Freedom To Make What You Want To Make!

Rusted Spike

“You know the greatest thing about this whole damn mess?” Asked the massive bearded man named Horace, as he looked around the door and out into the dark expanse beyond.

His single companion looked up, puzzled “What mess?” he asked.

“This! The dead rising, civilization as we know it, gone! Consumer goods, energy, public transportation, all that stuff!” Said Horace.

Again his companion looked puzzled “I wasn’t aware there was an upside to all of that”

“Oh there is” the man pulled a vicious metal spike with a wad of paper at one end from the small bag he was carrying “It’s called Freedom. And not the supposed ‘freedom’ we had before all this went down, but true freedom, to go where we want to go, do what we want to do, and make what we want to make”

The other man stood up, lit a match and set the wad of paper on fire “I guess you have a point, although that sounded like something you’ve been dying to say all day”

Horace smiled, swung the flaming spike through the open door, and rammed it home, deep into a nearby zombies shoulder. As the creature turned toward him, Horace lashed out, kicking the creature away from him and slamming the door shut with a loud bang. Crouching low he pushed his weight against the door, and with a giant thud, the zombie threw its weight against the door, hitting it in mad frenzy to tear the door down and reach the occupants inside. With the sound of rapid shuffles the pummeling began to get stronger and louder as more and more zombies crowded around the door trying to get in. Pushing with all his might Horace braced himself against the door and smiled as the crackle of burning zombie drifted over the sound of zombie flesh hitting the old wooden door.

Suddenly with a massive bang, the makeshift spike-grenade finally detonated. The top half of the door shattered inwards as smoke, blood and bone billowed and sprayed into the room. Checking he was ok Horace stood up and looked out through the shattered door at the cluster of charred and torn bodies on the other side.

“Like I said lad, Freedom, you can practically smell it there’s so much around here!”


5 Responses to Freedom To Make What You Want To Make!

  1. anonymous says:

    Railroad spike-derived explosive devices.


  2. biddie says:

    Love, love, LOVE the zombie theme. I am going make my way thru your archives and read them all.
    I loved the one about the monk. This is stuff of real nightmares.

  3. only1rob says:

    Glad you like them 🙂

  4. rusty shackleferd says:

    woo spike them zombies, seems like you usea lot of big bearded men in your stories, lol, they survive the best

  5. only1rob says:

    Heh, I hadent noticed that before. I guess the symbology behind a large bearded man suggests a survivor, so its kind of a natural fit for me to use.

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