Zombie Mart [DRAFT]

Part 4: Rescuers Not Required

Jul 27, 2018   ◦   ~ 350 words / 2 minutes

A scream rang out, echoing slightly in the warehouse-style store. It came from the electronics aisle. Dusty and Gun ran there as fast as they could.

As they turned into the aisle the only person there was a woman with dark crinkly hair, looking at a box containing an external hard drive enclosure.

“Dear lord, this is outrageous!” She said.

“Was that you screaming?” Gun asked, breathing heavily. That was the longest distance he’d run since school. Man, had he hated PE.

“Sorry, yes. Haven’t been in the States long. I thought this price was in pounds for a moment. Terrifying!”

“Ah, yes, well. I guess it would be?” Dusty muttered.

“Oh, man. We thought you were being attacked,” Gun said.

“Only my sensibilities.” As she said this, a shambling zombie rounded the other side of the aisle.

“Behind you–” Before Gun could finish his sentence, she whipped her head around and spotted the creature. It snarled, blood dripping from its lips. Apparently, it had already had lunch, and thought she was going to be its dessert.

In a single motion she jumped up and thrust her leg out in a powerful kick. Dusty could hear the zombie’s jaw break from where he stood, halfway down the aisle. After the creature’s head snapped around and it fell over — seemingly as surprised as the boys were — the leggy limey raised the box she was holding over her head and… Splut! She spilled its brains all over the floor.

“Disgusting bugger isn’t it?!” She said, staring at its oozing remains. Turning around to look at them, “That was a zombie, wasn’t it?”

“I’ll tell you what that was… It was awesome, lady!” Gun said, a wide grin spread across his face.

“Octavia.” She said.


“Octavia Spencer, that’s my name.”

“Oh, hi.” Gun’s grin grew to a smile.

“I’m Dusty, that’s Gun, and this is completely crazy… But if I’ve learned anything from the movies, it’s that we need to make sure there aren’t any more of these things in the store. And quickly!”

“Right, makes sense,” Octavia said, nodding.

“So, uh…” Gun glanced at the pool of zombie brains on the floor. “We definitely shouldn’t split up. Right?”


Zombie Mart [DRAFT] Part 3: Dick for Brains
Jul 20, 2018  ○  ~ 450 words / 2 minutes


Zombie Mart [DRAFT] Part 5: Hoe Down
Nov 10, 2019  ○  ~ 450 words / 2 minutes