Action Adventure Fiction

I was waiting in the car the other day, and I thought to myself, “Self, you should be doing something other than sit sitting and staring out the window.”

And then I thought, “All right then, what should I do? What does the world need?”

And then it came to me. “There just isn’t enough zombie poetry out there.”

So I whipped out my notebook and began to scribble.

My head filled with thoughts of an epic poem detailing the struggle of the last survivor as he fought his way to safety only to have him fail just steps from his goal. Unfortunately, this is all I could come up with.

Lame Zombie Limerick
by Bryce Beattie

A zombie is something undead
That doesn’t eat butter or bread

It just wants to bite
Your face off, all right

Won’t stop ’till its shot in the head.

[Author's Note: If you've never read Oasis before, go start with the beginning. (a very good place to start)]

Into the Unknown

The room was crowded and loud and the air was thick with the smells of excited people.

Samson was on the street. There was no way out, and no way he could survive that mess. He had been a pillar of strength in a tornado of chaos. Now he was going to die because he had come to save me.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

My knees shook. The blood rushed from my face. My vision blurred. Breathing came hard. The noise of the room drifted away.

And then I crumpled up into a heap on the floor.

The mercy of passing out didn’t come, though. I was still partially conscious as three guys I didn’t recognize helped me up and half carried me to a room a few doors down.

My head pounded.

They put me on the bed and ran off to get help.

I closed my eyes and prayed they wouldn’t let me become… one of those things. I didn’t even know if anyone else had noticed my bite yet. I had to stay awake long enough to make sure someone saw it. And then I could slip away.

There was talking and shouting in the hall. People came into the room, hovered (more…)

[note: Yes, I changed my mind on the chapter name. At least, I pushed it off till next week. It's my story, and I can do that. If this is your first time hearing about Oasis, you'd do well to go back and start with Chapter 1.]

First Aid

Max’s body flopped around as the garden cart bounced along the old pavement.

I just kept on running. If he didn’t have a concussion before, this’ll certainly do the trick.

The cart hit a particularly hard bump as we entered the parking lot.

Max groaned again.

I was relieved to see that there weren’t any deads waiting between me and the warehouse. I ran for the stairs leading to the door we had exited and slowed the cart so it wouldn’t slam into the wall. I looked back to see how much time I had.

Fifty, maybe sixty deads clogged the road, all making their grim march directly for me.

I scanned for the closest group and guessed I had a maximum of one minute to get inside.

I stopped the cart, ran up the stairs and pounded three times on the door.

Almost before the third knock, the door flew open.

I didn’t bother to (more…)