The Zombie Fighters
We stood back to back in the old basement. Joey held his sword off to his left, and I held mine up with the blade in front of my face. We made a deadly team, but the zombie horde upstairs would be the biggest one we’d ever faced.
Joey turned his San Diego Padres cap around backwards. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” I rushed the stairway with Joey at my heels.
The zombies almost looked surprised. I probably imagined it, because they don’t have any emotions or feelings. They’d already eaten half the families in town, and I recognized a few of them as having been local people. I stepped into the shell of the burned out house and made sure to move far enough that Joey could support me.
I lowered my sword and thrust through the face of the first one, making sure to slice on the draw so my blade wouldn’t get stuck. He fell in a heap of stinking rotten flesh, and I swung at one to my right.
Joey gave a masterful stroke, slicing completely through one Zombie and into the skull of the one beside it. “That was my Tony Gwynn swing, you bastards.”
“Looks like you hit a double. There’s home runs waiting in the other room.”
We worked our way through the sooty kitchen and into the living room. Seventeen of the damned things greeted us there.
The fight was long and bloody. Joey went to his knees, but I rescued him before he got bitten. That only left the upstairs bedrooms to clear. Should be a breeze after what we’d already accomplished.
Joey led the way up this staircase, and we took care to avoid the ledge. The fire destroyed the railing and it was a long drop.
We kicked open doors and slashed our way room by room until we were the only things left standing.
The last room looked like it must have been the master bedroom. The fire damaged it more than the others. Even the exterior wall and roof were gone.
I tested the floor with each step. No sense surviving the zombies and falling through a crumbling floor. I looked out towards town, and everything was quiet as the sun dipped behind a ridge. More zombies moved though the forest, and they were coming our way.
Joey grabbed a ruined pillowcase and hung it from a nail.
“What’s that for?”
“It’s our flag. This is where we make our stand. If we get split up, we meet back here.”
“Good idea. This can be our fort.” I dropped my stick-sword onto the sooty floor. “Only we’ll have to defend it tomorrow.”
“But they’re almost here.”
I wrapped an arm around my brother’s shoulder. “The street lights came on. You know how mom gets if we don’t go home right away. Schools out now, we have all summer to defend our fort.”
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This is my reminder that I have two books of short stories and micro-fiction available. There are plenty of Halloween suitable stories among these pages.
The best news is they are only 99¢ each. If you enjoyed Macabre Macaroni this year, maybe these books are what you’re looking for.
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Thank you.
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Another mini masterpiece, it will be a shame when Halloween is over!
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Aw. That was sweet! 🙂
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Glad you liked it.
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The final Macabre Macaroni of 2016.
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Thanks again.
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You’re welcome.
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Fun way to end it this year. Remember days like that. If it wasn’t zombies, it was ninjas, pirates, wolves, or robots. How did we survive our horde-filled childhoods?
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Out west it was cowboys and Indians, but WWII also played a role.
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Closest we came to WWII was when we got into G.I. Joe. There was a vast amount of fantasy and sci-fi in the 80’s for some reason. Even G.I. Joe had sci-fi with Serpentor.
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All of our uncles and grandparents were actually in the war. My uncle had some old airplane fuselages at his sheet metal shop and we used to play in them. Wish I knew what models they were now. There were a couple of Jeeps and trucks too.
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That sounds like fun to play with. Can’t think of anything to compare it to.
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That was cute. Another good one!!
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Thanks.
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We made forts in the tall coffee weeds behind my grandmother’s and with the bales of hay in the barn….but never had imaginative play like this. I bet you were a fun kid to hang out with. Great story.
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There were so many snow forts. We dug a tunnel with multiple rooms into a ditch bank once. Boy did we get in trouble for that one after our parents found out.
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Personally, I’m glad for this one, phew! I’ve read so many scary stories and watched so many scary movies, I’m afraid of everything lately! lol I felt like when he put his arm around his brother, I got comforted! 🙂
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They shouldn’t all be blood and gore. In fact, I try to avoid that. If I’m unpredictable, my twist endings stand a better chance.
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I agree.I crave a good twist 🙂
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Boys will be boys. Time changes but not boys, though this is a new version of old games. 😀 BOO!
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Have a happy Halloween, and glad you liked it.
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Ha ha. I did indeed. 😀
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Yummy pesto sauce with this one! 😉
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Ha ha.
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Nice one. Reminded me of the games we played as kids. No zombies though.
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Us too, but zombies are kind of a new things.
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🙂
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Nice. When I was a kid it was all army or cowboys, no zombies in the picture then.
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Zombies are still a thing now, and it fit the theme better. We played army and cowboys too.
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I saw you had a picture of Lisa on a dock, with a sea monster grabbing a political candidate. I thought that was going to be a macabre macaroni. Did I miss one, or has work fried my short-term memory?
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No it was to promote a story in my second Experimental Notebook. I think I’ll recycle it for a Tuesday in November. I don’t make many political statements, but election day could be appropriate.
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I see. I’ve started the second notebook, but haven’t finished it yet.
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Take your time. I want you to be happy with it. That’s the beauty of short form. You don’t have to read back to get into the story again, because it’s a new story.
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I can’t believe that’s the last one… October has flown by this year.
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It seems that way, but during all the promo stuff it kind of dragged on too.
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