tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34104937031696042562024-02-07T06:55:09.387-06:00Before NoonA good chunk of my days are half over by 9 or 10 in the morning. This is where you can read the weird, geeky, and dad/husband/brother/son like thought that enter my mind. Oh and this is the home of From the Coop and HomChkn.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03937310027048202838noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410493703169604256.post-31344701438705194262011-12-02T15:38:00.000-06:002011-12-02T15:38:28.641-06:00From the Coop: The News (12-02-11)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDMD0ev2GQrnfQATElM98kRUG9oqg4VM5BKTQHLbFjB2Fqj1dDnD8WC5H9N0jRZ3QZSxpU5XKil60uAR1aJVe45R2humHpdfl4iso2CPTZfcV8gZPqe3eJrgml3O7dJeUK9g14_oKvNPo/s1600/12-02-11.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDMD0ev2GQrnfQATElM98kRUG9oqg4VM5BKTQHLbFjB2Fqj1dDnD8WC5H9N0jRZ3QZSxpU5XKil60uAR1aJVe45R2humHpdfl4iso2CPTZfcV8gZPqe3eJrgml3O7dJeUK9g14_oKvNPo/s1600/12-02-11.bmp" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br clear="all" style="page-break-before: always;" /> </span> <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Stephen Harper is having a drink at the end of the bar. This is a drinking man’s bar. They don’t sell bottled beer. They don’t have games other then one lone dart board; however no one really ever plays it. The stuff on the wall speaks to the owners and its employee’s, nothing else. They have two 20 inch TV’s, one at each end of the bar. It’s not well lit but not dark. A place where some one could loose them self in a pint, have a moment with their single malt Scotch. Stephen Decided to lose himself tonight in a few pints. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Stephen had been drink here for years. When he wanted to talk he sat in the middle of the bar and would baby a Jack and Coke. When he wanted to get drunk he would sit in the corner booth with Shots of Jose. When he wanted to be left alone he sat and the end of the bar and drank, one beer followed by one glass of water. He would keep his head down and just space off into his beer. Tonight was one of those nights. The piss pour weather out side made him want to curl up on the couch and watch reruns of American Gladiator. But something made him go to the bar tonight. The howling wind out side blasted cold to Stephen’s core, but the lager that he was drinking kept him warm. The Bartender would not even ask, he would just give him water then a beer, then water then a beer. This went on for about two hours, and then Stephen had to pee.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In the Men’s room Stephen stood at the urinal spacing off. He had been done for a few seconds when he looked at the wall above the pipes and flusher. Boogers had caked the wall. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Huh” Stephen said aloud. “Every good men’s room has a booger wall”</div><div class="MsoNormal">He heard a weird sound out side. At first he could not make it out. Then he shrugged it off as just Cows mooing. This was, you see, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Gardner</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Kansas</st1:state></st1:place>. While cattle did not roam the streets if some got out of one of the farms near the town then they would have a chance to end up at the bar.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Stephen washes his hands and returns to a fresh beer. He looks across the bar and Jimbo was there. Jimbo was the local survivalist. When Stephen would be nice and drunk he would chat with Jimbo. Jimbo would rave about the best way to stay alive during a world changing catastrophe was to either fortify your self up where no one could find you or to stay mobile. Jimbo had both, or so he bragged. A concrete bunker that was old Missile Silo and something he called Bertha. He said only a tank or Nuke could stop it. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Through the door burst an American soldier with a look of terror in his eyes. The three men in the bar can hardly make out the camouflage through the blood and green stuff that covers him. The green stuff smells like Vomit. The soldier passes out. Stephen and the bartender run to his aid, Jimbo looks out the window. The Bartender cleans off the solider. His name and rank also become uncovered, Sergeant Sams.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After a few moments the soldier comes to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Where am I?”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Son you’re in a bar in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Gardner</st1:city> <st1:state w:st="on">Kansas</st1:state></st1:place>.” The Bartender replied.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Gardner, man I must have run forever.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What do you mean? Whose Blood is this? Are we under attack?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">“I was in <st1:city w:st="on">Lawrence</st1:city>, We where in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Lawrence</st1:place></st1:city>, or just to the west of it any way. My platoon was sent to not let them enter the city. They had already over run <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Topeka</st1:city></st1:place>.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Who? Who over ran <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Topeka</st1:place></st1:city>?” Stephen Asks.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Them, the Zombies”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Every one stops and stairs at each other.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The Sergeant continues.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“In <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manhattan</st1:place></st1:city>, at K-State there is a highly Secure Bio Research lab. Some one broke into it a little less then a week ago.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yeah they said that nothing was missing and that they caught the guys.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Right, well the good news is that they where just kids wanting to protest the lab and the War, But when security came they some how broke a cabinet and it fell on to one of the guys. There was a combo of chemicals and biological agents that absorbed into the skin. I was on the response team. We took them to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Topeka</st1:place></st1:city> to hold them for Homeland to see if any thing needed to be done or if there was more of a threat. We did not see what happened next. The one guy bit the other guy and we thought that the second one died. But in the morgue something happened. Then it spread. My Black Hawk pilot said that the groups of Zombies look like herds of buffalo roaming the flint hills.” The Sergeant was starting to ramble.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Sergeant!” Stephen Shakes him a bit and continues. “What happened to you?”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“They came over the hill and we fought them off as long as we could. We had to fall back. I lost a lot of good men.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Just then two Zombies rip thought the door. Sergeant Sams whips up his M4 and shreds the first one, his gun clicks, it is empty. The second Zombie does not stop. He pounces on the sergeant and starts to feed. The bartender pulls out a double barrel shot gun and blows the zombies head off with both barrels.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Wow, that was intense” Jimbo says.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yeah,” Stephen says as he nudges the dead bodies. He bends over and picks up the M4. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What are you doing?” the bartender asks.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“if there are more of them then we might need this to kick some ass.” They check the soldiers dead body for more ammo. Jimbo shows Stephen how to load and “clean” the riffle. Jimbo picks up the Desert Eagle hand gun that the Sergeant had on him. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jimbo starts to stair out side. “We should go.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Where?” Stephen asks.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“To Bertha”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Bertha is real?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jimbo puts in a dip of chewing tobacco and offers some to Stephen. Stephen also takes a dip. Jimbo spits. “Yeah. She is not fully armed. But she runs and she has food and 2 Cases of Jack.” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Well ok how far?”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Over the hill. Bout a mile.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">The three of them start to walk out of the bar. One Zombie runs at them from a bush. Jimbo blows its head off with his new hand cannon. The Zombie’s head explodes like a watermelon. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It starts to rain. It is a cold rain. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“you know I don’t think I am drunk any more.” Stephen says.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jimbo looks at him.” This cold ass rain and the Zombie killin’ will do that to man.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>They are walking along the bottom of a valley. The Bartender shushes them and holds his hand up like he has seen a bunch of war movies. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Stephen whispers loudly. “Why are we stopped?”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I heard something.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Ok, I guess I will just stand here in the rain in a creek. Huh?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What?”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“This is kind of cool”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What do you mean?”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Its like I’m in ‘nam”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jimbo slaps him on the back of the head. “Yeah you would have done real well there.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In a burst of red and flesh a pack of 5 Zombies jump out of the brush and engulf the Bartender. He gets of one shot with the shot gun and takes out the legs of one of the Zombies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Stephen and Jimbo lay down a path of bullets that would make <span style="color: black;">Schwarzenegger</span><u><span style="color: #003399;"> </span></u>Proud.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After both of them reloaded and empted again the Zombies where no more than a pile of flesh and the creek was red. <u><span style="color: #003399;"><o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Stephen stands there, jaw open, holding his riffle. Jimbo picks up the shot gun and the bag with the shells in it. “Come on man, not far now.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I need a drink”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Well that I have”</div><div class="MsoNormal">As Jimbo works on Bertha, Stephen proceeds to drink away the pain and the cold. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After about three days spent with his good friend Jack, Stephen Drunk calls Danice all he gets is her voice mail. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“DANICE, Woo, I am drunk and it’s the end of the world. I hope that you are still kicking and not a Zombie thingy. Work Sucks and last I knew you are <burp><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>at the Old <burp> Navy. Woo, we are all going to die! Damn it. I need another one. He hangs up.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Back at the store all of the Old Navy survivors are in the Break room going over the plans that Andy had left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jason, Scott, Josh and Shawn where building a wall in the back so they had a place to get fresh air. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Shawn looks at the almost done wall. “Weird, Andy took the time to make plans about a wall in the back so we could fort-a-fie the back as well as the front.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Josh and Jason finish the wall. They had “cut” the fence and welded it to the trash dumpsters. Then moved three cars together and turn them on their side to complete the wall. Shawn turns to Scott and asks “What will you miss about the old world?”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Getting paid to sing” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yeah”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What will you miss?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">“Humor, I think it will take some time for humor to reach the level that it was at. Death on this crazy scale does that to people.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">Jason walks over. “You know what I won’t miss.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">Josh, “No what”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">“Those assumptions that people have for no reason.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">“Oh like racism and bigotries”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">“Well those too, but I was thinking more along the lines of because of steroids when I would see an athlete do something great I would think that they cheated. Because of Porn I would see a hot young chick with a nice rack and think that she would jump my bones if I was just a plumber or cable repair man.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;">Shawn pipes in, “I know what you mean man.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Danice comes running out side. “Burr it is cold out here.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jason replies “well it did snow.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Shut up and Stephen just left me a voice mail. I think he is drunk.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Is?”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yeah it just came though about 10 minuets ago.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Do you wanna call him back?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Danice just stands there shaking from the cold. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jason takes her phone and calls Stephen back.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hello?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Harper is you drunk?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hell yeah man, it the end of the world, bitches.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Where are you drinking at?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I am in Jimbo’s Winnebago of Death, This thing is awesome.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Great can you come and get us there are about a thousand Zombies in the store.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Well yeah Jimbo, Bertha and I will be there as soon as we can good buddy.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Stephen hangs up.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Broadway; font-size: 26.0pt;">Next week a totally new Part 9…<o:p></o:p></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03937310027048202838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410493703169604256.post-26747863067807622492011-08-18T04:30:00.001-05:002011-08-18T04:30:01.326-05:00Old Navy: A Zombie Story (part 7)<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Disclaimer</u></b>:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is a work of fiction. The events that take place are for entertainment purposes ONLY.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No prejudice was taken in to account; this story was allowed to flow and written very quickly. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And now….</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 22.0pt;">Old Navy: A Zombie Story<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11.0pt;">Part 7<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 14.0pt;">Numb3rs <o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br clear="all" style="page-break-before: always;" /> </span> <div class="MsoNormal">There is a weird almost silence. Not that one that she was used to. There was the buzz from the lights and the sound of people breathing, but there was something else, something that sounded familiar, but not of this earth. Jen Ross looks up to see Steve slam the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He leans with his back to the door and puts his hands up to his face. Jen looks around the room. Lani is stand next to her. Sherri is checking up on Danice and Amy Larson.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Katie S. Shannon and Emily look white like a ghost. The kid’s stock room seems duster than normal tonight. Jen thinks to her self, what the hell where those things. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Steve looks up with his back still on the door and asks, “<strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">"Is every one ok in here." <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Sherri looks up, "I think so but Larson and Danice both tossed their cookies on the way back here."<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><st1:place w:st="on"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Shannon</span></strong></st1:place><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"> is a shorter woman that has 8 kids but looks like she might have had one. Emily is skinny and has a bit of punk rock look to her. Amy Larson went to school to be gym teacher and played softball in college. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Jen notices that some one as scribbled something down above the door on the exposed dry wall and she point to the writing. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Almost every one looks up and sees:<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black;">4 8 15 16 23 42<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Find these numbers. They will save your life.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Steve reads them, "Huh? What do you think that means?"<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">"I don't know," Jen Ross replies. "But we might want to find those numbers."<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Lani and Jen start to look around on the walls. Steve is looking through the boxes when he stops. He slowly pulls out a medium size brown cardboard box. It is a little heavy. It has the numbers written on it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He sets it on the floor. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Steve just stands over the box. Jen notices this and walks over to where Steve is standing. She also just stands there. A moment passes and Lani shouts across the room, “Hey! Are going to open that thing up or what?!”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Steve opens slowly opens up the box. On top is a note hand written poorly. Steve thinks to him self. This must have been written by Andy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He reads the note aloud. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">So the items in this box will save your life for a little bit. I put this together as a joke some time in October. <o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Love,<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Andy<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jen starts to look through the box. Inside are a few Items:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 gallon of water</div><div class="MsoNormal">2 cans of Ensure</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 can of Spam</div><div class="MsoNormal">3 large candles unscented</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 small box of water proof matches</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 plastic Bic lighter</div><div class="MsoNormal">1 Muilti-tool</div><div class="MsoNormal">A full salt and pepper shaker</div><div class="MsoNormal">A flash light</div><div class="MsoNormal">8 D size batteries</div><div class="MsoNormal">And a handful of hard candy (butterscotches, peppermints and such.)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jen lines them up.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Larson comes up and looks them over, “What the hell are we suppose to do with this stuff?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Well,” Jen replies. “We might just have to make this last a while.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Steve picks up the box to move it out of the way when he notices that it is still a bit heavy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He examines the box a little bit more and finds that there is a false bottom to it. He removes the last bit of cardboard and sees a Dictaphone, a small digital voice recorder. With a note attached to it, also hand written. It reads:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">If this is a real emergency, play me.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Steve hits the play button. Andy’s voice starts to come out of it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Test, Test, this is a test.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Andy’s voice makes everyone’s head turn and listen. Every one is in aw that he is speaking to them from the dead. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Andy continues on the recording.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ok this may seam weird. Hopefully ever one that is listening to this is ok and no one became hurt. <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Over the past few weeks I have gathered up supplies and made out detailed plans that will help you turn this Old Navy into a safe haven. Hopefully I have gotten them all here and into place before you had to play this. First and foremost I have gathered enough food to feed a small army. Now this is not the best food in the world but most of it won’t expire for 10 years. <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Now I have a list that I will also put with the items but I will read to you know. This list may change or I could not get the item. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Check the hatch in this room for the first set of items.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Now I have the list broken down in to a few categories:<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><strong><span style="font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">1. Protection<o:p></o:p></span></strong></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">2. Food and Water<o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">3. Communication<o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">4. Security<o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">5. Survival<o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Let’s start with Protection. <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ok now Guns would be ideal. How ever I don’t really have access to them and Dicks is right next door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have include some knifes, bats, and crowbars that can be use for a lot of things.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Also In a few parts of the store I have hidden in plane sight the items you will need to board up the front windows……<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Steve fast forwards the recording a bit. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">…Now the food and such a few ways to cook them are also stored in the hatch with the blankets. I have provided and electric skillet and hot plate, as well as a small propane grill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There should be enough propane to last a few weeks. But use is sparingly.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Steve stops the recording, “I don’t know about you but I think we should find this hatch.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The group scourers the entire room,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lani climbs up to read the numbers off of a metal panel. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“<strong><span style="color: black;">4 8 15 16 23 42<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></strong><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">I think I found the hatch!” Lani shouts.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">They open it up and start to remove the boxes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The first box is marked<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">: Other <st1:address w:st="on"><st1:street w:st="on">box</st1:street> 2</st1:address>, Knowledge. <o:p></o:p></i></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Larson and Danice open it up. They pull out a few books.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Danice starts to read the names of the books. “Adobe: the art of mud bricks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Skilled labor: Carpentry and welding for beginners.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Basic Electronics. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wooded Love.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“What!” Larson snaps her head around. “What is that one about?”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“I don’t know.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Amy starts to read aloud from the middle of the book:<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Jamie pulls the sweaty lumberjack toward her, her heart pounds so loud that she is sure that he can hear it over the wind that is rustling through the trees. They embrace and kiss like long lost lovers reuniting. However the two of them just met. He picks her up and firmly grabs her bum. Jamie can’t help but wrap her long and slender legs around him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As they spin around the clearing all that Jamie can hear is the lumberjack’s boots crunching the leaves on the forest floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He gently lays her down on the picnic table. She un-wraps her legs and looks at the lumberjack through the top of her eyes as he slides her skirt over her boots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jamie sits up, unbuttons his pants and…<o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“What the hell are you reading?” Amy gets interrupted by Katie.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“Shut up and let her finish.” Lani says with excitement. Everyone else seems excited. Except for Steve, he continues to unload the hatch as Amy reads on.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">All that Jamie has on is her unbutton white cotton blouse, her black lacy bra that has been pulled down to expose her creamy white breast and her black knee high boot. She is probably getting splinters but she doesn’t care. A bead of sweat runs down the square jaw of her lover of the moment. It goes over the two day stubble that sits upon his chin and just hangs on. Waving back and forth like the two of them, in perfect harmony. <o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Amy puts the book down and looks up. “We should probably get back to work.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Danice and Sherri fight over the book.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">A little more than an hour passes and they have all but cleared out the hatch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Other then food and a random selection of books are list and where to find the items on the list. Some are hidden in and round the store. Some require a trip across the street to one of the many stores. Left for them seems to be diagrams for just about every thing that could happen and cause the end of the way of life as we know it. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">They cook up some of the caned chicken and dehydrated veggies and pass out bottles of water. Steve has been listening through the door and wall to hear if the Zombies have gone. They have not. He can hear them. The sound is not getting any quieter, just the same low moan that has been going on all night. Every one else has fallen asleep. Steve keeps nodding off. Emily wakes up and walks over and sits down by Steve. She asks him, “where up all night?”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“Yeah, I couldn’t really sleep much. Those, those things, those zombies, this is real. I’m not dreaming am I?”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“Well Steve if you where dreaming I don’t think that I would be the one sitting on the floor talking to you.” She stands up. “come on we should look at a way to get out of her. There is a walkie right.” Emily helps Steve up. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“Yeah,” they walk over to the Walkie that was left in the hatch. They turn it on and it beeps. The beep wakes up Lindsay.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">“what the hell are you doing?” Lindsay whispers. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Steve replies, “Maybe some one is trying to use our walkies?”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Just then the</span></strong> Emergency Exit door from the back corner of baby<strong><span style="color: black; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"> goes off. It wakes up every one. The sound is deafening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Everyone has to shout to be heard.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Some one yells, “Maybe some one is alive and trying to get out!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Some one else shouts, “Or maybe it the zombies just running in to the door?!?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Just then the walkie crackles “…</span>going to have to jump down …though the fitting room. You should …kill or run by the …Zombies.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Was that Jason?” Danice asks. She then rips the walkie out of Steve’s hands and shouts into it. “Jason! Jason! We are in the Kids stock room!” She looks down at the walkie. “It’s dead. We might as well be dead.” She drops to the ground and covers her head with her arms trying to drum out the sound from the alarm. A thud on the wall by the door shakes every one. Lani and Jen open the door slowly and see a couple of dead Zombies and a T-stand face out in the wall. Lani takes the face out of the wall. She turns in to the store and sees a mound of zombies swarming the table in men’s three. They don’t see her. She sneaks back in to the stock room and Jen shuts the door.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Lani starts to shout over the Alarm, “Well good news there are no zombies right out side the door. However, there are about fifty in men’s three and they look to be feasting on a fresh kill.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Half of the group does the half vomit thing and the other half just stands there.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Steve asks, “Do you think that we could make it in to the other stock room to see who else is Alive?” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Lani answers, “Yeah, But I Don’t think we could all make it at once.” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Steve looks around. Ok Katie and Jen you two look to be in the best shape to run right now. Do you think you could make it through the fitting room?”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Katie I am game if you are.” Jen shouts to Katie.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I am ready I guess.” Katie replies.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Lets wait to make sure that the big group of zombies settles down then we make our break for it.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">An hour passes. The door alarm finally quits. Danice looks up. “Did I just go def or did the alarm quit?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“It Quit” Sherri replies.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Steve listens to the door. Nothing?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Amy gives Katie a crow-bar and Jen takes the face out from Lani. The two young women get ready to run out the door. Steve opens it up. Katie and Jen sprint around the corner. They stop. One zombie is trying to get through what looks to be like a super H-fixture that has been fasten across the back of the fitting room. The zombie stops and looks at them. Jen looks at the zombie and throws her face out at the zombie head. It hits his jaw and knocks it off.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Well I guess he can’t bit us.” Katie jokes. “We could just run by it now.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Right, let’s go.” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">With that Jen and Katie run pass the Zombie. Katie takes a swing at the zombies head and it drops to the floor. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Huh?” Katie says. “Well I guess that worked.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jen get over the fixture and Katie follows. They are out of breath. They walk through the doors there is a group of people including Josh and Jason. Shawn seems to be the only one who notices them Jen waves as Katie and her try to catch there breathe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh and Jason are talking about something.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Josh just asks Jason, “What are the numbers on the hatch?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jason replies, “4, 8, 15, 16, 23, and 42.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Those are the numbers from the TV show Lost. I would think that Andy or some one would have used them so we look in side of it.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Katie looks up and says, “Those same numbers where on the hatch in the kids stock room. That is where we found the food and other stuff.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Katie being there does not faze Josh. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Josh continues, “Ok we should look in the hatch…”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Josh pauses.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Shawn says, “Wait for it.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">There is a short beat. The Josh turns and runs to Katie.</div><div class="MsoNormal">They Hug and share a small kiss. The short passionate kiss that lovers share when one picks up another at the air port.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Jen Ross clears her throat, “So are we all going to go get every one else or what?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Shawn looks at Jen, “There are more of you?”</div><div class="MsoNormal">“There are 10 of us in the other room. We need to go get them; also Andy left some really nice stuff over there.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Patrice turns around “ok let’s get a plan together and go get them.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03937310027048202838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410493703169604256.post-55226379219178847622011-08-11T04:30:00.003-05:002011-08-11T14:01:10.008-05:00Old Navy: A Zombie Story (part 6)<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Disclaimer</u></b>: This is a work of fiction. The events that take place are for entertainment purposes ONLY. This was written very quickly. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 22pt;">Old Navy: A Zombie Story<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt;">Part 6<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 14pt;">In the Kids stock room</span><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 14pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Andy and Steve are up in the front of the store. Katie W is ringing out a customer and Alex is folding a table of shirts in the front of boys. Andy and Steve are talking; they are both shivering a little bit because of the cold. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">“So when did they say the Pizza would be here?” Andy says.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">“Oh any time now.” Steve says through his chattering teeth.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">They stand there, shaking. Over the walkie Brian calls Andy to the Office.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Andy turns to Steve, “Crap its even colder back there.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">“Well man, good luck.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Steve starts to fold some shirts by the truck. He looks up just in time to see the pizza guy come in the door. Steve takes the Pizza to the men’s stock room and starts to set them up.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Danice walks sees Steve setting up the food and can’t believe the amount the pizza that they ordered.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">“Ok so how many stores are we feeding tonight?”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">“Oh just ours, but we got one heck of a deal, Gosh darn itl.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Danice sneaks a slice of pizza, she takes a bite. With the food in one cheek she asks, “Do we put the cooler on to the left or the right of the pizza?”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">“Well we could do both.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">The wind howls so loudly that Both Danice and Steve glance up hoping that nothing comes crashing down on them.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Andy walks back through. He starts to count the T-stands. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">“2,4,6,9,12…”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Steve looks at Andy, “Do we need a count of T Stands for something?”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">“Oh, kind of, it is part of a game for the meeting.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">“Oh yeah. Brain said something about that.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Andy walks back out to the floor. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">A few moments pass while Danice and Steve each have a few slices of pizza. They finish just as Jason and Josh walk through the door. They say hello.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Jason sees the pizza. As he reaches for a slice he shouts, “Hey, Pizza!”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Danice slaps his hand away. “We are not ready yet. Just wait till every one gets here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">“Sorry,” Jason lowers his head and walks away in shame.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">“Can you believe that guy?” Danice Asks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">A Trains horn is drowned out by another gust of screaming wind. It sends a shiver down Danice’s spine. Patrice, Nick and Andy come barging through the door to the men’s stock room. Danice jumps. There is some laughter from the break room.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Danice and Steve leave the food and continue on with their night. Steve works his way out to the floor. He makes it to the daily zone chart to see if any one missed a break. His eye is caught by a well worn and folded up piece of paper. He opens it up. Across the top is typed <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">1. Protection<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">2. Food and Water<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">3. Communication<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">4. Security<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">5. Survival<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">6. Other<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Steve Flips to the next page it is labeled: </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">6. Other.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Nothing is typed on it but there are about two dozen hand written notes. He can tell that Andy has written this by the style of the chicken scratch. He reads a few of the notes:<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Heat—if this is going to happen soon then we will need some kind of heat. There are plenty of close in the store…maybe some sort of fire or electric heat?<o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Need something to cook the food.<o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Those two thoughts are circled and an arrow is drawn to a word with that has been circled many times in three colors of ink:<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Propane <o:p></o:p></span></i></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">A bang comes form the front doors. Steve snaps his head around and sees a big group of employees come in the front door for the meeting. He looks at his watch, almost time to lock the doors. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Steve locks the kid’s side doors. Just as he locks shuts them for the last time and gives them a shake. The wind howls and the rain starts to poor out of the sky. It’s a heavy rain like blobs of Jell-O. In a matter of moments Steve can not see Popeye’s from the door. He walks back into the store and tosses Andy the key so he can lock the Adult side doors.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Steve watches Andy struggle with the door. Brian starts the meeting, then Danice starts with her part. Steve looks back over and Andy is still struggling with the door, this time with Shawn standing next to him. The wind gust and slams in to Andy knocking him down. Shawn helps Andy in to the store and slams the door shut but it did not latch on all the way. Andy looks to be bleeding but people are taking care of it. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Later in the meeting Steve and Danice are going over some Loss Prevention items with one of the groups by the kid’s side doors up around register six. The group starts to get rowdy. Steve whips his hand in the Air.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"> “Hand goes up, Mouths go shut.” He says with a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">The group laughs. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">All of a sudden a man runs up and bangs on the windows behind Steve and Brian. He looks like he has just come from a meeting with the Devil. Soaked to the bone he has a determined look on his face. Brian tries to tell the man that they where closed. But the man just yells through the glass.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">“</span></strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;">I need to get in and call for help! My Wife, My wife was just eaten alive!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">The man runs to the middle of the glass and starts pounding away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> “Let me in! Hell has been released!” The man stops shouting. He looks to his left and then out into the parking lot. Then he runs away in terror, screaming.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Lani standing next to Jen Ross asks in her northern accent, “What the heck was that about?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">“I have no Idea.” Jen replies, “You would think people would have better thing to do that try and con their way into a store.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Lani Ask, “you don’t think that, that guy really needed help do you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">“A rain coat, yes. Help most likely not.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">With a bang and a crash the wind rips the door on the adult side of the store open. Andy gets up and dashes to the open door. With the cold rain pound down on him Andy is having trouble closing the door. Then all of a sudden he just stops, then he turns and stairs into the rain. The rain by this point is dripping from his nose and beard. Every one in the store is watching him like it is a movie. Brian finally makes it over to see what is wrong. He yells something to Andy and Andy replies. Finally they get the door shut. Brian has a little rain on his shoes and pants but Andy is soaked to the bone. Shawn brings a mop and some paper towels to clean up the water. The three of them are talking. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">All of a sudden about five people come to the kid's side doors and slam into them. They smear the windows.</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">A scream comes from some where. "Is That Blood?" <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Every one starts looking at the windows more and more zombies appear and slam them self in to the giant windows that cover the front of the store. A weird greenish substance is mixed in with the blood that is being smeared onto the windows.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">The Zombies break through the adult side doors where Andy is standing. They grab him and start to pull him out side. Brian and Shawn try to pull him back in side. Shawn slips and falls. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Steve starts to run over to help out but he sees Andy getting ripped into four pieces. Then Brian becomes engulfed. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">He hears some one shout, "To the back!" Steve starts to get his group to the kid's stock room down kids Main Street. About half of his group tries to cross to get over to the front stock room. While running to the back Steve sees a few people scramble up some ladders to get on top of the booth sets. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Steve is the last one into the entrance of the fitting room the group that went into the kid's stock room. He looks around before he walks into the stock room and sees ten zombies plodding toward him through the baby section. He doesn't see any other zombies but he can hear them. The hum from the grown of the mass of zombies coming from the other side of the store could put you to sleep. Steve shakes off what he has just seen and slams the door behind him. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">He turns around, "Is every one ok in here." <o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Sherri looks up, "I think so but Larson and Danice both tossed their cookies on the way back here."<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Jen Ross points to a set of numbers and some words that are written on the wall above the door.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt;">4 8 15 16 23 42 Find these numbers. They will save your life.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">Steve reads them, "Huh? What do you think that means?"<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;">"I don't know," Jen Ross replies. "But we might want to find those numbers."<o:p></o:p></span></strong></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">And now….</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt;">Before Noon Presents<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 22pt;">Old Navy: A Zombie Story<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt;">Part 5<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 14pt;"> But Wait, There’s More</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">…</span><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 14pt;">Of Them<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br clear="all" style="page-break-before: always;" /> </span> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Austin and Fitz walk in to the back room where Krissy is enjoying some Pizza and a bottle of water. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Amy and Care are setting out the last of the Pizza for Austin and Fitz. Austin barrels into his few slices. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Woo, slow down tiger. That is the last of the Pizza.” Care says.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Austin has his mouth full when he replies, “Maorry. M nust nearlly hunnry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“What!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Austin swallows, “Sorry, I’m just really hungry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Care looks across the table and Jen Fitz is just sitting there looking down at her Pizza, not touching it. She did open her bottle of water; she has not taken a drink however she is spinning the cap like a top.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Care sees this and asks, “What’s wrong Jen?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">It takes Jen just a little bit for the question to register but she replies, “Well, I almost died out there. I slipped and fell. If it wasn’t for Austin I, I…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Austin interrupts, “You where the one that caught your self on the pole. I just helped you up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well, thank you, any way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Care makes sure that the Krissy, Austin, and Fitz are all doing ok before she goes to see if any one else made it. As she walks into the Men’s stock room she sees Alex he looks a little frazzled. She runs up and gives him a big hug. He awkwardly hugs her back. It is quite a funny sight, petite Caroline and extremely tall Alex. After their quick embrace Care runs back into the break room to get Alex some food and drink. She comes back and gives Alex the food and bottle of water. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">She then asks him, “Did any one else make it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well Shawn and Aaron did but…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“But what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“well I think that he was bit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Oh!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Yeah but Madeline is taking care of him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh walks in, “Who is taking care of what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Oh Aaron is hurt or something.” Alex replies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Hearing this Josh runs over to Madeline and Aaron. There is a small pool of blood below Aaron.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Madeline is talking to Aaron, “You’re missing a chunk of you arm. We need to take care of this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Aaron falls to the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh asks nervously, “What is wrong with him? Was he bitten, by a Zombie? If so we have to kill him”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;"> “I was going to help him. You are not going to kill him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Yeah, you can’t help him. If some one is bitten by a zombie they become a zombie. Don’t you want to survive? If so no questions ask let me drive this face out through his skull.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“What!? You just can’t kill some because they are hurt. We can tie him up and see if he will come around.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Ok fine we can do it your way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">They drag Aaron out to Women’s four. The moan of the Zombies seams to be getting louder. The alarm from the door back in baby has been going off hours now. Josh ties Aaron to a spine of a booth set on the wall away from both the door and the other zombies. Madeline climes up on top of the booths to take a look, she can see that the entire adult main street is covered with Zombies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh yells up to Madeline, “Hey so how many do see?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well, there is about, I don’t know a lot. Main Street is full of Zombies, but just Main Street.” Madeline replies. She climes down. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well?” Josh asks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well, there are no zombies out side. There are a few dead ones out side from what I could see and the only thing left of Martha seems to be, well, pieces of bones.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“That’s going to haunt my dreams. Lets get back in we’ll check on Aaron later.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh and Madeline walk into the back where Scott, Shawn and Jason are looking through some boxes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Are you sure that there is some in these boxes?” Shawn asks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Yeah there is no way that we put it all out.” Jason replies<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“I thought so too, but all I am finding is socks.” Scott says.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well that’s just great but I am not wrapping up my balls in a bunch of socks.” Shawn sneers.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh is taken back by this. “What the hell are you guys talking about?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“We decided that we should all change into some fresh underwear.” Jason replies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Oh” Josh leaves them and walks to the break room.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Madeline says nothing and continues into the break room. She passes Patrice as Patrice goes to see what the guys are doing. As Patrice rounds the corner she sees all of the guys bare butts, as they pull on their new underwear she lets out a “Damn, so I guess that none of us ladies where good enough for you just had to experiment.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">There is a bit of silence. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Patrice continues, “Just kidding.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jason gets a little defensive, “Hey it took us a while to find the new underwear. We had to plow though a bunch of socks.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Shawn replies “Plow though. Bow chick-a Bow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Scott tries to explain “We had some trouble finding the right box. It was kinda hard.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Bow chick-a Bow wow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Patrice by this time is rolling on the floor laughing. All of the guys are standing there with there pants around their ankles in their fresh underwear.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Patrice tries to ask a question why still laughing. “So you…plowed a bunch of boxes…and it was kinda hard.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Bow chick-a Bow wow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Every one breaks out in a fit of laughter. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">It gets to be around three in the after noon. Amy H is fishing though her pockets to find some change to get some food from the vending machine. “Hey, does any one have a dime. I am getting hungry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Uh, Hang on.” Jason says from across the room. He walks to the tables picks up a chair and with a mighty swing cracks the front to the candy machine. He takes another swing and the glass shatters into about 6 large pieces.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jason looks at Amy, “Keep the change.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">As the survivors eat some of the last food they have access to there is a group around the table with Scott and a group in the men’s stock room lounging. Scott starts to tell some jokes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“While traveling thru the Appalachians, a circus lost one of its elephants.<br />
The elephant wound up grazing in a hillbilly garden and the owner spied him. <br />
Not recognizing the type of beast it was the backwoodsman phoned the Sheriff.<br />
The Sheriff asked the man what the animal looked like to which he replied, “Well, he’s big and gray and has a tail on both ends.” <br />
The Sheriff then asked what the animal was doing. <br />
The backwoodsman replied, “He’s standing in my garden pulling cornstalks up with his tail.” <br />
The Sheriff then asked “What is he doing with the cornstalks?”<br />
The backwoodsman said,” Sheriff, if I told you, you wouldn’t believe me!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">There is a lot of laughter. Madeline finishing her Fritos, Snickers and Sprite walks into the Men’s stock room giggling. She is going to take a nap. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Erica looks up at Madeline and asks, “What is every one laughing at.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Madeline replies, “Oh Scott is telling jokes again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“I could use a good laugh can you tell it to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Ok the Appalachians where going to a circus and found an elephants. No wait. It was a hillbilly. While traveling thru some hills an elephant lost it circus…Damn!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Are you ok?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Yeah, let me try again. While traveling thru the Appalachians a hillbilly was eating cornstalks. And an elephant was there. CRAP!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“I could just go ask Scott.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Scott walks in, “Ask Scott what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Nothing. I was just telling Erica your Elephant joke.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Ok lay it on me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“While traveling thru some cornstalks a hillbilly sees an elephant and the Sheriff.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Are you ok?” Scott asks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“No I just some times.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“You can’t tell a joke, can you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“No, wait, yes I can.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“No, no. It’s like a little kid. You get the joke but then when you start to tell it you mess it up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Ok one more try.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Ok.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;"> “While traveling thru the Appalachians, a Sheriff saw a lost elephant.<br />
The elephant was eating some corn with its butt and…Wait the circus lost the elephant. And it’s the Hillbilly. DAMN IT!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Keep working on it. Besides Josh said you where suppose to check on Aaron with him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Madeline stomps off in both anger and frustration. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Madeline walks past Jason digging through the boxes on the shelves by the lockers and into the Women’s Stock room. Josh is in there swing a face out. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Shawn starts to follow Madeline but stops to see what Jason is doing. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“What are you looking for Jason?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well we are out of food. I was hoping that with all of the Zombie talk the other day that food might have been hidden up here…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jason pauses for a second. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Shawn notices the pause, “What did you find.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well,” Jason continues. “There are some numbers written on this panel up here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Numbers, what Numbers?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“4, 8, 15, 16, 23, and 42”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“What do you think those numbers mean?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“I have no idea. It might be in Andy’s hand writing. It is a little sloppy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Josh may know we could go ask him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jason hops down from the ladder and Shawn and he walk in to the Women’s Stock room. They see Madeline and Josh having a heated argument.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Josh you just can’t kill Aaron! He is not a zombie! He was just bitten!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Yeah, he was bitten! That’s how you become a zombie!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Could you just wait till he IS a Zombie! Hell, you know the man for peat sake!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Being <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">bitten</i> and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">being</i> a Zombie are the same thing!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“No they are not.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“You say p<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">o</i>tato…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Yeah I do, and so does every one else I know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Fine we will just let him turn into a Zombie first.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">After a few beats Jason interrupts the argument.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Hey Josh, we found some numbers on the hatch/panel thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Katie S. (Josh’s girl friend) and Jen Ross walk in from the door that leads to the fitting room. Shawn sees them. But no one else, the two ladies are catching there breath. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh just asks Jason, “What are the numbers on the hatch?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jason replies, “4, 8, 15, 16, 23, and 42.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Those are the numbers from the TV show Lost. I would think that Andy or some one would have used them so we look in side of it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Katie looks up and says, “Those same numbers where on the hatch in the kids stock room. That is where we found the food and other stuff.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Katie being there does not faze Josh. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh continues, “Ok we should look in the hatch…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh pauses.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Shawn says, “Wait for it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">There is a short beat. The Josh turns and runs to Katie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">They Hug and share a small kiss. The short passionate kiss that lovers share when one picks up another at the air port.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jen Ross clears her throat, “So are we all going to go get every one else or what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Shawn looks at Jen, “There are more of you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“There are 10 of us in the other room. We need to go get them; also Andy left some really nice stuff over there.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Broadway; font-size: 16pt;">Be here next week for more amazing, fantastic, gory zombie-ness…Part 6<o:p></o:p></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03937310027048202838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410493703169604256.post-59721528180554486792011-07-28T04:30:00.003-05:002011-07-28T04:30:00.367-05:00Old Navy: A Zombie Story (part 4)<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Disclaimer</u></b>:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is a work of fiction. The events that take place are for entertainment purposes ONLY.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Story written very quickly. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And now….</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11.0pt;">Before Noon Presents<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 22.0pt;">Old Navy: A Zombie Story<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11.0pt;">Part 4<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 14.0pt;">The Twelve Footer<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br clear="all" style="page-break-before: always;" /> </span> <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Every one is Awake now awake in the Men’s stockroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh looks up from the couch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is some sort of commotion around Shawn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He sees that Shawn is on the phone and every one is asking questions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh hears a few.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“How many are there?” “Who is dead?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Josh shouts out “Have you seen Katie?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">The questions continue to fly at Shawn. “Is any one hurt?” “Did any one get bitten?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Where did they come from?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Scott is standing to the left of Josh and shouts out “Are there any Giant Squid out there?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Josh punches across his body with his right hand and hits Scott in the arm, hard. Scott shuts up and just rubs his arm.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Shawn speaks into the phone again, “Alex repeat what you just said”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“You want what? We’re the ones in trouble here.” Alex Screams into the phone. He looks up to the group, “he wants me to repeat my self.” Alex talks back in to his phone. “We are alive.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Ok, you’re where?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">On top of the booths”</span><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“On top of the booth sets?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Yes! Again with the repeating!”</span><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“How many of there are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Six, well, five but Kendra was bitten or something and we had to toss her on to a t-stand”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Ok”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Did you guys hook up with Steve’s group though the fitting room?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“No, we came in through the first door in women’s?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Damn”</span><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“And how many Zombies?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Well we have killed three Zombies, so I would say, around two hundred, maybe more.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Wow, that’s a lot. Ok man we are going to try to get you down and in here some how.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just hang in there. We will come to get you soon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Thanks, and hurry up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Alex turns to the group, “They are going to come and get us.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Shawn hangs up the phone and looks up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Amy H looks at Shawn and ask, “So how are we suppose to go and get them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Well I did say soon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">No one else says a thing for fifteen minuets while every one thinks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nick gets board and starts to play Pac-Man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott is bouncing a high bounce ball off of the wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aaron is walking around the back room pacing. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Shawn snaps up and Grabs the ball from Scott.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Scott snarls, “Hey!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Sorry Scott but these are the answer.” Shawn answers. “We get all of those bouncy balls out of the back and roll them under the feet of the Zombies. They will trip and fall all over each other and we can use that time to get the gang down from the top of the booths.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Patrice looks at Shawn, “So where do we get the ball from?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“From the Kids Stock…” Shawn trails off.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Right through the herd of Zombies.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Well it’s a start.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Patrice Shouts, “WE NEED AN END NOT A START!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Every one is quite. All they hear is the ‘dew, dew, dew’ of Nick Dying on Pac-Man.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Jason snaps his head around, “That is it, Pac-Man!” He runs in to the Men’s stock room and start grabbing empty fixtures and putting them together like MacGyver with an Erector Set.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every one just stairs at him for a few moments, Aaron and Josh walk over to him concerned. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Aaron starts, “Hey J, what the heck are you doing?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Jason replies franticly, “Building a maze”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Jason stops to catch his breath and then starts to explain. “Ok in Pac-Man the ghosts have to follow the paths though the maze.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Jason, we’ve all played Pac-Man.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Jason is starting to get excited while he is explaining, “Right, well the ghost can’t go through the walls of the maze. That has never made any sense to me they are ghost, they can go though things, like walls.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Jason!” Josh shouts. “What are you trying to do, build a maze?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Close,” Jason replies. He is now starting to pant from being so excited. “WE are going to build walls, so the Zombies can’t get to us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">On top of the booths Krissy is just sitting there rocking back and forth with her knees in her chest. She shouts at Alex. “Did he say how long it was going to be?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Alex shouts back, “No he just said soon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“OK, how long has it been?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“A little more than an hour!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Fitz, Martha and Austin are looking down at the Zombies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Martha notices something, “Do you think the Zombies are moving faster now then they where before the sun was all way up?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Fitz answers, “well it did drop below freezing last night maybe they got cold.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Austin chimes in, “You mean like a snake?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“Yeah like a snake. Did Kendra feel cold when you grabbed her?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“I don’t remember, it all happened so fast.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Just then out of the door in Women’s four burst Josh, Scott, Patrice and Caroline.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott and Josh are carrying an H-fixture that looks more like a fence with as many jet rails that was jammed across it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They zip tie it to the spine between the first two booths on the non-dom wall and then they flip the tables on their sides and run back into the back room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As this is happening Patrice has a bakers rack full of boxes full of shoppers, she struggles to place a row behind the H-fixture so it won’t move. Care run over and grabs the floor ladder that is in the shop and jams it next to the non-dom wall. She locks it and runs back in to the back to help Josh and Scott. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Aaron, Jason, Amy H and Shawn come barreling out of the back door of the fitting room. With two more super H-fixtures. Shawn and Amy connect them to the other super H-fixture. Aaron and Jason push the two tipped over tables in to the aisle and zip tie them down to the out side of the accessories cage and the end cap. Amy wheels another ladder in to Shop 4.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aaron, Jason and Shawn start placing accessories fixtures end to end and zip tying them together and Jason starts securing them to the inside of the Accessories cage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">As Jason moves to secure the far right side of this new wall in accessories two Zombies round the corner, Martha and Caroline scream. Jason looks up just in time to see Aaron put a t-stand face out in the first one’s head. The hollow thud and splash of blackened blood startle him. This drops the first Zombie. The second Zombie goes after Aaron. With a T-stand face out in each hand Aaron puts one through each temple of the other Zombie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He helps Jason up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Come on man, we need to get out of here.” The two men make it back to women’s four. Shawn, Josh and Scott secure the last of the ‘fence’ that now blocks off the shop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every one from the back room jumps up and down in joy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Fitz shouts across the building, “That was great. Now what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Scott and Shawn are the first up the floor ladder to the top of the booth set.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They see Krissy. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Krissy get your butt over here and get down the ladder.” Scott shouts.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Krissy bounds over to them on top of the both sets and she makes it over to them with ease. The Zombies are starting to pool around the accessory cage and the front corner of the fence. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Shawn looks at Krissy, “Why the hell did you not get down this way earlier?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“I, I, I just don’t know. But thank you.” Krissy climbs down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Care and Erica take her to the back to get some food and water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aaron and Jason carry out the first twelve foot ladder, followed by Josh and Patrice with the other one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They pass the first ladder up to Shawn and Scott; they struggle getting the ladder across the opening and under the lights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shawn and Scott pull the ladder up and smash it though a couple of light fixtures. By doing this they knock the track lighting off and it splits a Zombie’s skull with a loud Crack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Shawn walks over the ladder and using even more zip ties straps it down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scott, Madeline and Aaron start sliding shelves across the ladder to Shawn. Shawn places them across the top of the cage to make a little platform. It wobbles a little. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Shawn shouts down at Jason, “It’s a little shaky but it might work.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Jason walks to the back and grabs a bunch of walkie talkies. He passes some up to Shawn and the group.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every one puts one on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Jason talks over the walkie to Shawn, “I am tired of yelling. Toss one over to those guys.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Shawn tosses a walkie over to the other group and Alex puts it on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Scott and Madeline walk the other twelve foot ladder across to Shawn. Madeline looks down and sees the Zombies snapping like baby birds that need food. She takes a moment to catch her breath on the platform. With the big inhale that she takes the smell overwhelms here. It smells like a dead animal that was wrapped in old bacon fat and put in a dumpster in the middle of the summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The smell makes her vomit. Most of Madeline’s puke hits the Zombies. They don’t flinch. By now Scott and Shawn have placed the other latter across the second span to where Alex and the rest are waiting. Shawn goes to strap down this ladder and fumbles a bit and he drops the Zip ties.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Shit,” Shawn says under his breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Scott hears this and leans down, “What’s up?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“I dropped the zip ties, the last zip ties.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“I guess we will have to hold it down then.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Shawn Shouts “OK let’s go.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Shawn walks across the ladder to the others and holds it down. He starts to help the others on to the ladder.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“One at a time guys,” Shawn says.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Austin is the first to cross; he then takes Madeline’s place holding down the ladder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fitz is next she makes it across with ease. As Martha starts across a Zombie hits the Emergency Exit door in the back corner of baby. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">The noise startles everyone. They all snap their heads around and look at the door. Fitz not watching where she is going, steps in the small pool of Madeline’s vomit, slips and falls off of the platform. She catches her self on a cross post of the cage. With her feet dangling Fitz starts to kick the Zombies who are grasping for her legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Austin lets go of the ladder and starts to pull Jen up. The entire accessories cage shakes. Martha has frozen in the middle of the ladder. The ladder falls with Martha hanging on like a scene out of and Indiana Jones movie. The ladder smashes down on a bunch of Zombies. A few of their heads squash like Zits. Martha falls off as the ladder hits the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Aaron sees Martha hit the floor and runs to aid with face outs swinging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Moving like Morpheus, Aaron smashes in the heads of the first two with two t-stand face outs. The Zombies fall like rocks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He pulls a jet rail out of his back like sword and takes a mighty swing. The swing knocks the heads off of three Zombies. Aaron stumbles over a body, regains his balance and tries to find Martha.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Martha has fought her way to the top of the table in Men’s shop 3.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She has taken a face out from a t-stand with her and is hacking away at the members of the undead who try to use her as a snack. With her focus on the group in front of her Martha does not see the Zombie crawl up behind her, but Aaron does. He takes the long jet rail he is using as a club and chucks it across the store like a spear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The jet rail zips by Martha’s head and catches the Zombie in the left temple and comes out its right ear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">With Aaron and Martha both on the table fighting off the Zombie horde and Austin, Madeline, Scott and Fitz getting off the top of the booths into Women’s Shop 4 , Jason Gets on the walkie with Shawn and Alex. “You guys are going to have to jump down and make it in though the fitting room. You should be able to either kill or run by the five Zombies that are banging on the door to the kid’s stock room.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Right,” Shawn responds. “How do we get down?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Aaron hearing thins over his walkie Shouts, “Just jump I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Shawn and Alex jump down and start past the Zombies in the fitting room. The last one grabs Alex’s Shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aaron goes to help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Martha is there hold her own for about 30 seconds, with a face out in each hand she crushes a skull then another, in that same motion she pulls the first face out of the first zombie and smashes it in to a third then a fourth there is a break she turns to see Aaron body tackle the zombie that had a hold of Alex. Martha turns to run to catch the group but she is over run by mass of undead souls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">There are no screams from Martha, over the alarm from the emergency door a laugh that can only be described as the laugh of a woman going mad can be made out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then it is gone, to be replaced by the sound of snapping bones and ripping flesh.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Aaron is still in a life or death struggle with just one zombie. Shawn and Alex grab a couple of face outs that where just lying on a table in the fitting room. They charge the Zombies to save Aaron. Alex hits the zombie that is struggling with Aaron so hard in the head that the face out blows out of the Zombie on to Aarons body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aaron kicks the corps on to the ground. Shawn has missed with his face out but has pinned a Zombie to the wall next to the door by its shirt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The three young men run to the back of the fitting room where Jason and his group had earlier set up another wall of h-bars. They scale it with ease. Looking back down the fitting room Alex notices that none of the Zombies have followed. They make it back with the others.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Patrice asks, “Are you guys ok?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Yeah I think we all are.” Aaron answers as he hides his left arm. Blood drips off of his finger and hits the ground. Madeline sees that Aaron is bleeding and she runs over to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Holy crap! Aaron, you’re bleeding.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Oh, Yeah I’m ok, I, I, Just cut my arm on something…” Aaron starts to sway back and forth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Madeline pulls up his sleeve.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“You’ve been bit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Aaron jerks his arm away and starts to roll down his sleeve, “You know you’re not a nurse yet…” Aaron is fading in and out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh runs over.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“You’re missing a chunk of you arm. We need to take care of this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Aaron falls to the floor. While fading in and out he can almost make out what is being said. People are yelling.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“…bitten…a Zombie…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“…help…kill him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Yeah…through his skull.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“What…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Ok…your way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Aaron blacks out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All he can hear is the blood rushing though his body and his heart pounding.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The world is spinning he can’t make it stop. All he can do is scream, “AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 22.0pt;">Soon Part 5 Same Zombie time, Same Zombie channel</span><span style="font-family: "Porky\0027s"; font-size: 22.0pt;">……</span><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 22.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03937310027048202838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410493703169604256.post-64001411843017538702011-07-21T04:30:00.002-05:002011-07-21T04:30:01.102-05:00Old Navy: A Zombie Story (part 3)<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Disclaimer</u></b>:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is a work of fiction. The events that take place are for entertainment purposes ONLY. This written very quickly. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And now….</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11.0pt;">Before Noon Presents<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 22.0pt;">Old Navy: A Zombie Story<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11.0pt;">Part 3<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11.0pt;">On Top of the World<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br clear="all" style="page-break-before: always;" /> </span> <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">The rain was beginning to pick up a little. Alex, an extremely tall guy with short black hair, is an Archeology major at the University of Kansas. He was folding some shirts in boys feature. The store was slow today that he had folded this same stack of shirts about 5 times, just so he had something to do. Alex looks up and stretches a bit. He really wishes that he could have a waist high work station so he would not be hunched over as much. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After he finishes stretching he sees Katie W smile and wave at some one that just came in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He asks over to ask, “Who was that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Katie W replies, “Josh and Jason.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Andy walks over, “What about Josh and Jason?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Oh Katie just waved to them as they came in the door.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Andy smirks, “Jason is gunna love this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Andy starts to walk away when Nick and Patrice walk though the door. He waits for them, says something to Patrice them follows them to the back.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Alex walks back over to boys. He scans the shops for any straitening he might have missed. He goes into the fitting room where Krissy, another supervisor, is helping Lindsay process some go backs. Krissy is from Chicago, and sounds like it when she talks, most of the guys find her annoying due to a lack of brain power and hot in that Lois Griffin way. Lindsay is about 6 months from being a 3<sup>rd</sup> grade teacher. Martha is back there as well grabbing the last of the running. Alex helps her run the rack. Alex gets along with Martha just great they both like to party but Martha is a little wild for his tastes. After they finish the running Alex goes on his fifteen minute break before the meeting starts. He passes Andy and Jason as he goes to the back. Jason is ranting about something, “…sixteen t-stands! I can’t believe this. Of all the stupid things…” Alex looks at all the food. He asks Danice “so is all this for us?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Danice replies, “Yeah but not right now. You can have some Cookies though.” She hands him a package of E.L. Fudges.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Thanks,” He takes them and goes to break.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">About and hour later the meeting starts. There is a gust of wind that shrieks across the roof of the building. Andy is trying to lock the doors but seems to be having trouble with the left door. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Alex turns to Jen Fitz, “You know we are always having trouble with that door.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Robin walks over and slips, “Crap.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Are you ok Robin?” Alex ask.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“yeah, I got these new shoes and they are just really slick. I have been falling all day.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Oh.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">The door slams open. Knocks Andy down and it cuts his face. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Robin covers her mouth to muffle the scream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Damn, that looks like it hurt.” Jen Fits says.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">With Andy on the injured reserves Krissy is now running the game.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Alex is winning the game, with Austin a close second. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Austin is a stereotypical high school jock. Alex is enjoying his lead that he barely notices the rain. Laughter comes from register six after Steve said something. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Just then a guy starts pounding on the windows. He runs away screaming. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Alex looks at Fitz “what is that guy’s problem.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jen Fitz replies “I don’t know. I think he is on drugs or something.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The wind gusts and smashes the left door. Alex hears Andy mumble something as he gets up to close the door. Andy steps outside in the pounding rain. From Alex’s Point of View, Andy just stops, and looks into the sheets of water that are pounding down. He takes a few steps out into the rain.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jen turns to Alex, “Why is Andy just standing there?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Alex replies, “Maybe he needs a shower?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Jen snickers. Alex hears Steve say something but he can’t make out what is said over Jen’s Snicker. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Some one from the other group shouts, “Is that blood!?” “Oh my God, There are tons of them!!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">The door shatters and Andy is pulled through. Alex is frozen in fear. Jen pulls him toward a ladder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They both trip and fall through the forest of t-stands. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As they help each other up Alex turns back and sees a leg in Brian’s hands. Alex turns and vomits. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“That is gross. We need to get out of here.” Jen says.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Josh and Jason are yelling something. Jen sees Austin and Martha scramble up a ladder in Men’s feature, they try to follow. The front of the store is now teeming with zombies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like killer bees they swarm over any one who is in there way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alex and Jen just make it up the ladder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Zombies try to follow up the ladder. Austin kicks the ladder to the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alex looks to the kids’ side and sees a group of people lead by Steve and Lani running toward the fitting room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alex snaps his head around when he hears the door slam on the Women’s side. Krissy was too late to get into the back room. She pounds her fist on the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“DAMN IT!” She yells.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">She turns with her back to the door marked ‘employees only’. She looks up and spots Alex and Austin watching her. She looks to her right and scrambles up the ladder to the upstock in women’s shop two.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Austin Yells “Kick the ladder over.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Krissy shouts back “What!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">As Austin yells at again Krissy sees a zombie climbing up the ladder toward her. She kicks it in the face. The Zombie falls. Krissy then kicks the ladder over. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Thirty minuets later the Zombies have calmed down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are just bumping into the door first door in women’s two.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The zombies stand about three feet back from the walls where people are on top of them. The zombies just kind of sway like wheat in the wind and moan like an obese family leaving all you can eat crab leg night at the Ameristar. In the fitting room about half a dozen zombies that followed the group to the kids stock room. The zombies are just bumping into this door as well. A few Zombies are ‘stuck’ on some fixtures in the baby section.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Martha shouts across the store to Krissy, “Are you ok?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yeah, how is everyone over there.” Krissy shouts in reply.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">They look around. “Everyone seems ok, except for Kendra,” Austin replies. “She cut her hand climbing into upstock.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Kendra looks at her arm. The cut is really a bit mark. The flesh around it has started to turn a pail shade with the veins starting to enlarge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She lies down and falls asleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">The moans from the zombies put the group to sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alex awakes to a sound of running water and laughter. He looks over and sees Austin peeing on to the zombies. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Ha, ha, Take that you undead crap holes” Austin is whispering as not to awake the others.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Alex asks him, “What are you doing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“This is great, if you have to go you should try this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Alex looks around, every one is asleep. He stands up and starts to urinate on the zombies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Alex starts to chuckle, “this is awesome.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Oh yeah, try to hit their eyes it is like a little bulls eye.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">About the time that Austin and Alex run out of pee the ladies start to wake up. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kendra is coughing now.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Martha looks over, “What the hell are you guys doing?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">They say nothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She just glares at them. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Oh, I am jealous. That looks like it could be fun.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Kendra continues to cough.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Alex and Austin both just smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Jen wakes up and vomits a little, “What the hell is that smell.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“If it smells like urine then blame the two knuckle heads here.” Martha replies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“No,” Jen continues. “It smells like a dumpster on a hot and sticky summer afternoon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Alex sarcastically says, “You spend a lot of time around dumpsters in the summer?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“No,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and your new name is Lex.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“or Lexy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“I don’t think that this is the time…” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Oh Lexy your so sexy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Clank, Clank, clank. Every one looks across the store and sees Krissy picking up hanger rods off of the top of the booth sets and chucking them like spears at the Zombies. She is missing badly with every shot. She gets a little closer to hitting the head of one of the zombies. She stops and tries to aim, pointing the rod at a Zombie then pulling it away like she was churning butter. She hits one with a sound that was like an echoing crush of a watermelon.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“Ha, ha! I got him. Take that Target zombie in the red shirt.” Krissy yells with a bit of rage. “I was supposed to at a bar-b-q! I’m gunna get another pole and line all of you friends up besides you. Aaaggghhhhh.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Martha Shouts across the store, “Hey Krissy. Those used to be humans.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Krissy pauses a minute, she looks blankly toward the front of the store, sets down the rod, it falls to the floor. She sits down about the same time the rod clanks to the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Oh, you’re right.” Krissy just shuts down and weeps a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Martha and Alex try to calm down Krissy as Kendra rises up and starts to moan. Now a pasty white color you can see the blue vein through her skin. Her eyes are sunken in and glazed over. Austin notices something is not right. He tries to get Alex’s attention by tapping him on the shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Um, guys.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alex and Martha just keep trying to calm down Krissy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Guys I think something is wrong with Kendra.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Kendra is slowly tripping over the bars and climbing toward the group. Jen turns around and screams.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Krissy looks up just as Austin grabs the back of Zombie Kendra’s shirt and hurls her off of the top or the booths. Zombie Kendra’s undead body soars and becomes impaled on a t-stand in men’s feature. She wiggles around, a lot.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">An hour or so goes by when Alex perks up. “I wish we had a way to get some food.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Martha replies, “Yeah if we could just get some one to deliver a pizza.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jen sits up. “Or we could just call the guys in the back!” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Martha, “Yeah and how would we do that? If someone had a cell phone we could have called about 5 hours ago. I mean the damn sun is getting ready to come up.” Jen looks at Alex. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What?” Alex says defensively. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Jen just looks at Alex. Then she looks at Martha. Martha nods and they both look back at Alex.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What?!” Alex once again is defensive. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">The two ladies say nothing. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Oh,” Alex says bashfully. “I guess I do have my phone in my pocket.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Alex I swear to God, if I was sure that you where not one of the last men on the planet I would kill you now.” Martha says with a wink. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Right,” Alex replies as he pulls out his phone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He looks down at it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He chuckles. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What is so funny?” Jen asks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Oh I have a text from Lacero, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Beer at the O.C. </i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></i><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">He starts to dial Shawn’s phone. “It’s ringing…Shawn its Alex there are 5 of us alive on top of the booth sets and we are starving and don’t want to be eaten. Did Steve and his group make it back there?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">“You want what? We’re the ones in trouble here.” He looks up to the group, “he wants me to repeat my self.” Alex talks back in to his phone. “We are alive…on top of the booths…Six, well, five but Kendra was bitten or something and we had to toss her on to a t-stand...did you guys hook up with Steve’s group though the fitting room…Damn…Well we have killed three Zombies, so I would say, around two hundred, maybe more… Thanks, and hurry up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Alex turns to the group, “They are going to come and get us.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 22pt;">Old Navy: A Zombie Story<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt;">Part 2<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11pt;">The Back Room<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.belch.com/img/zombie-outbreak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.belch.com/img/zombie-outbreak.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px;">After Aaron and Madeline race into the Men’s stock room Aaron grabs the door from Josh. Madeline wipes the bits of Zombie off of her. Aaron just leans against the door hoping his heart does not pound though his chest. The pounding so hard he does not feel the pounding coming from the other side of the door.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh asks “What the hell was that”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jason replies “I think your worst fears have come true.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh “No.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jason “Zombies. The store was just over run with Zombies.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Aaron catches his breath, “how many of us made it?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well.” Scott looks around. He sees that Caroline, Anne and Lauren made it. Nick, Patrice and Erica helped Shawn into the back room after he hit his head trying to save Andy. Madeline and Aaron just came though the door Jason and Josh where some of the last ones in. Oh and of coarse himself. “There are about twelve of us so far.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Patrice looks around. “Damn is every one OK.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Shawn moans, “Degobah…Yoda…Degobah system…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Patrice continues, “Ok is every one else <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">besides</i> Shawn Ok.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“I’ll go get Shawn some ice.” Anne says. She goes over to a cooler full of Coke and Diet Coke. Grabs a hand full of ice looks around for a bag. “Damn it.” She splashes the ice back in to the cooler walks over to the stacks of boxes holding the poly bags yanks one down, rips it open goes back to the cooler fills the bag and helps Shawn with the ice.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Patrice runs to the office and tries to dial 9-1-1. No answer. She hangs up this time a busy signal. “Damn” She slams the phone down.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Scott walks around the corner. “Patrice, was any one there?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“No.” she answers. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Huh, so I guess that we’re just on our own then?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Yeah.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Jason and Josh are checking the other doors to make sure that they are not open.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Good.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Madeline and Erica moved Shawn to the couch. He seems to be doing better. I think he was more shook up by seeing Andy get ripped apart than the bump on his head.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Ok.” Patrice just stairs at the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Patrice?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Yeah, what?” She just has her head in her hands with her elbows on the desk. Still starring at the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Did you hear any of that at all?” Scott starts to get a little worried about her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Josh and Jason are checking the doors. And Shawn seems to be fine.” She just sits there silent as a mouse and is rocking a bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Ok, we will be out here if you need us.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Scott walks out of the office and every one stands with a can of soda-pop or a bottle of water in there hand. No one is drinking. No one is talking. The only sounds come from the rain and the hum of the machines. Nick is trying to get the TV to work. There is a rerun of Friends is on, it’s the one where Ross is a fake host of a game show type game between the team of Chandler and Joey and the team of Monica and Rachel over who gets the ‘good’ apartment. But nothing else comes in.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Caroline and Lauren still in shock just stare at the TV. Aaron hops up and goes in to the Men’s stockroom. He picks up a couple of t-stand face outs and starts swinging them around like Jackie Chan. He clangs them together and shouts, “Yeah, Zombies you got nothing. Aaron one, The Undead ZERO!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jason and Josh come from the Women’s stock room. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh starts to talk. “Ok the doors are shut and locked. I think we are safe, for now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jason looks in to the Men’s stock room and sees Aaron kicking and jumping around. “What the hell is he doing?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well,” Madeline replies. “To get in here he had to put a face out in the skull of a Zombie.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Oh, well I am going to try to calm him down a bit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">By this time Aaron had noticed that his shirt was covered in blood. He grabs a fresh shirt off of the back stock rack and rips the sleeves off. The then takes one of the sleeves and tears a strip off and wraps it around his head. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jason interrupts Aaron’s dress up time. “What the hell are you doing? You look like Larry the Cable Guy meets Rambo.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Back in the break room Shawn has sat up and Scott and Josh share the couch with him. Josh seems catatonic.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“So,” Shawn says. “Now what?” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well we have plenty of food and drink with all of the food for the meeting still there.” Amy replies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Scott chimes in “If we need to we can use the back door.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Ok, so how long was I out” Shawn asks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Oh about ten minutes” Scott replies “but most of that was back here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“What.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Yeah, from the time Andy was pulled through the door till the time we got back here took maybe three minutes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Andy gets ripped in four and you look at your watch.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“No, I was thinking ‘man it’s getting late’ I look at my watch, it reads 8:05 Aaron slams the door in the Stock room I look at my watch its 8:08.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Oh so what time is it now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“It’s around eleven.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Patrice walks out of the office grabs her huge jug of water and takes a big drink. “Man I was hoping in all of this craziness that my water would have been vodka. Sorry about that every one I was just…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Anne interrupts, “we all are PJ, we all are.” She stands up and hugs Patrice. Patrice wipes away a lone tear.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Jason comes in from the other room. “Hey, Double A and I where thinking about eating and, ah, if any one would care to join.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Erica replies “Oh, I almost for got about eating. I am starving.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Lauren jumps at the chance, “oh we have food thank the maker.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Everyone slowly gathers around the pizza boxes in the men’s stock room. The Pizza is cold but it best pizza that they have ever had. They start to forget about the worst moment of there lives. Or the fact that they are trapped in a dark and cold back room with a fake sun set painted on the wall. Well every one except Josh. He is still on the couch; gazing at the television with a glazed look about it him. Caroline notices him and grabs a few slices of pizza and a bottle of water and walks it over to him. She sets the plate and the water on the table and sits next to him on the couch. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Josh, are you ok? Here I brought you some food.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Oh thanks, I just…” He digs in.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“What the heck are you watching?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">From the TV “set it and forget it!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh pushes the food in his mouth to one side to say “it was the only thing on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Ok”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">They just sit there awkwardly while Josh eats. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">A few minuets later Scott comes in, “So this is a lively group in here. You know we are having a pretty good time in the other room you guys should…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Josh cuts him off, “Thanks Scott but I don’t know if I would be much fun right now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“You know every one has to face their fears at some time. Just most people let a spider crawl on them or go to the top of a building. But you’ll get through this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“It’s not that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Then what is...Oh you’re worried about Scopes, Katie. She was with the other group.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Yeah, but…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Hey Steve was leading that groups activities. Remember the whole thing about the Zombie contingency plan. The Kids Stock room, you hiding Ensure, granola and beef jerky back there.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Well, it was Andy who brought up the Ensure and Granola so there is probably no food or water over there.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Right but Steve was there! He knows that, that is where you go in case of Zombies.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“We where joking around. You don’t think…”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“You have to keep hope alive Josh. That may be the only thing we have left.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Every one walks back in to the break room. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Lauren “I am stuffed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Patrice “Any one know what time it is?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Nick “Yeah it’s 12:37”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Patrice “We should all get some shut eye. It could be a long time before we can peacefully sleep.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Nick “Hey, we could make some beds out of the cardboard in the other room.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Scott “I’ll help you bring that in here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Madeline asks, “What about blankets? It’s cold back here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Shawn replies, “We have all of those Logo prize towels in the office. I’ll get those down.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">The first dozen survivors are starting to act just like that, survivors. They are working together and caring for one another. As the beds are being made Patrice sits down at the table in one of the office chairs. She starts to jot down on a piece of paper what needs to be done. She writes:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">More Food (we may run out soon)<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Water (can we get to the bathrooms or mop sink) <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Where can we go potty?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">She stops. Giggles to her self, “potty, tee he.” She continues to write. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Can we get to the roof to signal for help? <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Did any one else survive out there? Can we get to them? Could they get to us?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">I hope WE survive this thing!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">She dots the exclamation point, lays down the pen and falls asleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Patrice is awakened by a song. She can’t place it at first. It’s a phone ringing. She looks up and Shawn is scrambling around looking for his coat. He picks up his phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Hello?” Every one is awake now and looking at Shawn.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Alex, hey it’s great to hear some one else is alive are you in the kids stock room.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">A flood of questions fly at Shawn. “How many are there?” “Who is dead?” “Have you seen Katie?” “Is any one hurt?” “Did any one get bitten?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Aaron is in the front stock room and makes his way to be next to Shawn to see what is going on. He looks at his watch. It’s 7 AM. The sun should be up by now. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">“Would you guys shut up? I can’t hear Alex.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Lauren “Sorry Shawn.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Madeline “yeah sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 11pt;">Shawn speaks into the phone again, “Alex repeat what you just said….Ok…you’re where?...On top of the booth sets?...How many of there are you?...Ok…No, we came in through the first door in Women’s?…And how many Zombies?…Wow, that’s a lot. Ok man we are going to try to get you down and in here some how. Just hang in there. We will come to get you soon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</u></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>Disclaimer</u></b>:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is a work of fiction. The events that take place are for entertainment purposes ONLY.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was written very quickly. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And now….</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11.0pt;">Before Noon Presents<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 22.0pt;">Old Navy: A Zombie Story<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11.0pt;">Part I<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 11.0pt;">The Meeting</span><span style="font-family: ReservoirGrunge; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br clear="all" style="page-break-before: always;" /> </span> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">It was a cold and windy afternoon in <st1:place w:st="on"><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&cp=9&gs_id=36&xhr=t&q=olathe+kansas&qe=T2xhdGhlIEth&qesig=sTz-gSKS7Q2r0gPkaAmRYA&pkc=AFgZ2tkF695O0EFdc2cYjqd04mwHWUdTpdvngabqG27s81u2bjGOOqTZfgO7UGGOCOq7xiwqTQKzZjsMhWcDHb7WvSCMtBDAsQ&biw=1024&bih=653&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=0x87c097a5101f4f41:0xc18238569d7e7db0,Olathe,+KS&gl=us&ei=pRQWTpPZF4a-sQPmkOTODQ&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=2&sqi=2&ved=0CE0Q8gEwAQ">Olathe, Kansas</a></st1:place>. The Kansas City Chiefs where 4-3 and on a role, they where playing in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">St. Louis</st1:place></st1:city> against the Rams so every one was Glued to a television or radio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well except for a few dedicated workers at an Old Navy in the eastern part of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Olathe</st1:place></st1:city>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This part of the city was so new that many remember when the plot of land that is now covered by a parking lot and shopping center was used to grow soy beans and corn. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Most weekend days in November and December the workers who went to lunch or arrived in the middle of the day to work would have to park by the Hallmark store, but not today. The building that Hallmark shared was on the other side of the parking lot that could easily hold eight football fields side by side, today the parking lot was almost empty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Josh, a big guy he would say he was Samoan but really he is half German and half Aztec, pulls in to a parking spot in the middle of the lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a very light rain coming down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Josh gets out of his truck pops the collar on his coat, lights a cigarette, jams his left hand in his coat pocket. Looks around and sees a man stumble into the dumpster area behind the Popeye’s Chicken. The wind gust and Josh thinks he hears a scream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He starts to walk into the store when he sees Jason getting out of his full size pickup wearing a racing tee shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. Jason is shorter than Josh and seems to have a permanent five o’clock shadow on his round face. Jason is as close to a good old boy that works at this Old Navy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Josh looks up “Jason what’s up man”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Jason “Oh not too much, are you just getting here too?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“No, I’m getting back from lunch.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“That sucks” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“Yeah, why the hell are you wearing shorts? It’s like 40 degrees and raining.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“Oh you know”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“Is it laundry day?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“That too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As they reach the door Josh stomps out his cigarette.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They walk into the store.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Over the speakers Justin Timberlake is playing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The store is incredibly quite. Jamie, who is still in high school, is up at the registers hanging up a few returns.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She smiles and waves to Jason and Josh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They wave back and continue through the store hang a right and get to the first door marked “employees only” with four beeps on the key pad Josh and Jason walk through still looking cold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the first part of the back stock room to the right of the door are a ton of men’s goods; to the left are random metal fixtures and signs. Also there are tables set up for meetings. Today however Danice a blonde, who has the build of a Bratz doll with small lips and Steve with is salt and pepper hair, a body of an aging bicycler and the demeanor of Danny Kaye are the two mangers and are setting up food and drinks for an all store meeting.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jason sees the goodies and shouts with joy, “Hey, Pizza!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Danice slaps his hand away. “We are not ready yet. Just wait till every one gets here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“Sorry,” Jason lowers his head and walks away in shame. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Jason continues left into the next room that functions as the break room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is divided in half by a row of two vending machines and full size refrigerator. There is a round table with chairs a couch a bench with no back that has become a coffee table of sorts and a media cart with a TV, stereo, DVD player and a little Pac-Man joystick game. Josh is standing. Around the table is a group of people some on break some waiting for the meeting to start. Madeline a cute girl next door blonde, Aaron an ex-jock, Lani (witch is pronounced Lonnie) a northerner, Katie, some call her Scopes, is a brunette. She is dating Josh. Scott, a tenor, is telling a joke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jason walks in at the end of Scotts jokes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Scott ends the joke, “so the Bar Tender says to the guy at the end of the bar. Rectum him it nearly killed him”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">The whole room busts in to laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Jason keeps on laughing as he walks around the vending machines pass the time clock and in to the office. Brian, the general manger, is leaned back in an office chair and on the phone. Brian, some would call him a giant NASCAR fan, but he is not quite a red neck. He is from <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Indiana</st1:place></st1:state> and also has a love of collage basketball.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jason ask, “what did you need me to come in early for?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Brian replies, “We need some t-stands cleared off for a game.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Right, so you want me to empty off some t-stands, then at the end of the night put all of the stuff BACK on them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yeah.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Ohhh Kaaayyy”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Andy knows what’s going on with the game. Find him to see what is going on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Just then the office door slams shut. BAM! Both Jason and Brian jump.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In unison. “Holy crap.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jason continues “Damn Shawn.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Sorry,” Shawn replies. “Just starting to count down the drawers.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Shawn is a shorter guy that loves most Science Fiction. He works so many jobs the 6 hours of sleep he gets a day does not come at one time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Back in the break room Nick and Patrice walk in shivering. Patrice is a supervisor. She has long black hair and Nick is a tall guy. Nick starts to talk.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Has any one come in recently?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I have,” Josh answers. “Why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Did you see the group of drunks over by Popeye’s banging on some guy’s car?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“No, but I did see some pasty white guy stumble into the dumpster.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Andy walks into the break room whistling the song <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Closing Time</i>. Andy is tall and hairy and has the honor of working at Old Navy for his 8<sup>th</sup> Christmas. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He gets to do things that no one else likes to.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“Maybe they are Zombies” Andy says sarcastically.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“That’s not funny man,” Josh replies with and unseen intensity. “You know I am deathly afraid of zombies.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“If we are lucky they eat brains so it would be a quick undeath.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“Shut up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“Those flesh eating ones could take a while to bite into you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“I am serious dude shut up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“It could be worse it could be a giant squid.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“You joke, but the jokesters are always the first to die. You’ll get cocky and BAM, you’re lunch.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Jason walks in. “Andy what the hell is this game I get to help you set up for?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“It’s like that dot game where you make the boxes.” Andy replies. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“You mean we empty off God knows how man t-stands to play a game that could play on a sheet of paper.” Jason rants.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“Yeah, and Jason”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“What!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“God does know and it’s sixteen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“Son of a …sixteen…I can’t believe…” Jason storms off and his voice trails off. Andy laughs and tries to catch up.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">About and hour later the last customer left and Shawn finished counting the drawers. Shawn stops when the wind shrieks across the roof of the building.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This sends a shiver down his spine. He shakes it off. As he walks out of the office and though the break room he snags a slice of pizza. He walks out and talks to Andy who is locking the doors on the adult side of the store.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Shawn says “having trouble?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Yeah,” Andy replies. “I think I broke the left door.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Andy is on the out side tinkering with the latch. The wind blows through the trees so hard it sounds like screams.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then the wind gusts and slams the door open. It hits Andy in the face knocking him down and it cuts his cheek. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Holy shit,” Shawn is shocked. “Are you ok man?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What the duce” Andy says stunned.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Shawn fixes the door, as Andy goes in to the store, but it does not shut all the way and there is a little of Andy’s blood on the side of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">The meeting starts with the door still only shut part of the way. There is a group of about 30 going over some loss prevention stuff by the register six. The “forest of t-stands” that Andy and Jason set up is in from of the pod that holds registers one and two. With the t-stands are numerous bars and face outs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other group which about 30 strong also is playing the “game” that Andy is running. He has a bandage on his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">After some laughter from registers six a guy runs up to the kid’s side doors and jerks on them so hard it almost breaks them. He is soaked to the bone and it is raining so hard you can hear it pounding inside the store. Brian goes to the door and starts to tell the guy that the store is closed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Sir, we’ve been closed for about and hour and a half.” Brian yells through the glass.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The man yells back “I need to get in and call for help! My Wife, My wife was just eaten alive!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">The man runs to the middle of the glass and starts pounding away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Let me in! Hell has been released!” The man stops shouting. He looks to his left and then out into the parking lot. Then he runs away in terror, screaming.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Lani standing next to Jen Ross asks in her northern accent, “What the heck was that about?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“I have no Idea.” Jen replies, “You would think people would have better thing to do that try and con their way into a store.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Lani Ask, “you don’t think that, that guy really needed help do you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“A rain coat, yes. Help most likely not.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">BANG! The wind once again rips the door open the left door on the adult side again. Andy walks over and has to fight the wind to get it to move.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With the thundering rain beating down on his head Andy can almost make out figures in the rainy night. Through the deafening roar of the rain he almost hears what sounds like cows mooing. He listens harder. It’s more like people mooing. He just stands there. He has been in the rain so long his fingers are wrinkling like prunes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Brian yells through thundering the rain “Andy! Can you close the door?!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Andy takes a second “What?” Then he shouts back. “Yeah but the glass is cracked on the door!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“OK get it closed and let’s get in side it’s pouring out here!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“Right!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Andy jimmies the doors shut. Once inside Brian and Shawn are there with paper towels for Andy and a mop for the water <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Shawn starts to make fun of him. “so do you think that it is raining cats and dogs out there or was it raining men.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Andy chuckles and puts his back to the door. He starts to dry off his face and hair. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You know I thought I heard Noah out there.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“What?” Brian asks.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“He might have been collecting cows.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">They both just stair at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Andy is very insistent, “I thought I heard cows mooing in the rain!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">There is a dull thud by the other set of doors the three men all snap their heads around. A scream comes from the group. Every one from that side of the store looks sick or like they just saw a corps. Some one yells something but the three of them can not make it out what was said. They see Jason running and pointing toward them. Just then the glass breaks and Andy is pulled though the broken door by his head and shoulders. The sound of the glass shattering and the growls stun Brian and Shawn for just a second. They each grab one of Andy’s feet. Shawn slips on the pool of water where Andy once stood. He falls back and hits the other set of doors. Brian is pulling with all his might to save Andy and pull him back inside. But it is too late. Andy Gets ripped in four. Brian is now stunned by the sight of one of Andy’s legs that now rest in his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jason and Aaron grab Shawn and pull him back in to the store. They go back to get Brian but he is engulfed by the “people”. They swarm him like army ants on a fresh kill. Jason turns and almost throws up. The “people” push there way past Brian.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Josh sees this and yells, “Every one to the back!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Aaron shouts “They’re coming though.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Aaron and Jason each grab a door and try to keep it shut.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">“Hurry we don’t know how long we can hold this” Jason shouts.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Panic in sews. A few people vomit. There are screams. The snarls and growls get so loud you can’t hear the rain pounding on the roof any more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jason and Aaron start to loose their grip.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Jason yells “we’re almost done here”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Josh yells back “we’re good over here. Let’s go”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">As Jason and Aaron let go the undead slowly pour in. One of the undead grabs Aaron’s shoe. He shakes off the shoe and sees Jamie and Madeline both trip and fall over a knocked down t-stand in men’s feature. He turns and sees Robin take a spill. He thinks to him self I’ll help her on the way back. Aaron helps up Jamie and Madeline. As they run to the door to get to the back room Jamie trips over Robin. They are both engulfed just like Brian. Jamie and Robin’s scream pierce the air. Madeline and Aaron fight their way past a hand full of pasty undead. With only one more in there way Aaron rips a face out off of a T-stand and puts it though his nose. They get past the door and slam it shut.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Josh asks “What the hell was that”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Jason replies “I think your worst fears have come true”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Josh “No”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Jason “Zombies. The store was just over run with Zombies.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Aaron catches his breath, “how many of us made it?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">Scott chimes in “Well. There are about twelve of us so far.” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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