Nathan Zachary: Zombie Spooner pt. 1

   I stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by zombies. My weapons were all either out of ammo or out of my reach. The creatures slowly crept towards me. I looked around for an escape point frantically, and found none. I was short of breath and starting to panic. As the zombies moved ever closer, I realized that I'd have to resort to hand to hand combat. I knew I wouldn't last long, there were way too many of them and hand to hand is one of the worst ideas to have when fighting a zombie. But, I'd rather go down fighting, thank you very much!
   I popped my neck as they shambled towards me. My arms moved into their fighting stance. The first zombie to get in range was swiftly taken down with a right hook. I turned to my left and uppercut the next one, sending it flying through the air. I noticed one behind me and elbowed it in the gut. Then I reached out to connect my foot with a zombie's face. I turned to the next one, but that's when one zombie grabbed my shoulder. I grabbed his hand and threw him over my should at a group of other zombies. I quickly did a 180 with the intention to pop the next one right in the temple.
   Unfortunately for me, it was closer than I expected. Its face was near centimeters from mine. It opened its jaw wide and shrieked. Its breath was rancid beyond belief. I tried to backstep away from it, but I bumped into another one. I turned my head just in time to see it close its mouth around the top of my shoulder. My eyes widened. And just then, in the blink of an eye, the zombie's mouth slammed shut.
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   My eyes snapped open at the sound of my alarm clock. My breathing was quick, but soon slowed down as I'd realized what had happened. I sighed, "Some nightmare," I said groggily. I yawned and sat up in my bed. I looked over and saw the woman I loved still lying next to me. She had yet to wake up. My mouth formed a warm, loving smile as I stared at her for another moment.
   I stretched and rose out of bed, scratching my butt and shutting off my alarm. Hey, she's not awake. It's not like she can see me do it. I thought. I chuckled slightly to myself as I exited the room and made my way to the bathroom. After performing the human's daily ritual of personal hygiene, I exited the bathroom and walked downstairs for breakfast.
   It was quite foggy outside, I could hardly see anything out the window. I shrugged it off and opened the cereal cabinet, pulling out a box. I poured myself a bowlful and turned around to get some milk from the fridge when I noticed something. My next door neighbor was standing in the middle of my living room.
   Confused, i walked over to him. "Hey man, what's going on?" I asked in a tone that was less of a greeting and more, "What the hell are you doing in my house?" As I closer, I realized that something wasn't quite right. It was definitely him, but he looked so...lifeless. He wasn't looking at me directly until I'd called out to him, and when he turned towards me, I saw the unthinkable. "My god, what happened to you!?" A large chunk of flesh was missing from his pale face. He groaned and started to walk towards me.
   I backed away slowly. Don't tell me this means what I think it means... My neighbor crept towards me slightly faster than before, move a bit faster than I was. I backed into the kitchen counter. Great...cornered. He shrieked loudly and grabbed me by my shoulders. He leaned in and tried to bite me, but I had put my hands on his shoulders and was doing my best to keep him away. He shook frantically as he repeatedly tried and failed to get his head closer to me, slamming me repeatedly into the counter. After one of the slams, I heard a loud CLANG on the counter beside me.
   Without looking, I reached over, grabbed the item and shoved it into the monster's eye, deep enough to reach to brain and take it out for good. I panted and threw his body to the ground with a huge thud. Now that the situation had calmed down, I had time to look at the weapon I had used to finish him off. It was a spoon. Did I really just kill a zombie with a spoon? I thought as I bent down and pulled it out of his eye socket.
   Just then, my wife came running down the stairs. "Nathan!? Are you alright? What's going on?" That's me: Nathan, Nathan Zachary.
   I subconsciously stuck the spoon in my pocket when she entered the room. "I'm fine, Caitlin, though I can't say the same for him." I pointed down at the zombie in front of me. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think zombies just became the a real thing."
   Caitlin whimpered a bit in fear, but was able to manage herself quite well. "W-What do we do?"
   "We do what they always do in movies. We go out, find survivors, work together, and live as long as we possibly can. We'll need to take weapons." We looked around the house for things to use as weapons. For myself, I grabbed a tall-ish, metal flagpole that we never got around to buying the flag for, and for Caitlin, we found a good sized frying pan.
   We walked to the front door and looked outside. It was hard to tell from all the fog, but I could faintly see some zombies out there. "This won't be easy, there's quite a few of them out there. We gotta go though. You ready?" I asked. She nodded at me, hands shaking a bit. I nodded back. "Alright, here we go!" I opened the front door.