Silvia was a cop in the old world. That is not what allowed her to survive though, it was green eyes and pure luck. Plus a lot of gumption…
Here is her story…
Hey I am Silvia, I have recently been bitten and this nice guy named Stryker is listening to my last story in this life as I know it. So lets get going because I really do not want to turn into a Zombie and I would like Stryker to finish me off before that happens…
I was on the night beat when all hell broke loose in the world. It seemed that the breeze that was blowing carried the virus and people changed right in front of my eyes. I was talking to a blue eyed crack head and she was begging me to give her some leeway and not take her downtown to the station. This strange wind blew around us and I looked up, when I looked down, those blue eyes had become dogged over like cataracts…
She no longer wanted to talk she wanted to eat me…
I backed up and pulled my service weapon and backed right into a street lamp pole. She came straight at me and I shot her through the chest. She did not even flinch at the impact. I shot her again and she looked like she smiled, then I shot her between the eyes. She dropped instantly…
The first thing that came to mind was oh I am going to be in hell now. I shot someone and not just once but three times. I looked around and realized that I was surrounded by 4 guys…
I said hey I am a cop and give me some room. Then I saw their eyes and these eyes were just like hers, cataract like…
They reached for me and I dropped and started to fire again. I went two shots and nothing to dropping them like flies. Shoot the head stupid, I said too myself…
I reloaded before I stood back up and glanced around. The street was empty and quiet. So quiet that I could hear the click of the relay of the stop light on the corner as it flashed in rhythm to my breathing, very fast…
I pushed my radio button that is always attached to my right shoulder and called base. Nothing happened for a few minutes and then Harriot the dispatcher screamed into her microphone, “Silvia run! Silvia run and hide. Zombies Urgggggggggghhhhh………..”
Zombies? What the Hell? Zombies are Hollywood and make believe…
Then the Zombie that hunted me for months now tried to grab me. It was a bodybuilder from the gym on the corner and he hated me in real life. He always threatened to snuff me if he had a chance. He hated all beat cops, but in my case he hated me even more. I had refused to go out with him on a date… 🙂
He knocked me flat and my gun came out of my hands and he bent over to rip my head off. I had grabbed my handcuffs and as he tried to grab my throat. I handcuffed his hands together. He looked at me and stood up to study the handcuffs and I started scramble like a crab running backwards…
Then as I realized I had to run and run fast! He simply tore the handcuffs in half like they were made of paper. Then he started after me again. I made my feet and ran, he was a Zombie so he could not run well and I ran. I found a pawn shop that the door was open and stepped gingerly inside…
I saw no one and pulled the gate shut across the door and pulled the inside gates shut as a secondary protection and made sure everything was locked. I knew this gun shop as it is part of my beat and I even had keys to it as extra precautions. Never too safe with guns…
Then something slammed the front gates and I realized that my friend had found me…
Thank god that the place was made for something stronger than a human and he did not make it into the store. I never found anyone in the store and I never knew what happened to the owner. Maybe he left it open on purpose as if I remembered he had green eyes…
I huddled in the corner with a riot shotgun all the rest of the night and I have killed Zombies and killed Zombies and hunted for the damn Zombie that has been hunting me for months now. Guess what? He is standing right behind you and that is my story…
I had felt him as she said that he was there. I looked at her and could see his reflection in her eyes. He almost sneaked up on me as I was listening carefully to her story…
I turned just as he attacked me and I grabbed him by the throat. I picked him up off the ground and slammed him next to her and in the process intentionally shattered all his bones from the impact. I learned something a long time ago. Slam a Zombie against the concrete and he won’t die, but do it correctly, you can shatter its bones into tiny pieces. Then the Zombie is just like a Octopus out of water. No support structure and a mass of flesh. That can only wiggle a little bit…
So I shattered him next to her. I then allowed her to shoot him at her convenience…
It was the least I could do as soon she would join him in death…
Silvia was a good woman and I saved her soul to take to the heaven spot. I liked her and she was a green eyed black woman, who had a good heart. That I just knew, as I know these things…
Time to walk the Big City again…
Stryker