Zombies!

By Lelanthran Krishna Manickum

Zombies are people too ...

Meet George. With his neighbours out for his blood, his coworkers after his hide and his ex-wife going in for the kill, George has had a really bad start to his day. It gets worse when the Zombie apocalypse happens, and people whom he has never even met actually do want to find out what his spleen tastes like (chicken, most likely, everything does, eventually, and with enough mayo). Now that everyone he knows has turned into flesh-eating monsters (well .... except for his ex-wife; she was always a tad blood-thirsty anyway), what’s a man to do but grab the first-aid box, the lunchbox and the ammo box and head for the hills.

Zombies were people too ...

What kind of Zombie outbreak would take it’s chances in the leafy suburbs of Johannesburg, South Africa, undisputed crime-capital of the world? What kind of Zombie outbreak would happen in Johannesburg, a place where even the pitbulls go around in pairs? A place where you can hide a brainless body for years simply by electing it? What kind of outbreak indeed?
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This one, that’s what! Zombies have never had it this bad before ... There’s gunfire, explosions, hostage-taking, dismemberment, immolation and disembowelment ... and that’s only the pest control companies fighting the annual rat infestation.

Zombies ate people too ...

These Zombies are tough. These Zombies are mean. These Zombies are frighteningly smart too; smart enough to outwit the cops (although, to be fair to the Zombies, even algae sometimes outwitted the boys in blue) and smart enough to hire their own lawyer, who also turned out to be extremely tough herself ... tough, and a little stringy too.

Zombies hate people too ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lelanthran Krishna Manickum
• Release date: Dec 9, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466085657

Lelanthran Krishna Manickum

Developer, researcher and sometimes writer. I tweet the release of every short story I write. If you want to leave me a message, my contact details are on my website. My website has further short writings in the form of blog postings, but, alas, my blog contains only non-fiction.

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Zombies!

©Lelanthran Krishna Manickum

December 2011

Smashwords Edition

Today ...

… George awoke on the floor of his bathroom. His head was pounding, his mouth was furry and his eyeballs hurt; in other words, George had a hangover. What had happened last night? Some big bash?, he thought. Memory seeped slowly into his brain, fragments of what, from the the way his body felt, must have been one hell of a party. Now that he’d had the time to take stock, he found that it was worse than he thought. His stomach was screaming bloody murder, his head felt like it had an axe embedded in it, his legs couldn’t support him without his hands gripping the basin, purple dots danced in his vision and it felt like there were knives stuck into his kidneys. He checked himself just to be sure - yup, it was only a hangover, no sharp objects at all. Pity; this would mean that he’d have to live through this without even the peaceful rest of death.

Throwing up into the toilet bowl George screamed a resolution in his head, a resolution made hundreds of times before, all over the universe by every race that had discovered alcohol, I SHALL NEVER DRINK AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE I SWEAR OH GOD IS THAT PURPLE WOBBLY BIT IN THE TOILET MY LIVER I JUST THREW UP PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE LET IT BE A KIDNEY AT LEAST I HAVE TWO OF THOSE OH FUCK THIS I WILL NEVER EVER DRINK AGAIN I SWEAR BUT PLEASE OH GOD MAKE IT BE ANYTHING BUT MY LIVER.

His vomiting fit completed, George plopped down next to the toilet bowl and tried to scream his anguish and agony at the world, and then found out why this is not possible after you’ve thrown up bits of lung tissue. Coughing his anguish and agony instead, George once again tried to piece together a few shards of memory of what had happened last night. Office party, wasn’t it? Alcohol was involved, no doubt, although he did seem to have a vague recollection of smoking weed. Wait a minute! Wasn’t one of the effects of weed the loss of short-term memory? Great - that went some way towards explaining things then. He’d obviously partaken of Vitamin Green in copious amounts. Mary Jane, George ruminated, was a bitch!.

Finally, having spent five minutes on the floor gathering the