Morning Brew

zombie coffee

Jack stumbled into the kitchen bleary eyed, grabbed the freshly brewed coffee carafe and poured himself a steaming black cup of wake up juice. He dropped a heaped teaspoon of sugar into the cup and walked out onto the wooden balcony, squinting in the bright morning light.

Steve leaned back from the propped up binoculars and took a long gulp of his own morning brew and said “He’s still going”.

Jack didn’t respond, he continued to look out over the river and the buildings spread out along its embankment.

“I said he’s still going” shouted Steve, tugging at Jacks robe. Jack reached up and pulled an ear plug free, wincing as the sirens wail pierced through his sleep addled brain. “I know, how much longer do you think he can keep it up?” he asked back.

“I’m not sure, but two solid days and nights of cranking the thing must be driving him insane” said Steve as he leaned forward and put his eye to the lens. Down by the river below them, a tall guard tower stood in the middle of an open field. Sitting in the tower a man was desperately cranking an old air raid siren, its long screaming tones echoing out far across the river and beyond. Below him at the base of the tower milled over a hundred zombies, drawn by the sound and now trapping the man in a makeshift prison.

Jack began to put his ear plug back in, paused, frowned and picked up a spare set of binoculars, training them in on the far off guard tower. “Is it slowing down?” he asked as the siren began to audibly slow, whining down from its high pitched peak and down below the normal return tone. Squinting at the distant scene, he could make out the man moving around the top of the tower at a feverish pace as the siren began to wind to a halt.

Grabbing a large object from the middle of the tower, the man bent over it, stood up, and then hurled himself over the railing, arms and legs tightly wrapped around the object. With what Jack imagined was a bone crunching thud, the man hit the ground, crushing a zombie beneath him and disappearing from view as the remaining zombies descended on him.

Steve raised an eyebrow, “Well that was..”

With a flash of light, flame and black smoke the base of the tower, zombies and ground were engulfed in a vicious explosion. From their vantage point Steve and Jack could make out body parts raining down as the tower began to collapse into the smoke. Seconds later the explosions roar rolled over them.

Steve blinked “Unexpected”

Jack nodded his head “Not something you see every day, for sure”

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3 Responses to Morning Brew

  1. A. Morisson says:

    Great!

    Check out my Zombie Research Society blog at:

    http://www.ZombieResearch.net

    Hope you like it, and keep up the good work!

    AM

  2. only1rob says:

    All ready have :-)

    Theres a link to your site over there on the right :-)

  3. duy says:

    i like how chill and nonchalant their reactions were. reminds me of myself

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