Life After Death

By Jeffrey Reames

My name is Davina Briggs. I’m seventeen and the Zombie Apocalypse just started. At least, I think it has. Watching viral YouTube videos of recently deceased standing up, sometimes missing an arm, or with their entrails falling to the ground, is a good sign of the end of the world.

The government might call it a virus. I don’t know how far this virus will spread. I don’t know if it will ever stop. All I know is, it sure doesn’t look good.

I lost contact with my Dad a few days ago. He is on a business trip to Denver. Dad is far from the hills of Tennessee, where we live. He promised me he would make it home. I pray that he does. Dad is all I have!

I will not cry. Nope. Not going to do it.

My Dad is a prepper. Friends and family snickered at us. Who is laughing now? I’m packing things and move them to the bunker. It is a fortification on top of our three car garage. I call it the fort. There is a small home up there with all we need. My Dad thinks of everything. There is an armory, medicine, and solar power. I’m sure I... hopefully, we will be okay from the zombies and anything else that confronts us.

The power is flickering. I must climb to the fort. Pull up the ladder and hunker down. Please let my Dad make it home. I know I can make it by myself. My Dad taught me well but, I don’t want to be alone for the end of the world.

This is my journal of the zombie apocalypse. Hopefully, someone will read it one day.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeffrey Reames
• Release date: Oct 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310012068

Jeffrey Reames

Jeff credits his 11th grade teacher for prompting him to write and have fun with his creative mind.He credits John Grisham for really introducing him to the "page turner."So, when he's not chasing after three dogs, a rambunctious six year old, and wife, he attempts to write.He's ready for others to read and enjoy his varied collection from children's to teen adventure, suspense/thriller, to horror. And, like many authors has pieces of all lengths to enthrall all his readers and hopefully, leave them wanting a bit more!

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LIFE AFTER DEATH

By Jeffrey Reames

Copyright 2020 Jeffrey Reames

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REMAIN CALM

October 2nd, 2013

You are screwed when the President on your TV screen telling you to remain calm and stay in your house. Law Enforcement and the national guard are dealing with this outbreak. The CDC is working to eradicate the virus effecting certain people in our country.

Like I said, we are screwed. Big time!

I'm sitting here watching the President speak, as parts of DC burn in the background. I'm cleaning the rifle my dad gave me last year for Christmas. The virus hasn't hit here yet, but I smell smoke and see some off in the distance. We are still a little more country, out in a suburb of Chattanooga, if ya wanna call it that, here in Ooltewah. It means the beginning of a river or spring, in one of the Indian languages. In any case, we have 10 acres of land, sitting on a tiny hill, with fields of grass in all directions. To the east we have trees, which lead up a small mountain pass. At the top, about 1500 feet up, there is a beautiful lake with some enormous fish.

Ooltewah is still country enough for a gal like me to enjoy hunting and fishing. I admit I'm a hip nerd and softball star. Oklahoma, Texas, and the university of Tennessee all want me for my 70 mile per hour fastball and my wicked rise ball. For those of you in the baseball world, after adjusting for distances, that is the equivalent to a 95 mile per hour fastball.

My name is Davina Briggs and I'm 17. I am a blonde, with long straight hair and yes, that's as far as the dumb blonde stereotype goes. I have a 4.0 GPA. I wear glasses covering my blue-green eyes. I wish I was taller, at 5'5, but heels help me with that when I wear them. I probably won't need to wear them soon. My boobs are small, but not too small. My ass fits nicely in a pair of jeans. I don't have to ask, Do these jeans make me look fat? I know that they don't. Confidence is not an issue for me. (I don't know if you, the reader of this, is some stranger or not, but at least you'll have an idea of what I look like in your mind.)

School has been out for the last two days because of this virus that looks likes something from The Walking Dead. Some kids are a little slow and think this virus is great! No school! They don't realize how bad things are or will get if this can't be contained. The government isn't saying much, but come on, it is all over the Internet and YouTube!  

A video of three male that look like zombies attack a poor paramedic that is trying to help them, has over six million hits in three days. I'm surprised they still have it up on YouTube. Blood spurts from the paramedic's neck after a bite. He screams a horrible high-pitched noise, as they rip him open and begin eating his intestines. After a minute, the screams end. The part that always gives me chills is when the bloody corpse sits up, while they are eating him. The zombie like men: stop, standup, and walk away. The paramedic, or what's left of him, stands up. His disemboweled intestines fall to the ground. He steps and squishes them as he follows the zombie men.

That video makes me wish that my dad was here. I lost contact with him two days ago. He is on a business trip to Denver. Of all the times he has to go on a business trip (like two a year,) it is when this mess starts. The phones and Internet keep crapping out on me, but there's still power. 

My mom isn't around to help or keep me calm either. My mom died while giving birth to me. I never knew her. I wish at times she was here. Dad helps as much as he can. He's the best pseudo mom a gal could have, but he is the best dad around!

Not everyone knows this about my dad, but he is a doomsday prepper. It isn't like I would go around telling my friends about it. Duh! I love my dad, but I don't want to be known as the kid with the crazy dad. Most of our