Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

[PlayfulLittle1]

LOL, you're sweet.

I'll be in the armory. Time to reload more 5.7x28 for my favorite pistol. So, if you pass by, look in, and see me hunched over those dies and the press, check to see if I'm awake. I tend to forget the time and stay there reloading for hours.

Can I come with? I promise to stay out of the way. I'm good at running and getting things. I used to do it in the garage all the time when I was a little girl. Just sayin'.

But if you think I'll just cause trouble I'll stay up here.

 

[Chaingun]

Can I come with? I promise to stay out of the way. I'm good at running and getting things. I used to do it in the garage all the time when I was a little girl. Just sayin'.

But if you think I'll just cause trouble I'll stay up here.

You're more than welcome. Absolutely.

Bring some of your pillows and blankies. You can build another little nesting place...

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

You're more than welcome. Absolutely.

Bring some of your pillows and blankies. You can build another little nesting place...

*giggles* I'll end up with nests all over. It'll look like you have a kitten infestation!

 

[Chaingun]

*giggles* I'll end up with nests all over. It'll look like you have a kitten infestation!

There is nothing wrong with that.

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

There is nothing wrong with that.

Ooooooh, so much wrong with that.

Believe me when I tell you that one of me is more than enough.

 

[Ellafun]

*hic*

I'll just be down here, drinking alone tonight...

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

With a stretch and a yawn my eyelids flutter. Still in the armory. No sign of Dave. He must have tucked me in on his way out when he got too tired to work anymore. Thankfully the blankets did a good job of staving off the chill, the armory isn't the coziest room in the bunker. And the smell of it, while not entirely unpleasant, makes for odd dreams.

Well, off to the kitchen. Kitten has a recipe she wants to try. I'm not the best cook the bunker has seen, but I might be the most unconventional. And definitely the messiest. So if I've a hope of cleaning up the mess from breakfast before starting lunch, I'd better get a move on.

Time to wake this place up.

Now where's that apron? Frying bacon is no fun while naked...

 

[Chaingun]

I've climbed a tree about a quarter mile from the bunker. There's something in the air--a feeling I can't describe. There's trouble afoot.

The walkers have been quiet lately. Well, they've been as quiet as a shambling, moaning, rotting former human can be. They stumble, shamble, and sashay across the fields, trip in the irrigation ditches, get caught on the barbed wire, and fall into the moat of Rumpleminz peppermint schnapps.

They all die. If the traps and tricks on the outside don't get them, the deadly residents inside take care of them. Their only strength is their lack of fear, their sheer numbers, and their inability to feel pain.

But there are other dangers to consider. The living can be just as insidious. Difficult to detect. Unpredictable...

Not all who still breathe and speak are friends.

So, I'm up a tree, watching and waiting.

I've got a good rifle, an old M14 that I took from a dead Marine long ago. And I'm watching. Watching.

Nothing stirs near the bunker. The wind barely moves the leaves. A sound reaches my ears, like a far off bell? Nah...couldn't be.

I hear it again, metallic squeaks? I can't be sure.

There is a road that leads from an old orange grove off to my right, passes through my immediate area in front of me, and fades into a piney wood to my left. It's rutted and deep with sand.

I hear more faint noises to my right. Something *might* be coming from the orange grove. I raise the rifle and look along the sights. The cold metal has a dull, black glow and a satisfying heft in my hand. Gunny Hartman said, "It is the hard heart that kills."

I feel the cold lump in my chest. I have no heart. Not for anything that threatens us. I watch. Straining my eyes and ears...allowing my instinct to take over and kill if need be.

Movement! The barrel of the rifle moves almost of its own volition. A flash of black moving too quickly to be a walker or a human walking. Odd, that.

I watch. Following the movement waiting for it to come into the open 100 yards away. As it becomes clear what I'm aiming at...I hold my motion of my finger on the trigger. It's a man, on a bike. I've seen this guy before. Twice before. On the bike again...still?

This time, he's wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. The mustache, the eyes, the smile, all of it. And he's got the hat, the cape, the black everything. Who the hell wears black in Florida...in May? Well, who the hell thought that 95% of the population would become undead consumers of flesh?

Geez, just shoot this guy and be done with him. No more surprises. No more appearing in weird places. The barrel of the rifle follows him. A reflexive move of my right forefinger and he's dead; gristle, blood, and entrails lying in the road.

I can't do it. He looks neither right nor left. I am not even sure he realizes that there is a civilization of sorts less than half a mile away. He doesn't appear to be dangerous. I don't even think he's armed.

I make a decision. He lives for today. I watch as he disappears down the trace of the road into the woods and out of our lives yet again.

 

[Chaingun]

I wake up with a start. Something is wrong.

Taking stock of the situation, it turns out many things are wrong.

I'm naked for one.

And two, I'm lying in a field. Soybeans, I think. Whatever. That part doesn't seem to suck as much as the third thing.

The third thing is, there's a rotting corpse coming right towards me. I watch it closely and before jumping up to run, I'm held on the spot. Unmoving, I decide to watch and see if it notices me. It appears to have been a sixteen or seventeen year old girl. Black hair. Jeans, sweater, flip flops. Well, "flip flop." One is missing. A rotting patch of skin near her mouth cannot hide how beautiful she must have been. The horrible moan from her mouth curdles my blood. No matter how many of these things I see and kill, I never want to get used to them.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a glint of metal. Focusing on it, I realize that my rifle is ten feet to my right.

I can't tell if she's noticed me or not. I continue to hold still. She looks down at me and stops in her tracks. Eyes focus--well, sort of. Just as I think she's going to attempt to devour me, she takes a tentative step and continues on. Once past, I don't have time to be confused as to why she is not chewing on my arm. I get up--geez, the legs are stiff--and scramble to the rifle. I pick it up and aim it at her head.

*Click*

Dummy! You don't even check your weapon any more? It's empty. How on earth do you wake up in a field, naked, and with an empty rifle?

Since she's not headed towards the bunker, I let her wander on. But I need to find out why I am in this condition. Or how I got here. Wonder if there's any breakfast left in the kitchen...

 

[Ellafun]

Humming softly to myself as I finish cleaning up the last of the dishes and the pans, I hear the door mechanism come to life, and I wonder who is going out.

I'm hoping it's going to be a nice day; the garden needs some attention, and I was hoping to work outside today. It's been a quiet morning. Looks like it's going to be a quiet day.

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

From my vantage point on the rooftop it feels like I can see the whole world.... or could if I were so inclined. In my old life you'd never have caught me 'laying out,' but carcinogens seem a less pressing matter these days given the current state of things, and the lure of the sun and peacefulness too great.

I saw Ella downstairs earlier, I may have to go down and see if she's up for a game or two later. It's been a little too calm lately, and I can always count on her to help me figure out naughty ways to liven things up. But first... a catnap I think.

...as I drift off my mind touches on Dave's couple day long absence from the compound, and I hope he hasn't gotten himself into trouble again...

 

[PaulieJay]

Hmmmm think I might want to join this rag-tag group, here I stand muscles bulging and pulsating dripping with sweat and blood from lopping zombie heads off with a long jungle machete in desperate need of a shower and a woman would be nice. Besides I have other talents, and I used to be a boy scout if that helps.

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

Whenever George Thoroughgood comes up on my playlist I get an urge to post here. Is that weird?

 

[Chaingun]

Whenever George Thoroughgood comes up on my playlist I get an urge to post here. Is that weird?

It's all part of the subliminal suggestions I've been sending out for years.

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

It's all part of the subliminal suggestions I've been sending out for years.

Only part? Care to let me in on a few more?

 

[Chaingun]

Only part? Care to let me in on a few more?

Well, let me ask; did you always want to be a pet cat?

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

Well, let me ask; did you always want to be a pet cat?

*head tilted, smiles* Well, I've long wanted to be a pet of sorts... The details are.... fuzzy.

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

Uff.

This kitten is gonna limp off to find the nearest comfy blanket and pillow nest. I is a sore kitten. Hips, knees, ankles, feet. Yowch. Time to OD on aspirin and find some dreams of good days.

I hope everyone is well and stayin' out of trouble.

 

[Chaingun]

Saturday night. Sitting in a corner, quietly, reading an old Travis McGee novel. Wondering where everybody is.

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

Saturday night. Sitting in a corner, quietly, reading an old Travis McGee novel. Wondering where everybody is.

HEY!

Missed you.

Read to me?

 

[Ellafun]

*in a muffled voice

"Hey! I'm over *hic* behind the bar!!! *hic* Anybody wanna drinkipoo??

*hic!*

 

[PlayfulLittle1]

*drags Ella off to a blanket nest to cuddle and sleep it off*

 

[Chaingun]

*passed out on the floor, snoring quietly, an empty bottle of whiskey next to my head, and a paperback novel under my cheek*

 

[WhipLuvr]

*passed out on the floor, snoring quietly, an empty bottle of whiskey next to my head, and a paperback novel under my cheek*

* sneaks in, grabbing Dave by the feet and towing him down the hallway to my bedroom, eager for human contact, even if said human is passed-out drunk. *

 

[Chaingun]

* sneaks in, grabbing Dave by the feet and towing him down the hallway to my bedroom, eager for human contact, even if said human is passed-out drunk. *

I wake up, warm, comfortable, and oddly, feeling more secure than I have in a long time.

It's because of this woman next to me. I pull her sleeping form closer to me and remark to myself how incredible she smells, how enthralling her thoughts are, how...completely woman she is.

She moans softly in her sleep and I simply press myself tighter against her naked form. Pressing my face into the firm softness of her neck, I too fall back asleep.