Creative Writing: Zombie Apocalypse

It was a dark and stormy night… I’m sorry; I just had to say that. It was actually just like every other day, you know, until the zombie thing happened. Just like any other Friday, Ted and I were getting done with our third shift jobs. It was a boring assembly line job, doing the same thing over and over. The kind of job that can turn your brain to mush. Come to think of it, working there put us in a kind of zombie-like state. Our usual weekend ritual involved going to the bar immediately after work. This week we were especially ready to go and have some fun because it had been extremely busy. We had worked ten hour days all week. Our supervisor even told us if we didn’t get all the orders done before the end of the day on Friday we
I have a spot picked out and everything.” Ted explained. “Hold on a second, I know this street. Are we going to get who I think we are?” “Yes, we are.” He said with a smile. We rounded the corner to see the street littered with at least seventy five to one hundred zombies all laying dead. “What on earth?” I asked in bewilderment. “Didn’t you know, Jim has a bunch of guns, he goes hunting all of the time.” Ted parked the car and hopped out to waved at something. I looked and saw someone sitting on the roof of a house in a lawn chair, holding a rifle, waving back at us. Jim was one of those guys who would disappear for a couple weeks in November to go hunting. I was always under the assumption he caught a bad case of the flu or something. “I was wondering when you would be coming by.” Jim called out to us. “Had to stop and pick up the rest of the group.” Ted replied “Hey Dave, hey Eric, how you guys holding up?” “Pretty good considering, but I think that Dave need to relax some.” “Relax? As far as we know, everyone on the planet is becoming a flesh eating zombie and I’m supposed to relax?” “Never mind him, our party will calm him down. Grab the stuff we need and we will meet you in your