Apocalypse

by Psycho Guy B

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 3693

My name is Brandon, but I gave that name up a long time ago. My new name is Psycho. It has been 5 years since the world ended. People thought the world would end with the sun blowing up or WW3. They were wrong.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-24 04:45:24 UTC

Prologue

They laughed at us. They called us crazy, but when everything goes to hell they turned to use. Granted some of them were not prepared and did not make it. Me on the other hand, I was prepared, but I was in the wrong place at the wrong time with no fucking weapon.

It was around 11:45 a.m. Even in the morning the Florida heat is terrible. I was hanging around with my group of friend and we were... I cant remember what we were doing. I think we were talking about anime or some video game. Anyway we were having a good time when an announcement came on.

"Attention students! Report back to your classroom at once! There will be another announcement lat..."

That is when the screaming started. It was all a blur. People were running like chickens with their heads cut off. Some were even cowering by the bathrooms. Most of my friends just left me and Joseph there. Joseph was about 6 feet tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. Instead of me ditching my friend there. I told him to follow me. From where we were it was about a 3 minute run to my truck. Sounds simple right, only if. The only thing that was stopping us was the undead.

God the smell of death, it was just sickening, and there was blood everywhere. We had no weapons and we were not going to be able to plow our way through the crowd of zombies. How we got lucky was beyond me... well I made it out. We tried to cut our way through the library which worked for the most part. We ran past Miss Smith, or what was left of her. After cutting through the library and ended on the other side. Now instead of a 3 minute run, it became a 5 minute run, but no zombies. We where almost to the truck when Mr. Sergeant grabbed Joseph by his shirt and started tearing into his throat. He couldn't even get out a scream. It was like a fountain of blood just erupted out of his throat. It got all over the car and on me. I just left him. I got into my truck and got the hell out of there.

The drive back to my house was terrifying to say the least. I could see men, women, and children we covered in blood. Some had bits of flesh either hanging off them or they had flesh in their mouth. I even saw a child holding the head of person. The ride home took about an hour. Passing everybody who needed help. I was hoping that when I get home that my mom and dad were there. I pulled into the driveway to see both my mom and dads vehicles. Then I saw it. Blood. There was blood on my mothers vehicle and on the door to the house. I ran up the stairs and to my room. I grabbed my Mossberg maverick 12 gage and loaded 5 shells. I pumped it once and I heard a loud crash in the kitchen.

"Mom? Dad? Are you there?"

I whish I never walked into the kitchen. I saw my mother eating my fathers face off. I could not hold it back any longer. I threw up all over wall. That got the attention of my zombie mother. It was so horrifying. Seeing my mother with flesh in her mouth and flesh hanging on off her face. It got up ignoring the corpses of the dogs and shuffling towards me. Tears in my eyes, I pointed the gun at my mother.

"I love you mom."

BANG

That was five years ago.

Years 1-5

If I were to tell you everything that happened during the five years of hell. We would be sitting here for a long time. I will tell you the highlights and some of the interesting moments that happened.

Year 1

February

One would think that in a small to medium sized town there would be at least some survivors. There probably was, but I could never seem to find anyone. Everyone I ever knew was dead. Even my gun nut of a friend Robert was dead. On the third day I went to Roberts house to find him and his grandmother dead. It was sad. Sure Robert was an ass, but he was a good kind of ass. He was the kind of friend who insults you to show you he cares. His grandmother on the other hand was really nice and a good cook. Even though  I have 19 buckshot shells and 92 birdshot shells, I think that is what its called. I'm not all that familiar with the type of ammo, that was Roberts expertise. I learned that just about everything about zombies was right, except the fact they can see you. They are not blind. They see very fucking well. I did not fell like attracting other zombies in the area. I grabbed my aluminum bat and brought it down on Robert head and another part of me dies right there. His grandmother was starting to shuffle toward me, but before she could lunge at me.

WHAM

Entering Roberts room I could see all his guns and ammo on his bed. I only wanted 1 of his 12 guns. He had mostly shotguns, the rest were rifles. I only liked 2 of the guns he had. The Dragunov SVU and his Gewehr 95. Actually it might have been a Gewehr look a like. The Dragunov had a POSP 8x42 scope, a 30 round box magazine, and a suppressor. And when I say he was a gun nut, I was not joking. He has an ammo box full of 7.62x54mmR, 9mm, and much more in his closet. I could have took the Gewehr because it had a bayonet but was not very comfortable. I grabbed all the ammo that Robert had and put it in my large waterproof outdoor backpack, and I stuff some water in my satchel. That was all I wanted to get from him.

"Rest in peace you two."

The walk home was annoying. The combined weight of two guns, three ammo boxes full of ammo, and some water bottles. Trying to kill zombies was difficult. I swing once and I was got of breath. Granted I was not in the best of health, but still. It was an 45 minute walk to his house to mine. Walking down the dirt road I could hear some kind of scream. I thought nothing of it at first, but it keep getting louder and closer. I could hear something running through the woods. I dropped both the backpack and satchel and grabbed the Maverick and loaded a slug into it. I was scanning the tree line and nothing happened. There was nothing, not a scream, not a rustle, nothing but the wind. As I started to unload the slug went something tackled me to the ground. I through what ever it was off me. What was standing before me was a zombie. It had barley any flesh on its face, one of its eyes was hanging by the rectus, and the worst of all it screamed. That god awful scream.

(insert horrifying scream here)

I grabbed my head in pain. It felt like my head was going to explode. Before I knew it, that thing charged at me. It was fast, faster than me even without all my gear. I didn't have enough time to load the maverick or get the Dragunov. Hell I could barley think strait. It was on top of me again trying to bite my face off. I threw it into the bush. That gave me enough time to grab my bat. I turned around only to grab my head again in pain. This thing was smart, it gets knocked down only to get up and scream to disorient or distract its opponent, and it waited for me to let down my guard to attack. It was charging at me again, but we were a bit further from each other this time around. I had enough time to recover and get ready to swing. Then it stopped and looked at me. It smiled. It fucking smiled at me. It then started to scream again, but instead of standing still, it walk while it was screaming. Trying to keep my self from passing out,  I charged ford and raising my bat, and brought it down on it skull. I kept bashing its head in, until there was nothing but a bloody pile of mincemeat. I grabbed all my gear and dizzy walked home. I through everything inside and collapsed next to the fridge.

"I hope I don't ever run into another one of those again."

Then everything went black.

November

It has been  9 months since that encounter. I haven't encountered another Screecher since then. It was currently 1 p.m. and I usually go scavenging for supplies, but I could tell there was a very big storm coming. I was boarding up all the windows and getting all the supplies ready for an emergency. You can always tell if a storm was coming if you lived in Florida. It got colder, the wind picked up, and the more obvious sign was the sky was really freaking dark. After I got everything ready it was around 7 and it started to rain hard. By 8 it was like a monsoon and the house was starting to shake. I was starting to get a little worried when things started to hit the house. I was about to get up when a 2x4 pierced through the wall and smashed the flat screen. I immediately hit the deck as a barrage on of debris started to bombard the house. Everything just went from just and average rainstorm to a full blown hurricane. The house started to shake like there was and earthquake. Then everything felt weightless for about a minute and then everything came down hard. I was about 10 feet off the ground when everything came down. Then everything went black.

I woke up with a migraine and a gash on the side of my head. I slowly got up and looked around the room. Everything was either destroyed or was broken in some way. There was glass everywhere. The T.V. and the computer table was shattered, the dresser was in the wall, and the board that was covering the window was gone. I started to walk to the door, but the house was tilting. I honestly though it was the head wound, but when I walked into the kitchen I saw a tree coming from the floor and going into the roof. I looked out the window to see that the house was not on the ground, but was half way up the tree. Most of the supplies were destroyed in the storm, my Maverick was destroyed, and I was about half a mile from where my truck is. I left the Dragunov in the truck and by left I mean I forgot. I jumped down from tree house and started walking to my truck. The walk to my truck was peaceful. Everything was destroyed, there were a few zombies in the trees, and as I arrived at my destination I saw all of the crops had been destroyed.

After I bandaged my head, I decided it was time to pack it up and move on. I was going to head to Gundy County in Tennessee where my friend Peyton lived. My truck was sorta spared by the storm. The only thing that was wrong was there was a pipe in the front right tire and the windshield was cracked. I got the jack out of the back and got the spare from the back and replaced the damaged tire. In the 9 months I welded a plow on my truck, welded protection on the widows just in case I get attacked by people (not by a storm), built a dome for the bed of my truck, and I was able to find a solar charger for my phone. I put my bag in the truck and put the aux cord into my phone to listen to my music on the way to Grundy.

Year 2

January

Bad time to leave the only place were it never snows. I made it to Tennessee, but that was after I went all the way around it. I went from Florida through Alabama to Mississippi to Louisiana back through Mississippi passed Tennessee crashed the truck in Kentucky and realized I went past Tennessee. That  only took a couple of days. I had to find another truck with keys and snow tires, find a welding kit, and find another plow. That took a month and a half. I drove back to Tennessee and praying that I don't drive through it again.

I was in Manchester, Tennessee when I stumbled upon a gun store. I needed another gun since my Maverick was destroyed in the storm. Most of the store was either destroyed or was already ransacked by other scavengers, but it was strange that there were boxed and even some supplies just laying on the ground. I was lucky to find a crowbar a couple of days after the storm. The apocalypse is not complete with out a crowbar. I hit the top of the crate to draw out anything in the back. I waited about 5 minutes, but everything was dead quiet other than the wind outside. There are some good things about having a crowbar on hand. Being able to beat the shit out of someone or to pry shit open. I was fixing to pry off the lid to the crate when someone from out side started to scream at me.

"Scavenger in the gun store! Come out with your hands up and you wont get hurt!"

I looked behind me and I could see three people standing there. I could not see what kind of guns the two in the back had, but the one in the front had an RPD. I don't know much about guns, but the RPD is my favorite. 7.62mm light machine gun developed in the Soviet Union by Vasily Degtyaryov in 1943. It was clear that they were not friendly and I was not going out there with out a weapon. I loaded my Dragunov and took cover behind the crate. I took aim at the guy with the RPD. The cold was effecting my aim and it did not help the fact he was not staying still. He then stopped and pointed his gun at the store.

"I'll give you 5 seconds to comply or we will open-"

I pulled the trigger and I watched him go down like a sack of bricks. Before the other two had anytime to react I shot the guy on the left, while his friend started to spray the shop. I got down just as a bullet past over my head. I was not able to get a line of sight on him and my cover will not last much longer. Then the bullets stopped and then he started to scream. I peered out from cover to see him being munched on my a zombie. I ran out side and put the crowbar through the zombie and the man. I then went to the first man I shot and grabbed his RPD and his bag. I could go and search  the rest of the shop, but I did not feel like getting caught off guard again. I headed back to the truck carrying  2 bags, a Dragunov, and a RPD. I put the RPD in the front seat, and through the guys bag in the back. I started the truck and turned on the heater and started to drive to Grundy.

The drive to Grundy was about 50 minutes or somewhere a round that time. My phone died do to the fact when I crashed my first truck the solar charger was destroyed. I was board out of my mind without music. I pulled up to gate that looked like something from fallout. I pulled up to the gate, turned off the truck, and got out. I heard about 3 guns lock and load and I heard someone talking.

"Hold it there stranger. What do you want?"

"I bring word from Florida. There is no more Florida. I have also come looking for a friend if he is still alive."

"What is your friends name and what is your name stranger?"

"My friends name is Peyton. As for me my name is Psycho, but if he does not recognize that name tell him its is Brandon from Florida."

It took almost an hour and the sun was starting to set. I really hate being out after dark.

"Well look who it is. I thought you might have died when shit hit the fan."

"You know its going to take a lot more than zombies to kill me.

Anyways, him and I talked about all the things that happened after everything ended. I left the part about me trying to kill my self out of the story. I made it to Grundy and I found my friend. Well that's how the second year started. Nothing happened the rest of the year other than fixing the wall, repairing vehicles, and they taught me how to hunt since everyone there know how to. Nothing else happened that year.

Year 3

Nothing happened this year.

Year 4

I'm going to be quick with this year. We ran into a group of raiders, I was taught how to clean guns, we dealt with some cannibals, and we found a new zombie. If you played Left 4 Dead it was like the tank but smaller but bigger than a jock. We decided to call it a behemoth. Best part about the new zombie is it is slightly faster than the truck, but we were able to outrun it do to the fact it runs into other cars. Me, Peyton, and a couple of other people took a trip down to Florida to raid a naval base. It was a successful raid we got a lot of weapons and ammo, a Humvee, and a China Lake. I let Peyton take my truck back to Grundy and I would follow him in the Humvee. When we got back to Grundy we arrived to a burning camp. Buildings were on fire and people were either dead or a zombie, and in the middle of all that was the behemoth. I told Peyton and the other to start taking out zombies while I deal with the behemoth. I grabbed the China Lake out of the back and loaded it. When they started shooting I was locked and loaded for the behemoth. It did not take long after the shooting for the behemoth started run at us. I pointed the China Lake at it and pulled the trigger. The behemoths head and upper chest exploded into a mist of red. Dealing with the other zombies were easy. this town started at 65 and now there were 7 of us left. The other 5 went on there separate way than Peyton and I. They wanted to go further up north while Peyton and I wanted to go south. I learned that the further you go north the more dangerous they seem to get. I mean I dealt with a screamer down in Florida and a behemoth here. I did not want to find out what else there is.

Year 5

Whelp you're pretty much caught up on what I went through. Oh wait, I forgot to describe Peyton and I. Peyton stands at 6 feet, with dark brown hair, and brown eyes. I stand at 6 feet 2 inches, I have jet black hair with blue eyes. Ok back on track.  We gave my truck to the other 5 that left us and we took the Humvee. Peyton was not that good with driving a Humvee, so I ended up driving it everywhere. Not that I'm complaining. The sun was almost set as I pulled over at my old home. I saw the house that was once halfway up a tree on the ground, some of the fruit trees had grown back, and the forest was reclaiming the plain. I found the crosses I placed when I buried my parents. I knelt down, I closed my eyes, and said a prayer. I stood back up with a tear running down my face and started walking back to the truck. Peyton was waiting in the truck and I could see him sad as well. I don't like traveling at night, but considering the area I was in, I decided to risk it. I was driving to Navarre when Peyton asked a question.

"Dude. How do you keep going on without trying to kill your self?"

"Ok first off. If you kill your self, I will join you in hell and I will kick your ass for the rest of eternity. Second it is difficult, but I keep going on for my mother. And I have tried to kill my self after I buried my parents"

"Really?"

"Yep, but I used some old rope and it broke. So I lade on the floor crying for the rest of the day after my failed attempted. I am sorry for what happened to your mother, but just keep fighting for her. Ok."

"Ok. By the way, what does you... What the hell is that?"

I was confused about what he was talking about, until I looked at him. There was 2 pure white orbs keeping there speed with us. I slammed the brake down and watch those orbs keep going.

"I don't know what that was, but I don't want to find out."

"Bran.. Psycho. They're coming back. Get us out of here!"

"I can't. I don't got enough time to turn around!"

The orbs of light got closer and brighter. And then everything went black.