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Zombie Nation
A Short, Short Story
By Mark Bogner
Preface:
This was written on a whim, one day. I had nothing better to do on a lunch break, so I started typing away. When I originally wrote this, as with many… ok, all of my stories, I wrote it for most of my friends online, and I posted them in the miscellaneous blogs of entertainment that make up my profile.
My parents often told me I watched too much television as a kid… I think they were right.
Acknowledgements:
As Always, I’d like to thank my wife… once again, I’m taking up the valuable time that was given to us for a reason…. Thanks for putting up with me… as per usual. <3
I’d like to thank my friends for letting me use you as characters in my story.
I’d like to thank my daughter for being in the story too…. Daddy loves you - no matter how old you get (Today in 2025, she’s currently 31, and she will probably not like me for revealing that to the masses).
Finally, I’d like to thank the zombies for letting my pick on you and kill you in the story…. Thanks for not feasting on my brains.
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Zombie Nation:
Saturday, November 18th 2006
3:20 AM:
This morning was a bitch. The dog woke me up with a full growl and barking at something outside. I heard many guttural sounds, sort of a moaning, if you will. I also heard scratching sounds coming from the front of the house. I told my wife to stay still and get on the floor while I checked out the strange noises.
I grabbed the closest thing I could find, just in case. It just happened to be one of my signed baseball bats that I have hanging on the wall for decoration, and cautiously walked out to the living room, pausing at the corner of the hallway to peek out the window without being seen by whatever was out there.
I noticed a strange figure in the window, peeking in and more coming toward the house. This wasn’t going to be a good thing. The moans were getting louder, meaning, they were getting closer.
I was wondering what the hell was going on. This was something that I’ve only seen in the movies. Someone had to have been messing with me. Who did I piss off to warrant this?
I got down on all fours and crawled to the front door so as not to be noticed so much. I reached the front door and reached up for the switch to turn on the outside flood lights in hopes of frightening away the mischievous folk outside, lurking in the dark. Fumbling around for a moment I found it and turned it on.
What I saw at that moment, I would never forget. This was something definitely out of the movies, and they were trying to get in. I reached back up and turned the light off.
My wife poked her head around the corner and whispered, “Well…?”
To which I replied, “Go back to bed.”
6:40 AM Sunrise:
There weren’t so many, now. From what I could see, many of them had wandered off to other areas of the neighborhood. Only one or two remained near the house as far as I could tell. What the hell was happening out there? I crawled over to the window from my stationary position by the door to the window for a better look.
I poked my head up; eyes just above the sill, to take a peek outside. There was one about fifteen feet from the house that I could see, and I could hear another just outside my daughter’s room.
“*- OH GOD! -*”
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