This is a short story that was given to me by someone who had just buried a person on a foothill over looking the city of Atlanta, Georgia. The mountain range called the Smokey Mountains or the Appalachians, ends as it flattens out toward Atlanta, Georgia and I had come upon this poor soul as he buried his wife. They had made it for months and months together and she succumbed to Zombie bite, that happened in their last battle to survive…

Here is his story…

Hey I am Mr. Green,

I lived in Atlanta, Georgia and my late wife and I had a tanning salon just outside of the main circle road that surround Atlanta. Interstate 285 is what it was called. We had had a busy day and spent the night doing inventory. That was when the Zombie virus hit and since my wife and I are green eyed, We survived that initial attack…

But our cleaning lady was a brown eyed Mexican and she became a Zombie as lickety split as a whistle…

I remember that my wife and I heard a sound in the back room and we went together to check on what the noise was. When we opened the door to the huge tanning bead hall of doors to the rooms, we saw our cleaning lady acting all weird at the other end of the hallway. She was smacking her head on the door at the end of the hall and moaning to beat the band. She would smack her head and then moan and smack her head and then moan again…

I guess that I had seen to many Zombie movies because I knew what was going on. I mean she was a classic Zombie and the only issue was, Why?

The why did not matter, because after a few minutes and we heard a noise at the front door. We discovered that our cleaning lady was not the only one afflicted with the Zombie stuff…

I heard the front door glass crack as my wife and I rounded the corner to see what was happening at the front door. We had our early morning regular customer trying to get in and she was beating the door with her head. Then as we backed up in shock, the door exploded inward as she smacked her head even harder on the glass. She had split her head wide open as she pushed her way into the store. It was obvious that it did not bother her as all she did was look at us, moaning as if she saw her favorite food…

Now being in Atlanta, is not a safe city, so I kept a shotgun under the front counter. It was for just such moments in life, you know those moments that all hell breaks loose. I grabbed the gun and let off one barrel into the face of the honored customer and spun in time to blow the head off our cleaning lady. My wife grabbed a baseball bat that we kept and we stood there waiting to see what would happen next…

That is when we heard the moans…

Through the broken front door we could hear the most godawful terrible moaning noises in the world. We peeked out in the streets and saw Zombies everywhere, stumbling and shuffling around, as though they were lost. Then we saw a man running and he fell over a body laying wiggling on the street and before you could say jackrabbit, he was surrounded by Zombies and I will never forget his screams as they ate him alive. He was lucky, he was consumed so thoroughly that he never had a chance to become a Zombie…

Then my wife pointed and brought to my attention a Zombie that was starting to notice us. We backed silently into the shop and thought we had been lucky, when this Zombie appeared at our door and started to moan and moan and moan and he called the others as he told them by moans that we were a tasty treat…

That did it and we knew that soon the room would be flooded with Zombies. I did not have enough shells to shoot to many Zombies and I told my wife that we have to get out the back door and try to make it to a safe place to gather supplies and weapons. I had three shells left and used all three before we found an open pawnshop. The gates were almost closed, but had a dead man half eaten wedged under the gate. They had eaten his brain so he did not come back from the dead…

I heaved the gate up a short distance and my wife pulled the body out of the way. She then scooted under the gate and found the up button. Once the gate was up we looked around and I assume that the guy under the gate was the owner. No one else was inside the store. But the store had lots and lots of guns and ammo…

I heard a commotion outside the pawnshop door and my wife looked at me like, “We better secure this place or else!” I looked back with an affirmative and we shut the gate. It was a heavy steel barred gate and once it was down and in place it was not going anywhere…

We found a good food supply and that is where we started the Zombie Virus days from…

I will just add that my wife was bit by a Zombie and I had to shoot her…

I am sad now and have to decided what to do with my life as my wife was my buddy and friend…

Mr. Green…