My name is Billy and I was on a camping trip (actually a poaching for deer trip) when the Zombie holocaust happened. It was a week before I saw my first Zombie and that was in the woods. I am not sure what happened and really do not care…
I am a loner by nature and the less people there is the better. In fact I seem to be very happy plucking away at Zombies and I hope that I never run out of them to shot. It is like a computer game and what with a guns store in this town. I have literally unlimited ammo and weapons…
But enough of that, I met the first Zombie while I was hiking around looking for deer signs in the woods. I heard before I saw a Zombie. At first I was pissed off that some drunk idiot was stumbling around through the woods. I yelled at him that he could and would get killed doing things that way. Then he started to moan and I thought that sounds like a Zombie moan in one of those movies…
As he approached me, he raised his arms and stumbled toward me with a black saliva draining from his mouth. I knew that there was something seriously wrong with this dude and as he would not listen. I pulled my little .32 caliber HR revolver out of my pocket and shot him. He did not care and I shot him again. He still could have cared less. Then I remembered the movies. I shot him in the head, between the eyes. Then he cared…
I looked at him laying on the ground and that is when I realized that he was a Zombie. I packed everything up and took off for home. I took a picture of him as I was going to tell the police and as I walked back to civilization I was trying to think of a good lie as to why I was out in the woods. I decided to go back to my place first and stash the guns. Then I would go to the station. I would enter town after dark…
I waited in the woods for an hour as it got dark, then I sneaked to my little trailer in the local trailer park and stashed everything. I noticed that everything was really strange around town and there was no lights anywhere, that I could see. The power was off at my place and that meant hot beer later… Yuck…
Then I walked to town and that is when I realized that town was not my town no more…
The first Zombie I met was the local police officer and he was fully outfitted uniform, gun and all. He just started to moan like crazy when he saw me and shuffled as fast as he could to get a bite of me. I side stepped him and unhooked the strap on his gun and shot him with his own gun. Well that brought the Zombies to life and the next thing that I realized was that I had to have been the only human left in town. The rest were either dead and eaten or a Zombie…
Since the copper had only a 6 shooter and it was only a 38 special. I decided that running was the best option at this point. I ran back to my trailer and got my riot shotgun. 12 gauge and buckshot. I knew that would make a big hole in a Zombie…
Then I went back to town and met hundreds of Zombies that were trying to follow me to my place. Persistent monsters if you ask me. It was easy to keep them busy. Just shoot one of them and the other Zombies would eat the dead Zombie. So to keep them busy just shoot a few of them and everyone was happy…
I gave them ready to eat Zombie meals and then I went back into town. I wanted to see if anyone else was alive…
I broke into the pawn shop and gathered my western six guns that I had pawned for money. I gathered that no one cared and since they were my favorite weapons, I wanted them back…
With my six guns strapped down to my legs, I grabbed a cowboy hat that looked right nice and stepped out onto the town s streets. That is when I started to practice in quick draw and tried to kill a Zombie with one shot between the eyes. I have been months practicing and when you came up you found me doing just that…
I am the only one that survived the Zombie Virus or what ever it was and this is my town now. I guess that is all I want to say…
Bill