You may not get a chance to read this as its a scifi short written way back but never used for anything. I don't write fiction normally as you know everything here is all stone cold fact. So for your displeasure I present.....
The Rizen
It's odd to look around at everything we have accomplished in the last twenty-five years. When I came here with my family the hordes were just thinning and there was just a shell here, you couldn't imagine
anyone living here. Now we have a general store, which puts us on the map, and about four hundred folks living here. Amazing the resilience we humans have, thirty five years after a disaster that was touted as
the apocalypse, after the dead rose like it was fucking revelations, here we are. Seems like a lifetime already, I can only imagine what its been like for the old folks around here, from war, to civil war with
our own dead to living in the wild fucking west. Its like the old tv shows I try to remember but that been so long ago I cant even name them, I could probably ask my dad about em but fuck if he'd remember em
either. It's an honest living though, no shamblers to speak of anymore, least not in the last twenty years and we take care of our dead so we don't have any surprises. Still makes me wonder how it is in the big
real city with the pure ones.....Fuckers. Pure? Yeah so pure you leave us out here cause we have the infection. I still say that cocksucker that runs the Network caused this shit, course no one listens to a small town mechanic and farm hand. Well, who the hell is there to even listen anyways? Skippy the dog? Orlando my dads mule? Yeah, I bet they'd have better input than half the people around here. So keep my mouth shut and write this shit down, hoping beyond hell someone one day, infection free might get a kick out of how it all started over. Ya never know maybe I'll be famous or something, some new father of history or something.
Well. Thats what I thought on a Monday, but all that shit changed Tuesday morning........
Bright day out early, well early for me but not so much for town at six am. Just got my hair brushed and my clothes on so I could enjoy another day working on old man Jarlson's rickety pickup, a true rarity since I've seen four automobiles my whole life. Thing looks its age, its gotta be over fifty years old, but fuck for me to be able to read anything for coloring on it. Looks like someone took a shit on it and tried to wash it off with a good coat of dirt, which just stuck. The thing still runs for the most part though and we actually have a filling station here, one of the main reasons we put the town here, well that and old man Jarlson's pick up brought us all here. Gotta grab some rags and some oil from the back shed at Jarlson's place, which looks like the tomb of Christ its so damned old, that's when I saw it....just past the fence over to the right side a spot you cant miss since noone comes through on Tuesday.
It drug a nice deep trench behind, with a limp leg and slack arms that seem to weight it down, you would think it someone drugged for surgury or that just walked away from an accident. A slow trudge with the other leg
of the other leg kept it moving, slowly along with milky white eyes staring more to the sky that ahead. The silver black body suit it wore hung loose over an emaciated frame with tears at the knees from constant slips and falls.
Eh? Whos that? Old man Jarlson ask, even as he ask I knew...I fucking knew what it was...the odd and heavy clothes, in this heat, that leaned back lurching walk, limp arms....
Oh fuck....Call the sheriff its a goddamn Shambler! Its the first thing that came to mind its the only thing...The last time I saw one of those fucking things I was just a kid
and it scared the living fuck out of me but I never forgot what they called it...or how it moved..
The cry shambler went up as old man Jarlson started ringing his bell like he was on fire. Then I heard shots, one, two, five....and the thing dropped right out side the gate. I can't tell you I care for the shreriff or his deputy,
but in that moment I was pretty fucking happy he's so damned high strung.
Where did that fucking thing come from? Havent seen one of them sons of bitches in a lifetime.... Good old Sheriff Dinz for you there, he had an odd accent, my dad told me he came from the farthest state south, one of the
worst hit during the war.
Dunno looks like he's a awful fancy shambler though Sheriff... And that would be Deputy Oliver, dumbest bastard I ever had the displeasure to talk to, but hey he could shoot a gun pretty good and wasn't afraid to go outside the
town after dark, well that goes back to what I just said.
Well, good thing he met the law here then. More typical Sheriff Dinz for you there, even though the worst crime I had ever heard of was when Ms. Partree gave Mark Willby a blowjob behind the school house when he was fifteen.
Ye...Smartes thing I think Ive ever heard Oliver say in a month there.
Sherrif Dinz and Oliver moved over to the thing and poked it a couple times with their guns to make sure it wasn't still twitching before I made my way over there, which of course went over so well. You know how these big city
Lawmen are about a rightcheous kill and all.
What da ya think yer doin there boy? That thing might still be dangerous. Can't have im makin more, so you stay back. Sheriff Dinz, really gets on my fucking nerves with his bullshit.
I want to check something.... Best reply I could make as I walked over to the body, carefully of course, though not for the sake of what the sheriff said, I dont want to get bit by one of these fuckers.
Of course. Oliver had to have his two cents in the bank, Hey boy what the sheriff just say to you?
Fuck off Oliver Im being careful, and didnt you just poke the fucker in its eye? i think that woulda got a response if it was still gonna twitch. That shut Oliver up, and the sheriff's headed back to town
kinda like a cat after it's killed the mouse, he's goin back to gather the folks that are crowding up from the field to see what all the commotion was about.
This thing smells....I mean smells really bad, I suppose a few hundred mile walk in the heat out here will do that to you though? Oh, that and being dead. I can see its brains leaking out of the ear still left and can see the ground through one of its eye sockets, so I'm pretty sure I'm good to close in. Now I know it’s generally frowned upon to desecrate the dead, what with their habit of biting you and all…but this poor bastard has on some pretty fancy clothes to be from anywhere local. Kind of wish I had listened back in school a little better about the surrounding area’s but fuck it. He’s got on a pretty fancy costume….a nice silver color like conductive tape with a black line down the center. Moving his arm is already a pain in the ass too since it feel’s like rigor mortis is already setting in, wait setting? Or did he come equiped with that already? Never mind, what kind of stupid ass thought is that? I’ve been listening to too much short wave with The Rev Cabb and company again. No id on this guy but he’s definitely got a story to tell, now I just need to find someone to tell it. I think I may have a good idea of where to start too, if I work fast maybe I can beat old Sherrif Dinz and his cheerleaders back here.
I run back over to the school house to see if Ms. Partree’s in, hoping this whole exciting incident hasn’t moved her to another episode with one of her students. Even if it has I think I may have to interrupt on behalf of my future fame. I hit the door and with luck see Ms. Partree’s at her desk, she still looks pretty nice for a woman in her late forties….I get a nice glance at her cleavage before I call attention to myself, note to self try to intice some after school speacial time with ms. Partree in the near future. I decide to break the ice, but with my tact I subsequently find myself falling through it.
Ms. Partree, sorry to bother you, but could I get you to come look at something for me?
Pardon me? Her face is a bit skewed as she says it, I think she may be expecting me to pull my dick out or something, while thats an interesting thought.....
There’s a shambler dead outside town, and he has some interesting clothes on Ms. Partree. I was wondering if you could take a look at him with me before the circus get’s out there.
Hate to have to be so blunt, but then again I am my father’s son and no use beating the bush here.
Shambler? Here in our town? There hasn’t been a Shambler in these parts since I left the city David. Are you positive it’s not just some unlucky vagabond?
What the fuck!? Im half laughing as I say it, but Ms. Partree isnt even cracking a smile, she’s serious here. Time to appeal to her academic side.
Im sorry Ms. Partree, it is definitely a shambler. The sherriff put it down before it got into town, and I know your the best person to help identify where it came from. It’s got on a jum- and thats when he face twist a bit, and she stands up from her desk. I cant help but notice how her titties bounce a bit with the movement, hope she doesn't see me looking what with the gravity of this moment and all.
Ok, let’s go have a look, this may be something useful to teach the class about.
With that we head out the door and down the way, I have that odd wonder, after looking at Ms. Partree if all the women in the city have nice bodies and like to blow their students. I’ve always wanted to go to a real school, learn some real shit, and of course fuck pretty girls. I mean the ones here are alright, well, ok are all I’ve ever known. Looking at Ms. Partree though, makes me wonder if it really could be worth the time trying to get into one of those spots at least for a little while, before they find me out and throw me out of course. If your not pure you cant do anymore than visit the city…and only then if you’ve got some serious friends or some serious fucking money. City pussy and good wine, modern technology, man that shit would be great.
David? David, are you still with me? I can tell she’s called me before this, got lost in that chain of thought. Seem’s to be a lot more prevalent as of late, but I guess thats what they make of young men’s dreams.
Yeah, sorry Ms. Partree. The body is right up here. Luckily no side show’s going on, the sherrif must still be putting on his carny suit, getting all the animals together and popping the top on some cheap ass booze to celebrate. Kind of surprised we dont have any rubber neckers out here to be honest, but then maybe most of them are too damn afraid of these things, even after all these years. That or they just dont give a fuck anymore, which wouldnt suprise me a bit.
We come up on the body, and I notice right away Ms. Partree’s reaction. She knows where this bastard came from, I can tell by her shocked expression and she doesent look too happy to see the our gentleman caller.
So do you know where he came from Ms. Partree?
I ask of course out of the need to act concerned, and because Im dying to know what town’s gonna be next on the hit list.
No response, as she turns around and start heading back into town, obviously shaken up. I dont really want to push it but I have to know, call it intuition, call it being a self absorbed asshole, Im on a mission here.
We get back into town and Ms. Partree’s looking like a ghost. This is some serious shit indeed, I’ve heard her talk about shambler’s before and she never even blinked, not this? What’s this one got thats so fucking scary? She get’s in the door before me and heads for the stairs. Fuck this, I’m not going to let this be her dirty secret, I found the motherfucker and brought her over to investigate, she’s damn well going to clue me into what’s going on. With that I head up stairs and get quite a shock.
Ms. Partree’s throwing clothes and some other shit in her travel bag. Time to get some answers espeacially if this crazy bitch is running out of town.
So Ms. Partee….you didn’t tell me what…She looks up at me before I can finish the thought, and she does indeed look crazy now. She grabs my shirt and a button pops off. This is my favorite shirt, damn it, tell me or fuck me Ms. P either way your getting on my damned nerves now.
Have you heard of the pure one’s David? She’s staring pretty intently at me, a bead of sweats forming on her forehead and I know it’s not from the heat this time.
Of course I have, everyones heard of the Pure One’s and the city up north. It’s where you came from isnt it Ms.Partree? That seem’s to bring a little bit of sanity to the situation. Ms. P came down here from up north to teach the outlying towns about the trickle of new technology coming down the pipe, and to help us stay at least halfway current on the state of the government. At least what was left of it, and that whole new technolgy thing? It’s just the old stuff from the city, traded to us for things that they consider luxury like sweet potato’s and okra, none farming fucker’s there. I kind of think Ms. P failed though since she got stuck here, I guess ole Mark really was packing some serious heat afterall. Back to reality now Ms. Partree goes back to packing her shit, muttering now. I cant make it out, but I know she’s not sticking around here.
What is it Ms. Partree, you look like you’ve seen a fucking ghost pardon my french.
David…that thing is from the city. Do you not realize what this means?
Shambler’s have been around since I was born Ms. Partree, nothing new there? Whats the big deal now?
That ones from the city David. It’s wearing the uniform of one of the purist, we’re fucked David.
Fucked? Ms. P might be a cougar but I never remember hearing her say fucked, this shit’s for real, and now she’s leaving? So I of course put my foot in my mouth.
If we’re fucked why run away Ms.P? We were fucked back when this started, and we got this far didnt we? So this just means the pure one’s are getting a bitchslap from karma now doesn't it? I seriously have no ulterior motive here, I just cant see the logic. If she thinks running can save her she really is off her fucking rocker.
David…the city has a thousand times the population we do here, and we’re a big town now. Imagine thirty thousand of those things coming our way. Do you have enough bullets or balls to stop them?
Im not a soldier Ms. Partree, but this is my home. Fuck those shamblers, and fuck you too for not thinking to warn anyone here before you ran off.
I’m telling you David, everyone should leave with me if they want to live. She never stops packing, and her tone is cold, serious. I feel like smashing her in the fucking head, but this never was supposed to be her home, she was always supposed to move on. So fuck Ms. P, and the horse she rode in on and fuck that city. Motherfucking breeding ground for shambler’s now. Shoulda known those cocksucker’s were lying about being immune, “pure” my fucking ass. More like we have money and guns so get off our lawn motherfuckers, serves em right.
Now I gotta get to the sheriff and warn him about what Ms. P told me, He’s a blowhard and glory monger but this is really going to light a fire under his ass. It seems I am going to get my chance to be famous after all, thanks Mr. Pure. I think I just may make the history books today.
It's odd to look around at everything we have accomplished in the last twenty-five years. When I came here with my family the hordes were just thinning and there was just a shell here, you couldn't imagine
anyone living here. Now we have a general store, which puts us on the map, and about four hundred folks living here. Amazing the resilience we humans have, thirty five years after a disaster that was touted as
the apocalypse, after the dead rose like it was fucking revelations, here we are. Seems like a lifetime already, I can only imagine what its been like for the old folks around here, from war, to civil war with
our own dead to living in the wild fucking west. Its like the old tv shows I try to remember but that been so long ago I cant even name them, I could probably ask my dad about em but fuck if he'd remember em
either. It's an honest living though, no shamblers to speak of anymore, least not in the last twenty years and we take care of our dead so we don't have any surprises. Still makes me wonder how it is in the big
real city with the pure ones.....Fuckers. Pure? Yeah so pure you leave us out here cause we have the infection. I still say that cocksucker that runs the Network caused this shit, course no one listens to a small town mechanic and farm hand. Well, who the hell is there to even listen anyways? Skippy the dog? Orlando my dads mule? Yeah, I bet they'd have better input than half the people around here. So keep my mouth shut and write this shit down, hoping beyond hell someone one day, infection free might get a kick out of how it all started over. Ya never know maybe I'll be famous or something, some new father of history or something.
Well. Thats what I thought on a Monday, but all that shit changed Tuesday morning........
Bright day out early, well early for me but not so much for town at six am. Just got my hair brushed and my clothes on so I could enjoy another day working on old man Jarlson's rickety pickup, a true rarity since I've seen four automobiles my whole life. Thing looks its age, its gotta be over fifty years old, but fuck for me to be able to read anything for coloring on it. Looks like someone took a shit on it and tried to wash it off with a good coat of dirt, which just stuck. The thing still runs for the most part though and we actually have a filling station here, one of the main reasons we put the town here, well that and old man Jarlson's pick up brought us all here. Gotta grab some rags and some oil from the back shed at Jarlson's place, which looks like the tomb of Christ its so damned old, that's when I saw it....just past the fence over to the right side a spot you cant miss since noone comes through on Tuesday.
It drug a nice deep trench behind, with a limp leg and slack arms that seem to weight it down, you would think it someone drugged for surgury or that just walked away from an accident. A slow trudge with the other leg
of the other leg kept it moving, slowly along with milky white eyes staring more to the sky that ahead. The silver black body suit it wore hung loose over an emaciated frame with tears at the knees from constant slips and falls.
Eh? Whos that? Old man Jarlson ask, even as he ask I knew...I fucking knew what it was...the odd and heavy clothes, in this heat, that leaned back lurching walk, limp arms....
Oh fuck....Call the sheriff its a goddamn Shambler! Its the first thing that came to mind its the only thing...The last time I saw one of those fucking things I was just a kid
and it scared the living fuck out of me but I never forgot what they called it...or how it moved..
The cry shambler went up as old man Jarlson started ringing his bell like he was on fire. Then I heard shots, one, two, five....and the thing dropped right out side the gate. I can't tell you I care for the shreriff or his deputy,
but in that moment I was pretty fucking happy he's so damned high strung.
Where did that fucking thing come from? Havent seen one of them sons of bitches in a lifetime.... Good old Sheriff Dinz for you there, he had an odd accent, my dad told me he came from the farthest state south, one of the
worst hit during the war.
Dunno looks like he's a awful fancy shambler though Sheriff... And that would be Deputy Oliver, dumbest bastard I ever had the displeasure to talk to, but hey he could shoot a gun pretty good and wasn't afraid to go outside the
town after dark, well that goes back to what I just said.
Well, good thing he met the law here then. More typical Sheriff Dinz for you there, even though the worst crime I had ever heard of was when Ms. Partree gave Mark Willby a blowjob behind the school house when he was fifteen.
Ye...Smartes thing I think Ive ever heard Oliver say in a month there.
Sherrif Dinz and Oliver moved over to the thing and poked it a couple times with their guns to make sure it wasn't still twitching before I made my way over there, which of course went over so well. You know how these big city
Lawmen are about a rightcheous kill and all.
What da ya think yer doin there boy? That thing might still be dangerous. Can't have im makin more, so you stay back. Sheriff Dinz, really gets on my fucking nerves with his bullshit.
I want to check something.... Best reply I could make as I walked over to the body, carefully of course, though not for the sake of what the sheriff said, I dont want to get bit by one of these fuckers.
Of course. Oliver had to have his two cents in the bank, Hey boy what the sheriff just say to you?
Fuck off Oliver Im being careful, and didnt you just poke the fucker in its eye? i think that woulda got a response if it was still gonna twitch. That shut Oliver up, and the sheriff's headed back to town
kinda like a cat after it's killed the mouse, he's goin back to gather the folks that are crowding up from the field to see what all the commotion was about.
This thing smells....I mean smells really bad, I suppose a few hundred mile walk in the heat out here will do that to you though? Oh, that and being dead. I can see its brains leaking out of the ear still left and can see the ground through one of its eye sockets, so I'm pretty sure I'm good to close in. Now I know it’s generally frowned upon to desecrate the dead, what with their habit of biting you and all…but this poor bastard has on some pretty fancy clothes to be from anywhere local. Kind of wish I had listened back in school a little better about the surrounding area’s but fuck it. He’s got on a pretty fancy costume….a nice silver color like conductive tape with a black line down the center. Moving his arm is already a pain in the ass too since it feel’s like rigor mortis is already setting in, wait setting? Or did he come equiped with that already? Never mind, what kind of stupid ass thought is that? I’ve been listening to too much short wave with The Rev Cabb and company again. No id on this guy but he’s definitely got a story to tell, now I just need to find someone to tell it. I think I may have a good idea of where to start too, if I work fast maybe I can beat old Sherrif Dinz and his cheerleaders back here.
I run back over to the school house to see if Ms. Partree’s in, hoping this whole exciting incident hasn’t moved her to another episode with one of her students. Even if it has I think I may have to interrupt on behalf of my future fame. I hit the door and with luck see Ms. Partree’s at her desk, she still looks pretty nice for a woman in her late forties….I get a nice glance at her cleavage before I call attention to myself, note to self try to intice some after school speacial time with ms. Partree in the near future. I decide to break the ice, but with my tact I subsequently find myself falling through it.
Ms. Partree, sorry to bother you, but could I get you to come look at something for me?
Pardon me? Her face is a bit skewed as she says it, I think she may be expecting me to pull my dick out or something, while thats an interesting thought.....
There’s a shambler dead outside town, and he has some interesting clothes on Ms. Partree. I was wondering if you could take a look at him with me before the circus get’s out there.
Hate to have to be so blunt, but then again I am my father’s son and no use beating the bush here.
Shambler? Here in our town? There hasn’t been a Shambler in these parts since I left the city David. Are you positive it’s not just some unlucky vagabond?
What the fuck!? Im half laughing as I say it, but Ms. Partree isnt even cracking a smile, she’s serious here. Time to appeal to her academic side.
Im sorry Ms. Partree, it is definitely a shambler. The sherriff put it down before it got into town, and I know your the best person to help identify where it came from. It’s got on a jum- and thats when he face twist a bit, and she stands up from her desk. I cant help but notice how her titties bounce a bit with the movement, hope she doesn't see me looking what with the gravity of this moment and all.
Ok, let’s go have a look, this may be something useful to teach the class about.
With that we head out the door and down the way, I have that odd wonder, after looking at Ms. Partree if all the women in the city have nice bodies and like to blow their students. I’ve always wanted to go to a real school, learn some real shit, and of course fuck pretty girls. I mean the ones here are alright, well, ok are all I’ve ever known. Looking at Ms. Partree though, makes me wonder if it really could be worth the time trying to get into one of those spots at least for a little while, before they find me out and throw me out of course. If your not pure you cant do anymore than visit the city…and only then if you’ve got some serious friends or some serious fucking money. City pussy and good wine, modern technology, man that shit would be great.
David? David, are you still with me? I can tell she’s called me before this, got lost in that chain of thought. Seem’s to be a lot more prevalent as of late, but I guess thats what they make of young men’s dreams.
Yeah, sorry Ms. Partree. The body is right up here. Luckily no side show’s going on, the sherrif must still be putting on his carny suit, getting all the animals together and popping the top on some cheap ass booze to celebrate. Kind of surprised we dont have any rubber neckers out here to be honest, but then maybe most of them are too damn afraid of these things, even after all these years. That or they just dont give a fuck anymore, which wouldnt suprise me a bit.
We come up on the body, and I notice right away Ms. Partree’s reaction. She knows where this bastard came from, I can tell by her shocked expression and she doesent look too happy to see the our gentleman caller.
So do you know where he came from Ms. Partree?
I ask of course out of the need to act concerned, and because Im dying to know what town’s gonna be next on the hit list.
No response, as she turns around and start heading back into town, obviously shaken up. I dont really want to push it but I have to know, call it intuition, call it being a self absorbed asshole, Im on a mission here.
We get back into town and Ms. Partree’s looking like a ghost. This is some serious shit indeed, I’ve heard her talk about shambler’s before and she never even blinked, not this? What’s this one got thats so fucking scary? She get’s in the door before me and heads for the stairs. Fuck this, I’m not going to let this be her dirty secret, I found the motherfucker and brought her over to investigate, she’s damn well going to clue me into what’s going on. With that I head up stairs and get quite a shock.
Ms. Partree’s throwing clothes and some other shit in her travel bag. Time to get some answers espeacially if this crazy bitch is running out of town.
So Ms. Partee….you didn’t tell me what…She looks up at me before I can finish the thought, and she does indeed look crazy now. She grabs my shirt and a button pops off. This is my favorite shirt, damn it, tell me or fuck me Ms. P either way your getting on my damned nerves now.
Have you heard of the pure one’s David? She’s staring pretty intently at me, a bead of sweats forming on her forehead and I know it’s not from the heat this time.
Of course I have, everyones heard of the Pure One’s and the city up north. It’s where you came from isnt it Ms.Partree? That seem’s to bring a little bit of sanity to the situation. Ms. P came down here from up north to teach the outlying towns about the trickle of new technology coming down the pipe, and to help us stay at least halfway current on the state of the government. At least what was left of it, and that whole new technolgy thing? It’s just the old stuff from the city, traded to us for things that they consider luxury like sweet potato’s and okra, none farming fucker’s there. I kind of think Ms. P failed though since she got stuck here, I guess ole Mark really was packing some serious heat afterall. Back to reality now Ms. Partree goes back to packing her shit, muttering now. I cant make it out, but I know she’s not sticking around here.
What is it Ms. Partree, you look like you’ve seen a fucking ghost pardon my french.
David…that thing is from the city. Do you not realize what this means?
Shambler’s have been around since I was born Ms. Partree, nothing new there? Whats the big deal now?
That ones from the city David. It’s wearing the uniform of one of the purist, we’re fucked David.
Fucked? Ms. P might be a cougar but I never remember hearing her say fucked, this shit’s for real, and now she’s leaving? So I of course put my foot in my mouth.
If we’re fucked why run away Ms.P? We were fucked back when this started, and we got this far didnt we? So this just means the pure one’s are getting a bitchslap from karma now doesn't it? I seriously have no ulterior motive here, I just cant see the logic. If she thinks running can save her she really is off her fucking rocker.
David…the city has a thousand times the population we do here, and we’re a big town now. Imagine thirty thousand of those things coming our way. Do you have enough bullets or balls to stop them?
Im not a soldier Ms. Partree, but this is my home. Fuck those shamblers, and fuck you too for not thinking to warn anyone here before you ran off.
I’m telling you David, everyone should leave with me if they want to live. She never stops packing, and her tone is cold, serious. I feel like smashing her in the fucking head, but this never was supposed to be her home, she was always supposed to move on. So fuck Ms. P, and the horse she rode in on and fuck that city. Motherfucking breeding ground for shambler’s now. Shoulda known those cocksucker’s were lying about being immune, “pure” my fucking ass. More like we have money and guns so get off our lawn motherfuckers, serves em right.
Now I gotta get to the sheriff and warn him about what Ms. P told me, He’s a blowhard and glory monger but this is really going to light a fire under his ass. It seems I am going to get my chance to be famous after all, thanks Mr. Pure. I think I just may make the history books today.