The Spider Apocalypse

There were spiders everywhere! All throughout the town! These weren't your average, oh look it's a cute jumping spider, no. These spiders ranged from garden spider sized to tarantula, and they were going to take over the town.

Now, I realize how ridiculous that sounds, but it's true.

They had already taken over the bodies of Ms. Myers and Ms. Phyllis down the street. They hit the nursing home and doctor's offices first, picking off the older and the weak. The more brightly colored a spider is, the more dangerous it is. These spiders ranged from a cream color (which wasn't so dangerous) to bright neon colors (that could kill you with one bite). Once these spiders killed you, they reanimated your body and a spider controlled it. People would just walk around and the spiders would trick you this way and attack you because you couldn't tell the difference between the dead and alive at night.

There were webs everywhere. You couldn't walk without getting stuck in a damn web. And, I hate that.

I watched a group of a teenagers get into a car to leave town. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. I watched as a clearly infected friend, which the others didn't realize because they didn't know what to look for at night, locked the doors and infected the entire car.

Morons.

I hid in quiet cover behind some bushes near the Swanson's old house. They were one of the first families converted, so the spiders left this place alone a long time ago.

I was trying to figure out how to escape without being noticed. I heard talk over the radio about the town basically being blown up in the morning. If I left by car, it would be too obvious. The spiders would know. If I walked, the spiders could tell I wasn't infected yet. If I rode a bike, the same. The spiders hadn't gotten beyond the town yet because there was still food here.

I laid on my stomach and wiggled through the backyard. I got to the hole in the fence and cut across to the next house. It was still dark. I made my way to the first doctor's office that was hit by these spiders. No one knows where they came from or how they got here. I was on my own with no other survivors. It was better that way. No one to slow you down or get you caught by these things.

I saw a creme colored garden shaped spider guarding the office. I was going to need medical supplies to add to my book bag if I was going to attempt this trip. I silently smashed the spider with my shoe, hoping that I killed it before it could signal to the others.

The spiders had a telepathic way of communicating. If one spider saw people still alive at the house, it would signal to the nest (which I still haven't found, thankfully) and the nest would descend upon that house before you could even scream. I had seen it done lots of times. How did I escape, you ask. I climbed out of a back window and watched my family be eaten. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to witness, even harder still because their bodies are still walking around being controlled by spiders.

I got into the office successfully, looked around for spiders, and continued my search. I grabbed a bunch of medications, gauze, and anything else that looked useful. Then, I left out of the back window and hid below in the brush. The spiders hadn't seen me. I passed by the pet store on the way to the verge of the town.

I had found the nest. It was in the pet store.

I crept by silently. I hope that none would see me.

Finally, I was at the verge of town. It was guarded by massive spiders with massive webs. They didn't want anyone to escape through here. It was dawn. If I didn't leave now, I would never be able to leave again. I heard a noise behind me and hit the ground. Three drones were overhead and they blasted the spiders and the webs with missiles. The spiders died and the webs caught fire.

I was almost knocked out by the blast.

The drones continued their attacks through town. I had better run before the real explosions happen. I think the army just wanted to see what they were dealing with and if it had spread to anywhere else.

I ran as fast as I've ever run in my life. I found an abandoned car and checked it thoroughly for spiders. It was clean so I got in and drove. I put the pedal down and didn't stop. I looked behind me in my rear view mirror and saw the mushroom cloud.

Bye Bye, spiders.

The Zombie Apocalypse and Me

The zombie apocalypse had happened. What we had been dreading for years had finally come to a horrible truth. It started at the CDC. Someone let the virus get out and then the virus just ... spread. Rapidly. Everywhere. People died in huge clusters but didn't stay dead. They just sat up, looked right through you, and sometimes growled. The "zombies" have a need to eat human flesh, so we stay away from them. We learned that shortly after the apocalypse started and we still had TV. I miss TV.

Anyway, I had been traveling with a small group of survivors for a while. There were six of us total, and that was enough for everyone. If you had more than six people, it would be harder to hide and feed the extras.

We were out hunting for that night's dinner when I tripped and fell. I managed to twist my ankle. I don't think anything was broken but I couldn't walk on it for a few days. It was swollen and needed ice and elevation. The group leader looked displeased when he found out. The group kept on the move. That's part of what had kept them alive for so long.

After the group leader had given me some pain medicine, I went to sleep. While I was asleep, the hunting party got together and carried me into the gas station across town. Thankfully, most of the zombies had been terminated. There were a few zombies here but it wasn't considered "overrun." It had been a small town before it was a zombie safe haven.

I woke up slowly. My vision was a bit blurry. Then, I realized where I was.

The group placed me behind the counter in the gas station. They left me one shotgun a little sack of bread and cheese. They left. They went back, packed up camp, and moved on and LEFT ME in a town I was unfamiliar without any help and unable to walk unassisted. I was going to have to suck it up. I did notice that they had also left antibiotics and pain medicine for the next week.

I felt so helpless and depressed. I understood WHY my group left me but it still hurt. I thought they were friends. I grabbed the shot gun. I could take care of myself.