After I had left Mike, I found another guy named Paul…

Paul was a member of a submarine that is now located on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, near the Puerto Rico trench (Over 8000 meters deep!). I am not sure how he made it out and he does not talk about that part. He just says torpedo tube and damn pure luck…

He does tell what happened that day as the Zombie Virus hit…

Paul’s story…

Hey! Hi I am Paul and you know life is good no matter what anyone thinks and that fact that I got off a submarine on its way down to the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean is enough reason for me to smile…

I awoke after spend 12 hours on sonar watch and I was really angry because I had only recovered a few hours sleep as I sat up and watched Frank  who was suppose to be sleeping also, beat his head on the hull of the sub and that is what woke me up. Then as I screamed at him to stop that silly stupid nonsense, he stopped and turned toward me and I stopped in mid sentence…

His face was split open and rank black blood was running down his face and dripping all over him and the floor. Then he moaned (You know one of those Zombie sick and distinguishing moans, that you hear on a movie.) and started to stumble toward me. He was gnashing his teeth and even shattered a few teeth as he stared at me with those lifeless eyes…

I embrace that fact that I am alive today, because I had a passion for Zombies and I knew down inside myself that one day we would have a Zombie Apocalypse and so I was not surprised in the least bit when I saw Frank was a Zombie…

I just allowed all my reading and movie watching to take over and I grabbed the nearest heavy object and smashed Franks skull in to pieces. The nearest thing was a large wrench that I had used to divert the water to a shower. We had to do that to get a hot shower or else it was cold water. It was a huge wrench and is rubber coated to make it quiet in case it was dropped, but it was heavy and did the job…

I stood there and listened, after killing Frank, because I knew that where there was one Zombie there would be many Zombies. What I did not realize was that I would end up the only one not a Zombie on board the sub…

I opened the door to the passage to go to the bridge and found that Zombies had become the flavor of the day. But in a sub there are several ways to get to different places and even if that meant crawling on my belly, I would do that to keep from being bit by a rampaging brain hungry Zombie…

As it was I spent hours trying to get to the nearest hatch and when I finally managed to get to the rear escape hatch, I found that we had started to submerge. Now I realized that we had been surfaced and now for some reason we were slowly submerging. I also realized that I had to get to the main bridge and close the hatch or get out if possible…

That thinking all fell apart, when I felt and heard a boom. I knew that the bridge just filled with water and that meant the middle of the sub was flooded. I could feel the sub sinking a little faster and I knew that we were going for the bottom and I also knew we were located over one of the deepest parts of the whole damn ocean…

If I did not get off I would definitely die when the sub imploded from the excessive haul pressure at excessive depth. I also knew that at a certain point even if I got out, the pressure would kill me and I would be to deep anyway to get to the surface…

I looked at the hatch and knew that once we had submerged that the hatch was sealed. Unless I could depressurize the other side (Outside) it was not going to open by normal means. This hatch was not an escape hatch and that was a issue…

Then I stopped my self and tried to calm down. I had to think and not panic, panic would not get me out. I was alone in this passage way and had killed all Zombies within the door area that I seal off. So I could think…

I thought! We are sinking! I am alone except for damn Zombies and the only way out is flooded. Then it hit me…

Rear torpedo tubes…

I had to get to the rear torpedo room and fast…

I killed two Zombies as I ran to the tube room and left many alive as I did not have time to kill them. Every second that I wasted was that much deeper. We went down slowly, but we were going down…

I came to the torpedo room and opened the door. I stepped in and slammed the door and cranked the handle as a dozen Zombies tried to get me in the passage way. I turned and found the room empty. That did not surprise me, because we never used this room. It was very small and hardly had enough room to hold 4 torpedoes. Two tubes were here and then I was trying to think how would I close the door after I got in the tube. I also wandered would I fit. I am not a big guy and right now I am glad that I am tiny…

Then it struck me, how I would do it…

I stripped naked and covered myself with grease that was in the room. I took a small emergency breather tank, it was the size of a little propane torch bottle and would last about two minutes to breath with. Emergency only and really just for extra oxygen when needed. I had decided to open the torpedo hatch and then open the outer door. I could override it and flood the room I was in…

I decided that if I did not fit in the tube, then I would fit due to I die or fit mode, we do interesting things when our life is in balance and I figured that I would get in that tube if it was possible and besides I was dead anyway, if I could not get out…

I stood aside from the open torpedo hatch and I tried to brace for the onrush of flooding water. I thought I was ready, but I never dreamed how terrible a room is when flooding like that. I kept myself together and when the room stopped flooding, I realized that half my air was already gone…

I forced my eyes open and felt my way around. The lights still worked and I could see some. Then I found the open tube door, Then I spent seconds trying to get in the tube. That is when good reached down and smacked me as I tried one more time. I was hit by something on the back and it wedged me into the tube opening. Then I was able to get my feet pushed against something and being greased up, I slid into the opening…

Oh I bet you are going to say, “You would be stuck in the tube now!”

Yes you are correct, but I did not tell you that I had a spear gun in my right hand and planned on shooting it out the end of the tube. It had a hook on the end and a rope attached…

I shot the spear and started to pull the rope back with both hands and the going was very slow. I knew my oxygen was about out and then as I thought this was not going to work. The rope tightened and I was able to pull myself an inch at a time, up the tube…

I ignored all else and even when I was sure I was going to die, I kept pulling on that rope…

Then my hands touched the edge of the tube and before I knew it I was out in open water. I took a last breath of the canister of oxygen and with spots before my eyes, I swam toward the surface and talked to god all the way…

Just when I figured that I had had it, I broke surface and gulped air like no tomorrow…

Then I realized it was daylight and that a huge surface ship was right in front of my face. It was stopped and floating dead in the water. I looked around after my vision had gotten better from lack of oxygen and saw the anchor was hanging just above the water. It was a strange thing to have the anchor that way, but I will not argue…

Needless to say! I made it to the bow of the ship by way of the anchor chain and what I found as I stepped on board is a whole other story and you will have to wait till tomorrow for that…

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