Nice to meet ya. Name’s Matt, Matthew, Mateo, whatever you feel like calling me. Most people call me Matt so I guess that. I just left that house I got attacked in, and heading back to Base Camp. It’s basically what me and my friends/fellow survivors call our home. It’s actually a mansion we decided to occupy during the whole mess.
Oh, in case you haven’t realized, the zombie apocalypse happened, and just about everyone is dead.
I was at my university when I became aware of it, and had to work my ass off to save who I could, but that’s a story for another time.
I drove through the gated area where Base Camp was, and saw the house. It was big, big enough for about a dozen people, typical of some rich areas here in SoCal. Brownish/yellowish paint job, floor pillars surround the mansion, with windows facing the street from nearly every room. There were 4 other cars parked in front, a black sedan, a black Chevy, a maroon corolla, and a white van. I parked my Focus in the back of the line on the street. Got out, and just stood there in front of our house. Layers of gates and fences surrounded our house, for added protection of course. I was so happy I was alive, to be there, back “home” to my closest family I had. I just took it in a bit, before I heard the front door open.
“Matt, you’re back! Get in here, some of us are gonna watch My Little Pony now, hurry up!” said a skinny teen. He stood about an inch taller than me, fluffy hair, and though skinny, still had an athletic build.
“I’m takin my time, Mig, I had an incident scouting”
“Oh boy, what happened cousin?” We were the only ones left in our family alive, so we had an even more special bond than before. I could tell he was worried, I was worried. I never get worried.
“Nearly got it today. The fucker just surprised me, fell on and nearly took out my neck. Then a horde tried to rip me to shreds. Thank god I played football all those years. I’m lucky to be here right now and not out there as one of those things.” A slight tremble in my voice, and Miguel seemed even more worried.
“Cuz, I’m sorry. Why didn’t you take anyone with you? You know it’s dangerous to be out there at night, I’m still confused why you did.”
“Beats me, I just felt like goin out.” I really didn’t know why I did. I broke two of our sacred rules. I went out at night. And I went out there alone. Really stupid, but something told me to go out, I can’t put my finger on it, I just did. But I wasn’t exactly in the mood to tell Mig all the story, so I left it at that. Luckily, so did he.
“Ok, well let’s head on in. I need my ponies.” Said Miguel, at this point punching my arm and running inside, motioning for me to follow, I did.
I closed the door once I was inside, and I see the other survivors, my friends, sitting on a couple couches towards a TV with My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic on.
Chris, or as we called him “Pancho” was about my height and weight. Solid build. He had a very deep and monotone voice, yet still struck with power. He always carried around his automatic shotgun with him, it was his baby. Couldn’t blame him, that thing has done some ungodly things, and gotten us out of trouble plenty of times. His black short hair looked a little ruffled, probably did the nasty with his girlfriend.
Next to him was his girlfriend, Xoch. She had dark-red curly hair, and I mean curly. She was a couple inches shorter than Pancho, toned body. She had a .44 magnum with her. She wasn’t a big guns person, but wanted to be. She’s a real spitfire who can fuck shit UP when the time calls for it, but it doesn’t happen often. Imagine if the Hulk was a tiny Hispanic girl.
On a separate couch were Miles (or Shadow) and Thomas (Beans). Miles was our token black guy, short, skinny, but fast. Short black curly hair, he normally has a couple handguns on him at a time. And a knife as well. He’s like a little brother to me, we were neighbors before all this and best friends, so it was nice still having him around. He too lost his family to those fucks, something we all could relate. Beans was a bit thicker than us all, but not fat. He was strong, dirty blonde hair that look unkept even though it was short. He loved his semi-auto guns. He talked about them and bragged about them quite a bit, and was pretty funny. He’s a natural comedian and prankster, so is Pancho, so those two together can be quite a mess, but it definitely lightens the mood to quite an extent.
“Hey bitches and sons of bitches, you miss me?” I say very sarcastically, something we all do a lot.
“Yeah babe a lot, I’ve been waiting on you all night” Beans responded with a sly smile on his face.
“Nah, not really. I’ve been busy all night really hehe” Pancho deviously said while grabbing a hold of Xoch, her response?
Slapping him, getting a chuckle out of all of us.
“No. Because now I have no TV since you are hogging it with this crap” Shadow said, sounding just as sour as you can imagine for being a pony hater.
“Fuck you, Shadow don’t you be hatin on our ponies, they kick ass” I quickly responded. Half serious and half joking.
“NO THEY DON’T. THEY STINK” Miles retorted. I was ready to come back but Beans stepped in.
“Bro, Matt, yes they do. It’s retarded, like your face. I vote a different show. How about Spongebob?”
“That sounds tempting, but I WANT MAH PONIES NAO” Xoch angrily yelled. We could all sense the anger, we quickly shut up and watched the show.
Me, Mig, and Xoch were the bronies of the group. We loved the show and watched it all the time together even before the shit hit the fan. Beans, Shadow and Pancho, on the otherhand, weren’t as big as fans as us. Pancho didn’t mind it but preferred not to watch it. Thomas watched it with us one night and didn’t like it. Shadow has never seen an episode and refuses to, thinking it’s girly and stupid. There’s no convincing him. But, I still try anyway, it’s fun to do anyway, it annoys him and I like to annoy him.
We had watched a few episodes, by this time it was beginning to get late. Plus, we didn’t want to risk any Z’s come crashing to our place, so we called it a night. We all had separate rooms, all on the second floor. Again, a couple obstacles on the stairs helped delay any zombies comin in, plus with bells attached, we would hear them as well.
I got to my room, I had the biggest. King sized bed, with brownish carpet and curtains placed over the windows. Power still ran in this area, but we didn’t use the house lights much. I slowly removed my armor and weapons, a 5 minute process, and quickly fell asleep. The attack still lingering in the back of my mind.
How does death feel? Will I keep the others safe from it? What if we find more people? What then?