Survivors: A Collection of Short Stories

By Elizabeth Mohamed

How did you not lose your mind? ...

Who is to say I didnt? I still talk to Tom every day, Sara questioned, Who is to say that this isnt another one of my hallucination?

What if this really is a hallucination? It certainly is a good one with food and water and a person talking to me but does it mean I am about to die? That I am just minutes from dying and my brain is giving me one last happy illusion before that zombie eats me? ... Did I really want to wake up if that is the case?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499084863

Elizabeth Mohamed

Elizabeth Mohamed is a converted Muslim who enjoys her stay-at-home life in New York with her husband and pets. She is most comfortable with a book in hand, mildly introverted she loves fantasy, fiction, and post-apocalyptic works. She often finds herself enmeshed in these fantasies that help shape her writing. She prides herself on learning as much as she can about the different genres especially the different types of post-apocalyptic worlds. Elizabeth can spin a tale and keep you entrapped in the mystery until the final paragraph makes you sad to stop. She can be contacted at [e-mail]. Peace Out!

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Copyright © 2014 by Elizabeth Mohamed.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014918551

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Rev. date: 10/15/2014

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Contents

Fort Himaya

Dana’s Story Part 1

Dana’s Last Story

Tom’s Story

Sara’s Story

Junior’s Story

To my darling husband, Moe.

Thank you for not once complaining when I spent the whole night working. Without you this story would never had been finished.

To everyone that encouraged me and let me use them as a sounding board when I got stuck, thank you.

FORT HIMAYA

M any, many years before, before even the first whisper of the dead eating the living in England, Fort Himaya was built. No one knew who built it, for the owner remained anonymous till the United States panic and then it did not matter who built it. When it was still in the building stages Fort Himaya had been in the middle of nowhere, though with time a city came to flourish around it.

The inside had an old castle feel to it, like the old castles of England. It was both ancient and modern, able to switch between the times when needed. The first floor had no windows, just little slits only big enough to get an arrow through with iron covers that slid down if needed. The first floor also served as the social floor. The only full kitchen was in the back with two dining rooms on each side of it. There also was a room that had hundreds, if not thousands, of books lining its walls and shelves. There were couches and big overstuffed chairs to sit on. There was even a table or two with high straight back chairs to sit at if someone chose to do so. There was a room that had a giant television which was skillfully hidden when not used and containing many, many different types of tables. Gin and black jack tables lined the room with tables for Texas Hold’em and everything else in the middle. The last room on the first floor held a giant swimming pool that started out at two feet and went to twelve feet with diving boards on the deep end. The roof of this room was glass so that the sun could come through and help warm the water.

The other floors were made of suites. Each suite had one to four bedrooms with one to two bathrooms, depending on the number of bedrooms. They also came with a private living area and a small kitchenette that included a small refrigerator and a small sink. There were over a hundred of these suites arranged on the different floors with no real sense of order. Behind the castle there sat a ground keeper’s cottage that would later serve as the leader’s living/work area.

The castle sat in the middle of two hundred acres of land with only the different odd and end buildings dotting the landscape. There was a five level parking garage underground that shared a wall with the vast underground storage unit whose only entrance was in the kitchen. A stone wall that was twelve feet high and six feet wide surrounded the whole two hundred acres. The wall had only one way in or out which was covered by an iron gate that rolled along the inside of the wall when opened. This wall had guard towers every so often; each in sight of the last guard tower so that the chain of sight was never broken. Except for the few buildings, the castle, and the road; the land inside of the wall had been untouched. The road was a paved lane, just big enough for two cars side by side, which went from the gate to the front door in a circular fashion. It was laid out so that the cars could drop off their load at the front door and then go back down the lane or use the turn that would take it into the underground parking lot.

As time went on the estate was finally finished and the owner turned it into a resort for the rich and famous. The years went by and a town sprung up around the estate. That town aged into a sprawling city that soon went all around the wall. It was an unusual