ALL THAT REMAINS BEYOND

In the apocalyptic remnants of the world All That Remains is us and THEM...

ATR Chapters

Ch. 77 The Stranger Approaches.

Posted by SGCaper on March 9, 2016 at 8:15 PM

Date: March 9, 2015. Time: Unknown. Location: Somewhere 65 miles from New Springfield


It's been six years since that fateful night. The tragic 911 call that came to announce the rising of the undead. The screams had been played by the media over and over again in the early days. The screams became symbolic of the times.

 


6.8 billion people hunted down to unknown millions. Could be hundreds of millions. Could be 1 million. Billions joined the ever growing ranks of the undead. Hundreds of millions more died due to the nuclear fallout. Still more found their end due to starvation, dehydration, the resurgence of once extinct illnesses, others to suicide, then there was the unspeakable loss of life at the hands of monsters.

 


Right now none of that mattered. Right now all there is is survival. The lone stranger needed to make it to New Springfield, come hell or horde.

 


He had hunkered down when it all happened. He had supplies to last several years. They'd run out 2 years ago. He'd spent the intervening time scavenging. There hasn't been much to find. Living things are scarce. Living things that are easy and safe to eat even more so. Then there's the water.

 


He'd seen all the movies growing up. He'd been a fan of that one show the Walking Walkers. Stupid name, "walkers." Were they all related to that Texas Ranger? His kids perhaps? Or had the people in that show never seen a zombie movie?

 


That would be some weird alternate reality shit. A world where no one made zombie movies. Or tv shows. Or t-shirts, bobble heads, candy. Mmm. He'd chop off his own hand for a candy bar. Perhaps a Snickers. He can see the commercial now; some undead bastard is chasing a bunch of people on a soccer field and someone yells, "Hey Mark eat a Snickers." The dumb fool holds his hand out to the zombie, candy bar in hand, the thing turns, grabs the arm, and tears into it. Blood squirts wildly into the air. The shambling piece of crap looks up, flesh clinging to its chin and winks at the camera teeth glistening. The fresh maker.

 


No. That's not right. Damn it. His thoughts are jumbled. It's hard to focus on any one thing for too long. Except for his goal. Get to New Springfield. The last people he came upon had told him all about it. They have big strong walls with armed guards at the top. Enough food and water for everyone. Enough food to plump them up. He was tired of thin, bony, wiry meals. He dreamed of fat, soft, scrumptious morsels.

 


He licked his lips just thinking about it. New Springfield. The ultimate all you can eat buffet. He was nearly there.

 

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4 Comments

Reply SGCaper
9:35 PM on March 26, 2016 
Shay Grogan says...
The snickers commercial imagery is hilarious.


Thanks! That's what I was hoping for. :D
Reply Shay Grogan
9:18 PM on March 10, 2016 
The snickers commercial imagery is hilarious.
Reply SGCaper
11:48 AM on March 10, 2016 
Greg Allen says...
Welcome back, I've missed you!!


Thanks man. It's good to be back. I have lots of stories to tell. So stay tuned.
Reply Greg Allen
7:54 AM on March 10, 2016 
Welcome back, I've missed you!!