True combat is dead.
Down’s World
A story by Patrick Hyde.
Read it here for fwee.
Chapter Four
The Food Court
Joel: Whyyyyyyy! Arghhhhh
Joel cries with his face on the table
Nick, with his arm around Joel as they sit:
Nick: Joel it’s okay
Joel: Schubwaaaaayyyyyyy!
Joel sobs: Dead people
Nick joins in and sniffs
Jeremy and Joe sit and mutter in dismay
Joe looks at the burnt up Subway:
The the they going to pay…
Pal Zee: What do you mean Joe?
Nick: Zombies did this
Palzee: I don’t think so
Joel in agony: Shubwaaaaayyyyysh
Pal Zee: Boys, they don’t exist
Joel: They all died!!!
Joel: I don’t care what you saaaaaaayyyyy
Joe to Pal Zee: You li li lie
Joe indignant: Wha wha what is this:
He points at a dead body
Collapsed and rotting nearby
Pal Zee: Everybody died boys, I’m really sorry
Tears flow as in pain they cry
Joe to himself: This is really scary
Joel: Why won’t she come back?
Whyyyyyyy?
Jeremy sobbing: They’re dead Joel
Joel angry: Because because because, Germy!
Joel: I want my sister to help me
Joel balls his fists and screams:
I’m going to kill you asshole!!!
Nick with his arms around
Joel looks at Pal Zee: Joel misses…
Joel misses his family
Pal Zee moves in around
and hugs them to console
But there’s not much else to do
As all four are weeping just like Joel
Track Three:
Voice Recording
Perth, Western Australia
Saturday 24 September 2050
9:15pm
Linda Hegerty
True combat is dead
It died with those stinking drones
Like a bullet to the head
For now I’m all alone
When I join the other survivors
First on my list is to put Ai’s to bed
But I can’t do it on my own
I need to find real soldiers
People not easily led
I finally found a car with my phone
I jogged to the library and got WiFi bars
Searched ‘Antique car for sale’ on the net
Exhausted, running through suburban zones
On foot, I went pretty far
Twenty five kilometers today,
dripping with sweat
The key on a hook in a fancy home
So easy it’s bizarre
I was stepping over the dead
In a house in Peppermint Grove
I rigged a safe and made it blow
Cash. I had to fucking laugh
Subway is so easy to get
Every five kilometres down the road
Now all I need is a bar
Some real drinking buddies
Real men with whistles wet
I’ve got power now, I know
I can get somewhere with this car
An electric powered Nissan Zed
I need to find where the survivors go
My car, gun and phone will only take me so far
But not like those little, fucking freaks I’ve met
So far there’s no one else to show
At the library I Facebooked and Googled for hours
Until my battery was almost dead
I’m back at the library tomorrow
From my new deluxe house and car
It’s like everything comes for free
But I’m alone inside my head
I’ve got no friends to show
Even a soldier has a heart
It can’t just be only me
In the aftermath of death
Zombie Apocalypse
They run inside through the door
And over the disaster
The doggies eat in his laundry
From an endless auto feeder
Outside, by the freeway
The roadworks bot wasn’t shut down
As it digs its way to China
Inside, the dead Wendys girl slumps over
With her finger on the button
Of the strawberry shaker
Buzzing loudly, still mixing up in the blender
On the couch in front of TV
In their Avengers themed pyjamas
As Pal Zee cooks their favourite recipe
Green spinach and fresh lasagna
Joel: I love you little doggy!
He crouches in front of them
Pal Zee to the boys:
You all do the dishes after!
Joel walks around on all fours
The River Boys in fits of laughter
In the back alley the drone delivers the goods to the service door
The Subway bot scans the barcode
As a pack of dogs chase the running
Workout Bot
Beneath the barking he shouts:
C’mon, faster faster faster!
Linda cleans her gun with a cloth
So much for world disaster
Pal Zee scans a book on PTSD Called:
The War That Made a Martyr
Joel, Joe, Jeremy and Nick wash plates and cups, then put them away
For them there’s nothing harder
The message goes up on Twitter:
“Somehow we’ve made it.
Survivors leave your comments.”
The new-world’s first message from survivors