HVZA (Book 1): Hudson Valley Zombie Apocalypse
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While there is now a glimmer of hope for the Hudson Valley, with few exceptions, little encouraging news is being received from the rest of the country. There just aren’t the manpower and resources available to make a dent in the zombie populations in the major cities, or in the south where the winter was too mild to temporarily put them in hibernation. I don’t know what the plans are—if any—to bring the Hudson Valley Zombie Strategy (I just made that up) to the rest of the country, but I have to concentrate on my tasks at hand, which are many.
And how am I doing personally? I still wake up screaming, at least once a night. I am still haunted by the faces of both the zombies and humans I killed, and if I live to be 100, I’m certain I always will be. I still cry a lot, but I try to keep that to private moments in my quarters.
But still, I welcome every day and I appreciate every meal I eat and every hot shower I take. I miss being with Cam, The Monk, and yes, even Smokin, but it’s wonderful to work with Phil again, and I’ve even become close with his son, too, who actually started to speak again a few weeks ago! I’ve also made some great new friends among the other doctors and scientists. There might also be a romance or two brewing, but I haven’t decided yet whether or not I want that kind of distraction.
Then there are the zombies.
In the most secure section of one of the underground facilities, dozens of the smelly bastards are kept for research. That’s the one part of my job I hate. If I never had to see another zombie it would be too soon, but who am I to complain?
Here I am, safe and secure, while countless others continue to fight for their lives, day in and day out. Even with all the horrifying nightmares I experienced, I still feel guilty about being sheltered in here while humanity is out there facing annihilation.
Do I want to go back out there? Hell no!
Would I ever go back out there? Yes, whenever I feel that my usefulness here has come to an end.
As long as a single zombie still walks the earth, I will do anything I can to kill it. If I can do that by creating something in the lab, so be it. If I can only do that by strapping on my guns again, tracking it down, and putting a bullet in its brain, I will do that, too.
I didn’t start the zombie apocalypse, but with my last ounce of strength and my last breath, I will continue fighting until the very last undead motherfucker is put down.
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For more information, the author’s blog, and events, go to:
hvzombie.com
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http://drtruesdale.wordpress.com/
http://voiceofthehudson.wordpress.com/
www.bsnews.us
www.YourBGM.tv
Cover Photo: Jonathan Aldebot, email: reelybored@gmail.com and website: www.reelybored.com