deserted streets, headin' for the supermarket.

We pulled into the parkin' lot, breathin' hard, hearts still racin'. The place looked deserted, but who knew what might be lurkin' inside? We took a moment to catch our breath, then nodded to each other. "Let's do this," I said, grabbin' the bat.

Inside, it was like a scene from a nightmare. Shelves overturned, food scattered everywhere. No sign of life—or unlife—just eerie silence. We moved quickly, grabbin' whatever we could find—canned goods, bottled water, anything that might keep us alive a bit longer.

Suddenly, a crash echoed through the aisles. I spun 'round, bat at the ready, and saw a zombie, half-decayed, lurchin' towards us. "Soni, get behind me!" I yelled, swingin' the bat and takin' the thing down with a sickening crunch.

But the bloody noise had drawn more of 'em. We could hear 'em comin', the groans gettin' louder and louder. "We need to get the hell out, now!" Soni screamed, panickin' like a right muppet. We grabbed whatever we could carry and legged it, crashin' through the back door.

We were on foot now, runnin' like mad. Had to find the nearest house, but couldn't. The zombies were still on our arses. Ended up barging into a building, and wouldn't you know it, it was me bloody workplace, Cybersecurity Guardian. "F---," I thought, "why this shithole of all places?"

Inside, not many people, but they looked starved, like they hadn't had a bite in days. Gotta say, it gave me a bit of twisted pleasure, seein' the bastards who made me suffer, sufferin' themselves. Soon as we arrived, they started beggin' for food. Much as I enjoyed seein' 'em grovel, I tried givin' 'em something. But Soni wasn't havin' it, sayin' they could get it themselves. Didn't like that one bit, but I went along with it. Still, she had no right. It was me who risked his neck to get us the damn car.

We parked our arses at the back, right where I used to sit in this sodding dump. Recognized it straight off. We had to figure out how to get back home, but bugger me if we had any idea how. Then in strolls the one person I loathe more than the boss—Matilda. The most arrogant twat in the whole bloody office. Everyone hated her guts, even the boss, but he couldn't give her the boot 'cause she was the only reason the company wasn't down the shitter.

"Chuck, I thought you were a better person," she sneers, dripping with that trademark arrogance. Made me want to throttle her right then and there. She didn't lift a finger when I got canned, and now she's acting all high and mighty. Time for these wankers to start showing some bloody respect for Chuck Huggins!

"Listen here, Matilda," I spat, barely containing my rage. "I don't need your bloody lectures. You think you're better than me just 'cause you're still sittin' pretty in your office chair while the world's gone to shite? You're no better than any of us."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes like she always did. "Please, Chuck. I'm just trying to survive like everyone else. And if you had any sense, you'd realize we're better off sticking together."

I laughed bitterly. "Sticking together? You mean you want me to share the food we risked our necks for with you lot? Fat chance, Matilda. You've always been out for yourself, and now that the world's gone mad, you think we're all suddenly a big happy family? Bollocks."

Matilda's expression hardened, and she took a step closer, her voice low and dangerous. "You listen to me, Chuck. You may be a stubborn git, but you're not stupid. You know damn well we need to work together if we're gonna survive this. So either you share that food, or we'll take it from you. Your choice."

I narrowed my eyes at her, not about to back down to this snooty bird. "You think you can threaten me, Matilda? You think I'm scared of you?" I chuckled, but inside, I was fuming. Who the bloody hell does she think she is?

She smirked, crossing her arms like she owned the place. "I don't need to threaten you, Chuck. You know I've got the upper hand here. So why don't you do yourself a favor and hand over the food before things get ugly?"

I clenched my fists, feeling the rage boilin' up inside me. But then, Soni stepped in, surprising me yet again. "Alright, alright, calm down, Chuck," she said, giving me a look that said 'don't do anything stupid.'

I took a deep breath, tryin' to keep me cool. "Fine," I grumbled, grabbin' a couple cans of beans and chuckin' 'em over to Matilda. "Take it and bugger off."

Matilda smirked, grabbin' the cans like they were bloody gold. "Thanks, Chuck. You won't regret this," she said, turnin' on her heel and struttin' off like she owned the place.

I watched her go, feelin' like a right fool. But Soni put a hand on my shoulder, givin' me a sympathetic look. "It's alright, Chuck. We've got each other, yeah?" she said, tryin' to cheer me up.

I managed a weak smile, knowin' she was right. "Yeah, Soni. We've got each other."

But deep down, I couldn't shake the feelin' that things were only gonna get worse from here on out. Bloody hell, what a mess. But one thing's for sure—I wasn't gonna let anyone, not even Matilda, push me around. Not in this bloody apocalypse.