Melody Joy wrote:
Everybody always talked about the zombie apocalypse like it was a joke, and maybe it was to most people, and maybe most people didn’t expect it to come like it did, but it came, and now we have to deal with it.
It started in a science lab, like these things usually do. Some scientists got the idea to test the theory of cockroaches being able to survive a nuclear bomb, so they started exposing them to radiation. Thing is, it killed most of them.
They got disposed of properly, in biohazard bags tossed into the dumpster behind the lab. It wasn’t long before they started appearing back in the lab, and the nearby hospital. They were fearless of the light, but faster and more aware of falling feet than ever, making them nearly impossible to kill. They also didn’t stay down on the ground for long, no matter how stomped they got.
No amount of Raid could kill them, either, and their numbers grew daily as they infected more and more of their kind and other insects with the radiation poisoning they had received. Soon, nearly every insect people encountered was one of the undead.
Some of the scientists got smart and tried to say it wasn’t them, but the bugs that started the whole thing were labeled, and somebody leaked pictures from the experiments before long, so everything got traced back to them.
We tried to contain them. We really did. But when your enemies are so small and fast and can hide in nearly any space, it’s impossible to keep them contained. So now they’re spreading throughout the country and beyond. You can’t stop them, so do your best to slow them down and survive.
Oh, and don’t let them touch you.
Dana Lee wrote:
There I was. Laying in my bed. Minding my own business. Next thing I knew there was a cockroach sitting next to me. We was inching his was toward my hand. I knew from previous experience that it was best to remain calm. If I overreacted I would not successfully kill him. I grabbed my Bible as it was the closest hard item to me. As I killed him, I turned and I saw more. There were about 100 cockroaches pouring out of the closet space where I store all my clothes.
"Keep calm," I reminded myself. I knew I would be able to defeat all these bugs. I had to. There was no way I would be able to sleep if I didn't.
I do not know what came over me. It was like pure adrenaline. Next thing I knew I was going pure ninja on the cockroaches. There would not be a single one left to live if I had anything to do with it. It was almost as if I turned into a she-hulk.
The next thing I remember was my roomie waking me up. She said I was yelling and hitting her in my sleep. It seems as though I was having a terrible nightmare. There was not a cockroach to be seen in the whole room.
Pope Jon wrote:
Jimmy Buffet was no fool.
Jimmy knew that every stomp, swat, and spray of insecticide only served to slow them down.
But what else could he do? The Swarm would never relent, and until someone, somewhere, found a way to put them down permanently, Jimmy could only stall for time.
He'd been sealed inside the walk-in refrigerator for several hours now. He was just hoping that the Swarm had lost his scent, and therefore lost interest. The darkest, most selfish parts of his mind prayed that some hapless survivor had shown up and distracted the swarm so that he could escape.
He sighed, knowing that he couldn't live for long inside here in nothing but a T-shirt and khakis. It was time to venture forth, to live or to die. Either way, his death was guaranteed, he knew.
So with a grunt, he shoved the door open to see what awaited him on the otherside. Before he could even attempt to close the door again, the Swarm was upon him. Outside was a solid wall of insects, all pouring in to devour their prey. Jimmy didn't even have the strength to cry out as the first of them began to bite him. He feebly smashed a few with his hand, but he knew it was in vain.
But the worst was yet to come. As the insects poured through, Jimmy realized that the cold was slowing them. Normally a revelation like this would be welcome, but Jimmy was paralyzed and couldn't escape. He was forced to watch as the bugs devoured him slowly, painfully. The last thing he heard was the refrigerator kick into high gear to attempt to keep its contents cold, much to Jimmy's terror.
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