Short+story+-+Boden

It was a sunny day on Dead Island, and people were busy relaxing in the Pacific sun. The palm trees were slowly moving in the cool breeze, while kids and adults alike splashed in the pool. Alas, this calm mood was not to be for much longer, for later that day, the Infection started. Scientists had dismissed the Infection as a myth, the domain of zombie apocalypse writers. The truth was that every time the Green Flu broke out, the military was called in to level the town of origin, which the government quickly covered up with an asspull, usually about "undiscovered underground volcanos", that only erupt once, and "become dormant, never to erupt again". Everyone with half a brain knows that the explanations are bullshit, and that the Green Flu, cause of the Infection, is real. Some people lucky enough to survive the onslaught by Infected and the military tell the story of "zombies, who used to be people". There were also stories of "mutated zombies, one spat acid, one could that leap long distances and disembowel you, and one that was like a giant gorilla, and could throw cars and pull apart the ground". Some people are naturally immune to the Infection, these people are called Survivors. Jack woke up, startled by noises he could hear outside. His parents weren't around the hotel room, they had gone out to dinner. He looked through the looking hole on the door to the hallway outside the room, and he was scared at what he saw. Infected, clustered throughout the hallway. "Shit, not here too," he said. "The Infection, how did it get here, of all places?". He grabbed a big knife from the kitchen, and the first aid kit and pain pills from the bathroom, climbed out the window and slid down the fire escape. There, he was greeted with the sight of hundreds of Infected, stumbling around. He knew that someone would have raised the alarm, so the military would already be on their way. He needed a way out, and fast. Jack proceeded to cut through swathes of Common Infected, and eventually reached a firearms deposit, where people had their last stand before being overrun. He picked up a chainsaw, and a Desert Eagle .50AE. He knew he had to find a way off the island, so Jack proceeded to make his way down to the marina, gunning down and cutting through the zombies on the way. Not long from the marina, he encountered a problem. He saw a horribly mutated zombie, with massive muscle mass, and big hands. It was 8 feet tall, and walked on its knuckles and feet, like a gorilla. He knew exactly what it was. A Tank. He crouched behind the wall, and a piece of paper floated down in front of him. It said "Remain calm, and wait for official instructions.". It was one of those signs from CEDA. "Pfft, wait my ass," Jack said, reloading his Desert Eagle. "Kill all sons-of-bitches, that's my official instruction. Man, I've always wanted to say that." He stepped out from behind cover, and emptied an entire clip of .50 calibre Action Express rounds, more than enough to kill a man, into the Tank's head. It just turned around, and got mad. It pulled a giant slab of concrete from the ground, and threw it at Jack. Jack jumped out of the way, and the slab missed him by a centimetre. The Tank came charging towards him. He pulled out the chainsaw, started it up, and just as the Tank was about to turn him into a human pancake, he revved the chainsaw to full speed, and shoved it straight through the Tank. It let out a single roar, fell over, and died. "Shit," Jack said. "If I stay here much longer, my life expectancy is going to drop sharply." When he finally got to the marina, he ran towards a large boat, which, upon inspection, was free of zombies, and had a week's worth of food for 6 people. "Hmm," he said. "Keys in the ignition, check. Food, check. Free of zombies, check. Ok, let's go." He cast off the ropes holding the boat to the pontoon, and drove off, inputting mainland Hawaii on the GPS. Just after he was 1km away from the shore, the military planes flew over, and bombed the entire island, turning it into nothing more than rubble. He sailed off into the sunset, safe in the knowledge he had escaped the Infection. 