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Chapter 6: Mr. Swimtastic

We stare through the glass door looking in every direction possible for any signs of danger.

“Looks clear to me,” Caleb whispers. I slowly open the door and peak out, still nothing. Then putting my right foot out, and my left foot out, I step onto the wet tile floor. I stand there alone, the others inside the door still awaiting my signal. As I’m about to motion to them I stop, there is a shuffling sound to my right. I turn to look and see the lifeguard station collapsed but moving. I motion for everyone to wait as I make my way towards it, floaties and other swim gear piled alongside it covering whatever was causing the movement. I put the sword I’m currently holding back into its sheath and quickly remove the longest one; with this I have the longest reach. I hold it out in front of me; I am now only two and a half steps away from the moving who-knows-what, I reach out with my weapon and using the tips toss some of the debris into the air. I quickly jump back as the unknown lurches towards me revealing itself. I find myself looking straight at a very muscular lifeguard zombie, a pair of swim-trunks covering his lower half with their brand name reading: “Mr. Swimtastic.”

My friends must have noticed my surprise because only a second later and they are by my side weapons at the ready. I hold out my arms to show them everything is ok and they stop to view the oddity in front of me. The man is trapped under a heavy enough object that he cannot get out and simply reaches for us his eyes glazed back in undead blindness, he cannot see only hear; mindlessly he shifts, occasionally kicking his legs in an attempt to remove the wreckage that rests atop him.

“Hm,” we all hum as we watch the creature struggle.

“What should we do with him?” I ask looking around for ideas. Caleb steps forward and reaches into his jacket and pulls out one of several large and well-sharpened knives.

“I got this,” he claims as he raises the knife high above his head reaching out as much as possible to avoid getting too close to the enemy below. When he decides he is at the right spot he lets go of the blade; we watch as it falls towards the monster’s head. There’s a quick clinking noise as his blade lightly grazes Mr. Swimtastic and then his the floor; the zombie, being attracted to sound, quickly throws his head towards the blade and begins to gnash his teeth in its direction trying to get a bite at his would-be attacker.

“Ha! Try again!” Quinn scoffs at Caleb as his friend stares sadly down at his failure.

“Now I can’t get my knife back,” Caleb lightly cries realizing that reaching for that knife would potentially get him bitten which was the last thing he wanted to do. Suddenly we hear a noise; a loud grinding coming that echoed through the room, bouncing off of every wall. The echo kept us from being able to pinpoint the location of the noise but looking around we knew it obviously wasn’t anything in here.

“C’mon,” Ben shouts rushing back towards the changing rooms.

“Wait what about this guy?” Caleb stands pointing at the undead lifeguard. I stop in my rush to follow Quinn and Ben sword raised above my head and slice down quickly lopping off the monster’s neck and everything attached.

“There,” I shout. Caleb bends to pick up his knife while I return to following the other two, just before leaving I grab a towel off the shelf by the changing room door containing hundreds of towels; I grab one and use it to wipe off my blade before tossing it and heading out of the pool room.

We quickly make our way back through the locker room and into the front lobby.

“I’m guessing it came from upstairs,” Ben shout back to us as we run up to the second floor. There’s no need to be quiet now, any undead in the area had to have heard that sound and are going to be focusing on that rather than us.

As we reach the top of the stairwell we find ourselves on the cardio floor offering ellipticals, stationery bikes, treadmills, and other similar equipment. We take a quick look around and see nothing but the equipment.

“It must be the next floor,” Ben states already spinning around and stepping onto the first step. Suddenly we hear it again, a loud grinding noise.

“Is that a blender?” Caleb asked as we rush up the staircase.

We make it to floor number three, the top floor of the building. Inside we see weight-lifting equipment: bars, lifts, and weights all neatly organized throughout the room. We come around the corner and see something at the far end of the room, the smoothie bar. As we come closer we notice movement behind it, then the noise again.

“Gggrrrrrrr,” we all jump in surprise. The sound WAS a blender and someone behind the bar was operating it. We approached weapons drawn and at the ready awaiting any sudden movement. The person moved quickly, too quickly for a zombie; grabbing a banana, pouring a small amount of protein into the blender in front of him, then spinning around to grab some more fruit causing him to find himself staring right into our eyes.

“MICHAEL!”

Chapter 1: The Beginning of it All

“Die, damn it, DIE!” Quinn was screaming at the TV again. His screaming had rudely awakened me and I slowly sat up from my bed rubbing the tired from my eyes. I looked over at the Spider-Man alarm clock my mom had gotten me just before I had started college a few years ago. 4 o’clock.  I suppose it was probably about time I got up anyways.

I walked over to the apartment’s only bathroom and closed the door behind me. It’s nice living with all guys because I rarely had to lift the seat. I released my liquid waste into the bowl as I stood patiently waiting for the stream to end. Suddenly, I heard the front door fly open and slam against the wall on the other side. Someone ran in and a second later Quinn started yelling, whoever was out there was messing with the TV and Quinn was pissed. I zipped my pants up and walked out into the hallway. Caleb lay on the floor, Quinn atop him, holding the remote and flipping through the channels on the TV while Quinn attempted to wrestle it out of his hand. Caleb pushed, his hand on Quinn’s face, fighting off his larger opponent his eyes focused on one thing though: the TV. He continued flipping through channels as if his life depended on it and Quinn was simply an unnoticeable obstacle.

“Dude what the h…”

“There! Just watch!” Caleb yelled throwing the remote across the room, pushing Quinn off him, and leaping to his feet all in one motion. I turned to look at what he had managed to accomplish with this whole fiasco. Disappointment weighed upon my face causing my eyebrows to droop in annoyance and my eyes to squint to match, the news. Caleb made all that fuss to watch the news; at least it wasn’t sports news but seriously. Quinn just became more furious and leapt for the remote, Caleb’s fast reflexes let him leap faster and snatched it up Quinn landing on his left shoulder nearly smashing his head into the wall behind them.

“Just listen!” He yelled as he narrowly dodged Quinn’s fist which landed a hard slam onto the carpeted floor.  He rolled towards the couch and Quinn and I sat down next to him, as the news reporter talked Quinn sat next to me giving up on his murderous intent.

“…I repeat an outbreak has occurred of the X1Z1 virus which causes the death and then reanimation of anyone infected. Please remain inside and do not attempt to leave your home at all costs.”

“I never understood why they think that’s the best decision,” I stated coolly.

“Dude be serious,” Caleb shouted with intensity in his eyes.”It’s the freaking zombie apocalypse! We’ve been preparing for this our whole lives! All the books…”

“And if you had actually read any of those books you’d know that the first rule is not to panic.” I said trying to calm Caleb down. We both turned to look at Quinn who stared at the TV, his face void of any happiness or positive emotion of any kind.

“Hey bro it’s ok we’re going to make it, we’ll be fine.” I reassured him. He slowly turned his head and looked at me, the horror in his eyes increasing causing them to grow wider.

“It’s not me bro, what about Michael.” As soon as he said it my mouth dropped open, he was right if there was anyone in our group that was less interested in the whole zombie prepping thing it was Michael. He had ignored our packing and planning and warning of his not packing and planning.

“Where did he say he’d be all day?” I asked worrying more and more for his safety every second that went by. Quinn was about to answer when suddenly my phone rang. We all turned to it the same idea running through our heads: I hope it’s Michael.

I pulled it from my pocket and looked at the caller ID; it was Ben, I answered.

“Dude did you hear the news!?” Ben excitedly shouted into the phone.

“Yeah bro, zombie apocalypse,” I confirmed. Ben was the one person that we had the least amount of concern for partially because he owned a gun shop but also because he had military experience and was the most prepared of any of us for a situation like this.

“It’s about time,” Ben replied. I could hear the sound of guns being loaded and cocked in the background.

“Sounds like you’re getting ready.”

“Yep, when you guys coming over?” He asked as if this was all part of his plan, which honestly it probably was.

“Well we were just freaking out because we have no idea where Michael is.” I inform him. I look around at the nervous faces of the other apartment dwellers unsure of what to do. Since Michael was never part of the planning and typically worked from home we never had thought to plan an emergency setup in case he wasn’t around when the virus broke out.

“How about this: you guys grab the car and swing by the store and pick me up, we’ll load up with the rest of the weapons I’ve got, and then we’ll go looking for him.”

“Alright sounds good bro, see you in 20 minutes.” I hung up the phone and turned to the other two both with worried quizzical looks on their faces. “Get your bags guys we’re heading out.”