Being a Zombie

After dozens of Zombie movies, everybody probably has an idea what they would do in the case of an apocalypse. Braxton also had some grant visions of surviving in the apocalyptic world and scavenging for survival.

He knew that this was a stupid and romanticized image of how it would be. But it was one of the few fun parts that helped him escape his boring everyday life.

it was a normal morning like always. His alarm clock rang and he woke up like any other day. His body felt a little numb and stiff, but he didn't think much of it. He had terrible flu for the last few days, so it wasn't unexpected.

He needed to get to work today, so he started his day off with a shower and getting dressed. When Braxton looked in the mirror he saw no difference. A pair of dead eyes stuck in a waxy pale face.

If he could he would just stay in bed but he needed money to pay the rent. With a sigh, he looked at his small untidy flat and left. Braxton didn't feel hungry, but he knew not eating anything in the morning was not good.

Fast food it was again. Just getting something quick from the next food truck around the corner would need to suffice.

Ah, how unlucky, his landlord left at the same time as him. He was an older man on the smaller side. His height roughly equaled his width and he persistently refused to wear actual clothes. he would always go round in his boxers and a slightly too small undershirt.

Although the hair had a hard time growing on his head, it was flourishing on the man's big round belly. The shirt didn't have any chance to fight back and his big, hairy belly button would always peak out to scar the world with its existence.

"Hello, Mr. Sawa- Wait! What are you doing!? Stop it, even if I am behind on the rent, you can't just attack people!"

His landlord had suddenly started attacking him like a wild beast. Having an angry old man trying to hit him because Braxton owed him money, was one thing. Having said man suddenly jump at you and bite your wrist was totally different!

Braxton felt the toothless man's gum rub and press on his wrist and it was slathered in old man spit. For a moment he couldn't decide whether he should punch the man and vomit in his face. the final decision was both.

He successfully failed. unexpectedly his fist inverted the crazy man's face and catapulted him through the opposite front door before his puke could hit the man's face.

This was the point when Braxton noticed that there might be something wrong. Was Mr. Sawakis always this light or had he gained superpowers?

"Mr. Sawakis?" Braxton asked as he stepped through the smashed-in front door. His landlord who should have been laying on the ground was gone.

"Growl!" he heard an animalistic sound from above. Like in a horror game, Mr. Sawakis, the small, stocky man, was hanging from the ceiling with his hand and feet clawing into the structure.

"What the f-!" he screamed and tried to dodge as the horror landlord launched at him from above. The hair belly button was coming for his face and Braxton reacted instinctively.

He swiped with his arm to the side and as if hit with a tremendous force, his landlord was launched through the brick wall of the room.

Breathing quickly he looked shocked at the man buried in the rubble. he couldn't help but look at his hands. He definitely had gained superpowers, but what happened to Mr. Sawakis?

A growl from the rubble made him realize that this was not over! Just the thought of having this... thing jump at him again gave him goosebumps. When whatever Mr.Sawakis had become tried to stand up it was greeted by a fist that smacked it back down.

He would not allow this man to cover him in his spittle again!

"Please stay down, Mr. Sawakis. I really don't want to - No you don't!"

He had only looked away for a second and the stocky man thing tried to move backward and up the wall, all twisted like a fucking crab. Braxton picked up half a brick from the rubble and threw it at the cursed thing.

Thrown with his full force, the piece of brick penetrated Mr. Sawakis head and the thing finally fell limp on the ground.

"Oh no!"

Now had done it! His first day as a superhero and he had already killed someone. Weirdly enough he did not feel too different. Sure, he never liked his landlord, but not enough to feel nothing after accidentally killing him.

He would have thought that he would feel more... but he was only afraid of being found by the police. he could be sentenced for murder and then? Would the government do experiments on him to create super soldiers from his DNA?

No, this didn't matter right now. if he didn't want to cause suspicion he needed to get to work now! he would be the prime suspect if his landlord died and he didn't come to work on the same day. He could play clueless if the police asked later on!

Braxton hurriedly got on his way to work. On his way down the staircase, he thought about what just happened. it wasn't his fault, yeah. just what the hell had happened to Mr. Sawakis? had he also awakened a superpower? Just that his made him super aggressive and creepy?

Here and there he saw blood on the steps and in front of doors, but this was nothing out of the ordinary. maybe someone got into a fight and bled on his way up. This wasn't the best area so it happened regularly.

At the front door, he fiddled with his keys to unlock it and finally stepped out on the street. And then quickly stepped back in and closed the door.

Everything finally fell into place. Outside was hell. more hell than usually. Stuck and broken cars, the streets covered in blood, and people ripping and feasting on corpses like a pack of wild animals.

It was a Zombie Apocalypse. A real one!

He quickly ran up the stairs. Wow, he had never been that quick before and he was not even out of breath. back in his room, he rummaged around and found his weapons of choice. They were two rockhammer geologists and archeologists usually used. With a hammerhead on one side and a mean spike on the other, they were like one-handed pickaxes.

Mr. Sawakis had only stopped moving once his head was crushed. if he was a zombie, that meant that the "skull crushing" should work on these zombies just like in most movies. These two babies, together with his increased physical strength would make short work of these monsters.

His next step was not running out there and getting rid of anything in his way. He sat down and booted his computer. First, he needed to check for information. How was the infrastructure? Was there any news on the disease or whatever had turned these people?

Braxton wanted to do it the right way but, nothing. The internet was dead and there was nothing on TV. The radio was his last hope. He switched through the sender and really found one but it had a lot of static.

It talked about and evacuation point of the army somewhere southwest outside the city. it also mentioned the outbreak and the date.

Confused Braxton checked his phone. The battery was almost dead but he could still see the date. Shocked he had to sit down on his bed. According to the date he had "slept" for almost two weeks!

It's been 10 days since the outbreak the radio broadcast mentioned and three days since the date for the last evacuation. he was stranded in zombie land.

but even worse, 14 days in bed were impossible for a human. Did this mean he... died?

Then this meant he was also a Zombie. it was the only possible conclusion.

Everything fell in place. His increased strength, and stamina, that his body felt slightly numb and stiff. he must have died from the flu or maybe it had not been flu at all.

He stared down at his pale hands and kept opening and closing them.

"Nice."