Wake up John, Wake up... [a crack at fan fiction]

[BelMarduk 169]

     I awoke to the water lapping on my face. I'm not sure how long I was out. As a matter of fact I am not sure of many things. I remember boarding the The Queens Rose luxury liner with my loving wife Karen. I took ill, food poisoning I think, and spent some days in the infirmary aboard that ship. That was sometime last April, the leaves are starting to change color, where am I and when is this? Exactly how I got on this beach, I have no Idea. The beauty of the beach, the calm serenity is eerily beautiful. No time to waste, might as well figure out where I am at. Running along the lonely beach thoughts meander through my head. "Will I make friends with a soccer ball" I chuckle to myself. I don't have a soccer ball. These silly thoughts I've used to pass the time running are replaced by a great sense of joy at the sights of cranes rising above the horizon. The rumbling in my stomach doesn't bother me so much as I see civilization. Happy days!

 

     As I approach the city, I see some locals meandering in a field by a barn. I hope they have a phone I can use I think to myself as I walk towards them. Thats when It started to hit me. The rank putrid smell hanging in the air. The noises they made, oh god the noises they made. I ran. I seen a small open garage, what luck. I can find shelter within. I duck inside and quickly close the door. I hear that guy outside banging on the door. Bath salts, drugs? I remember reading something about people going crazy on drugs. I find a few pieces of metal, some car parts, an old hunting knife, a can of beans, and an axe. The door smashes down and the crazy man bursts in. I tried to reason with him. I tried. He would not listen. He tried to bite me, honest. I had to do it, I had to swing the axe. The broadside of the axe knocked the man aside. I heard the crunch of his arm and shoulder shattering. He didn't make a sound aside from the shrieks and moans he had been making. His onslaught never stopped, I had to swing again. The axe sunk into his side, yet he is still grabbing for me. I lunge forward and he falls down below me, I stomp on his head. He is quiet.

     I can't stop shaking. What is happening. I sit down on on a tool crate in the corner of the garage, to gather my whits. I hear more moaning and shrieking outside the garage, My mind is racing. I hear the pop of a gun off in the distance. Seems to have come from the direction of town. The moaning seems to be subsiding a bit, so I gain the courage to look out the window. *Pop* *Pop* more gunfire, much closer now. I look closer at the people I see, their skin, the same pale grey as this drug addict I had to defend myself from. What did this whole neighborhood have a bath salts party? What the hell is going on here? More gunfire, getting closer.

     I see a man running towards the beach, being chased by a whole crowd. Occasionally turning around to shoot one of them. 'Oh my god' I think to myself. Where are the police? There are three uniforms in the mob chasing the man. Why are they not shooting back? The man turns towards the crowd running backwards with his pistol raised. He must have been out of bullets because what I saw next was right out of some crazy horror movie. The mob swarmed this man and disemboweling him. I am sure I seen a few eat his entrails.  I spend an hour holed up in the garage, watching, listening. I keep telling myself This can not be real. I hear sporadic gunfire off in  the distance.  The door behind be bursts open, A thought occurred to me some time later, when I reflected back on that first day (DayZ I call it, everything is so fucking backward in this world, The day my world ended). I wonder if I looked just as scared as he did. I almost took his head off with that axe. "Friendly, Friendly Friendly" he yelled. I swung hard at that thing chasing him.

 

"Thank man, for not killing me", he says, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm John, I think, I really can't remember" I greet him.

"Dean"  he replies extending his hand in friendship.

"What the hell is going on"? I ask. He tells me the tale of the outbreak. The story of how NATO, Russian and Chinese attempts to contain the outbreak failed. The complete breakdown of governments, infrastructure, and society.

"Look, there are three kinds kinds of people out there" he explains. "Killers, survivors, and those things. Although I don't think those things are still people"

"What day is today?" I ask.

"August 28th, I think"

"Wait, I boarded a cruse liner in April for a 2 week holiday" I say in a low voice as I collapse back down onto the crate my head falling into my hands.

"We can't stay here" Dean urges. "There is a Grocery store right up the coast in the city. We need to get some food and supplies and get out of this area."

More gunfire, "Expect those bullets to be coming at you. That can of beans you have can mean the difference between life and death, and people will kill you for it"

 

     Dean and I made out way through Chernogorsk. We found supplies in the desolate city, food for a couple days. a change of cloths, a camping tent, and some weapons. Those 'things' are easily avoided, if you don't let them see or her you.

"Last stop out of town is the hospital" Dean says, "Its just on the other side of that wall" The large factory we were in was scattered with machinery. "We need to come back here later" I say out loud. An hour later and we are in the tree line, our back packs full of supplies, and my first kill of a non infected man. It was in self defense. We hike through the woods in the dusky light when we come across a small lake. Where we pitch our tent for the night. Its been a very long day, surprising how fast I fell asleep.

 

"wake up John" I hear the voice of my loving wife. The covers pulled up tight under my chin. "Wake up John" she says again, I feel the soft touch of her hand nudging me awake. I slide the covers down, swinging my legs off the bed. "Dear, I just had the strangest dream..." I start to tell my wife.

"Wake up damn it!" its not Karen's voice, it is Dean. The crack of gunfire, and the shrieking of the infected rips me from my slumber.

So starts Day 2...

 

EDIT: suggested formatting.

Edited December 14, 2013 by BelMarduk

[Korsbaek 1778]

Spaces! I can't read it like that!

 

Edit: I finally managed to read it. It was very nice, and well written. Thank you.

 

I still need those spaces though.

Edited December 14, 2013 by narkoman14