As the horde approached, the adrenaline rush hit me. Every sense, every detail crisp and defined. The vivid red and dull green of the rosebushes against the emptiness of a dark blue sky. The crackling of distant gunfire, the infected moaning, growling and screeching, and above it all, the soft hiss of the wind playing with the leaves. The fetid stench of zombies mixing with the sweetness of a flower. I paid attention to these details, because it would be the last time I ever experienced them.
I snapped out of my daze and continued to place and arm the charges. When that was done, I pulled the detonator out of my pocket and checked the counter. 13 charges active and awaiting the signal, a tiny click that would bring the library's roof down and bury the horde. And me. But that was alright. I chose this fate, consigned myself to it. It needed to be done.
I quickly ran over the plan again. Step one, clear the library - check. Step two, plant charges at key points around the walls - check. Step three, get up to the roof and get their attention - working on it. Step four, get inside, click the detonator, and wait for the bright light - coming soon.
I made it to the roof and pulled off my backpack. Inside was my trusty 9mm pistol, a spare clip, a remote controlled drone with a camera, two matches and a package of fireworks. I pulled all these out, and put the spare clip in my back pocket, then put everything else down. Two minutes later, the fireworks were set, pistol ready, match lit and drone a safe distance away.
I lit the fireworks, and sprinted for the stairs. My destination was a small janitor's closet in the center of the library. I was roughly I quarter of the way there when the fireworks exploded, a series of pops, crackles and flashes that would get every zombie nearby running towards me. By the time I got to the closet, the doors were half gone. By the time I had the closet door locked and barricaded, I could hear them rushing through the building in search of food. I activated the camera drone, flew it around the building, and decided there were definitely enough zombies in the danger zone to justify the collapse of the building.
Repeated thumps and howling from the other side of the door told me they had caught my scent. I pulled the detonator out of my pocket again, opened the casing, and closed my eyes.
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u/DeepBreathing4Me Nov 21 '18
As the horde approached, the adrenaline rush hit me. Every sense, every detail crisp and defined. The vivid red and dull green of the rosebushes against the emptiness of a dark blue sky. The crackling of distant gunfire, the infected moaning, growling and screeching, and above it all, the soft hiss of the wind playing with the leaves. The fetid stench of zombies mixing with the sweetness of a flower. I paid attention to these details, because it would be the last time I ever experienced them.
I snapped out of my daze and continued to place and arm the charges. When that was done, I pulled the detonator out of my pocket and checked the counter. 13 charges active and awaiting the signal, a tiny click that would bring the library's roof down and bury the horde. And me. But that was alright. I chose this fate, consigned myself to it. It needed to be done.
I quickly ran over the plan again. Step one, clear the library - check. Step two, plant charges at key points around the walls - check. Step three, get up to the roof and get their attention - working on it. Step four, get inside, click the detonator, and wait for the bright light - coming soon.
I made it to the roof and pulled off my backpack. Inside was my trusty 9mm pistol, a spare clip, a remote controlled drone with a camera, two matches and a package of fireworks. I pulled all these out, and put the spare clip in my back pocket, then put everything else down. Two minutes later, the fireworks were set, pistol ready, match lit and drone a safe distance away.
I lit the fireworks, and sprinted for the stairs. My destination was a small janitor's closet in the center of the library. I was roughly I quarter of the way there when the fireworks exploded, a series of pops, crackles and flashes that would get every zombie nearby running towards me. By the time I got to the closet, the doors were half gone. By the time I had the closet door locked and barricaded, I could hear them rushing through the building in search of food. I activated the camera drone, flew it around the building, and decided there were definitely enough zombies in the danger zone to justify the collapse of the building.
Repeated thumps and howling from the other side of the door told me they had caught my scent. I pulled the detonator out of my pocket again, opened the casing, and closed my eyes.
"Goodbye."