Chapter 3.. Barriers...
"Dude, I have enough kills to be a tenth prestige by now", Colin shouted over the roar of the 427 big block Yenko Camaro from 1967. Caleb laughed as the two teens rode down highway 259 in the sensational Chevy. Somehow they had miraculously survived the zombie outbreak in Diana, a small town north of Longview. Earlier on this particular day, a few of the New Diana teachers went into Longview and bought Chick-fil-A for themselves and a few students. Consequently, considering almost the entire population of Diana was at the school, the community was infected extremely quickly. The food was actually brought specifically for these two young men but as they were in the gym shooting some hoops, they didn't catch word of the arrival of the food. What they did catch their attention however, was the shrill screams coming from the main wing of the school. After the sound continued for roughly three minutes, Colin and Caleb, walked over towards the main wing of the school to investigate what was happening. As soon as the entered the double doors connecting the gym with the rest of the school, they instantly turned around. A horrific sight caught their eyes. The friends and classmates they had grown up with, as well as teachers were going berserk. The two boys instantly knew what was going on. Their school had been taken over by zombies. More stealthily than they had entered, they slipped back through the doors, made their way outside and ran up to Caleb's F-150 Upon arrival, they jumped in and sped off, never looking back on the frightening scene they had just encountered.
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"JT, make sure all the locks are in place," Bobby shouted across the tire shop that they owned.
The nineteen year old son was shutting all of the vertical bay doors to the shop and locking them tight. He double checked every door and made his way over to his father who was barricading the only door. Thousands of pounds of tires, equipment and tools were pushed up against it to ensure that even the strongest of zombies were not able to enter. Afterwards, they carried their firepower up the loft where all of the rations and food were located. They moved a refrigerator upstairs as well as dry foods and the two men had at least a weeks worth of food, and hopefully ammunition. Although they couldn't see any zombies outside of the windows of the shop, they knew that the undead were out there, and their population was rising. These two intelligent men were prepared for the worst. The only thing that could help them out a little more was more ammo, but they were both very good shots. They had duck hunting to think for that. All they were hoping for now is to last until the zombies fled from this area so they could meet up with Josh, Monday, and whoever else was alive.
JT sat down for a moment on one of the toolboxes, put his head down, closed his eyes and prayed. He knew at this point prayer was his only hope. After he lifted his head and wiped the tears from his eyes he looked over to notice that his dad was doing the same thing. For all he knew, he had lost his wife and youngest son. Bobby lifted his head up and looked over at JT, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Text everyone in your phone, a mass text, see if anyone is alive and well." Bobby said in a quiet tone.
JT obeyed. He sent a text to everyone in his contacts list. The two sat in silence for a long while. Even as JT's phone started to vibrate, they still didn't move. Clearing their thoughts and strategizing seemed to benefit at this moment. Of course, they would love to know who was alive out there that they knew but right now it was just the two of them and the space outside the shop doors felt like lightyears away. The Droid buzzed a few times but the two of them at this time were much too busy handling shotgun shells.
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"Nice shot Monday, I didn't know you were a beast with the shotgun!" an excited and impressed Keelan shouted over our firing.
We had just arrived in the Summer Green Apartment complex parking lot and were unloading supplies into my apartment. On a trip outside to fetch more, we discovered a small parade of zombies loitering near our newly found truck. Upon encountering the beasts, we fired at them. Catching the zombies off guard was luck. The group of about twenty zombies surely would have subdued us if something else outside hadn't caught their attention. Monday was the one doing all of the subduing. Before Keelan or I had a chance to get outside, Monday had all of the zombies killed before they knew what hit them. When the area was zombie-free we walked over to examine what had put the creatures in such a wild frenzy. What we saw almost made me sick.
"Ugggghhhhh, uuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh..............." Keelan, however, did get sick.
"Dude, you alright," I asked, " I mean, that's gross but me and Monday saw much worse inside Academy."
There, less than twenty feet away from the truck in the middle of the parking lot, lay a young woman. Or what was left of her. Her body was in about half a dozen pieces, with each piece looking as if an entire pack of wolves had collected it and used for general devouring purposes. The head lay approximately ten feet away from the rest of the pieces. The woman was so defiled and ripped apart that we didn't even have to worry about her awakening moments later as a zombie. We collected a few more supplies and brought them inside. I was the last person to walk inside, right before I walked through the door, I heard an eerie, high-pitched deafening scream. I whipped around expecting the worst, pulling the Glock from my waist. What I saw made me chuckle just a bit. With a single shot I put a hole through the screaming head.
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Colin and Caleb rode together in silence for a few minutes. After they left the school Caleb drove to his house. This seemed more fitting then going to Colin's. Primarily because Colin's mother was already a zombie or dead, but also because there was a rather voluminous gun safe located at the Garrett household. They got out rushed inside the house. Nothing seemed out of place here. The only thing missing was Mrs. Sheri's 2010 Camaro SS. Caleb bottled up tears as memories of his mother crossed his mind. Being a best friend of Caleb for years, Colin knew what Caleb was thinking instantly and made efforts to comfort him.
"Caleb, it's alright. We're men, we gotta defend ourselves. Right now, what are we gonna do? Do you want to stay here, or meet up at Josh's apartment?"
During the ride to the Garrett residence, they had been texting JT. They were almost positive that Josh, Monday, and whoever else was with them were alive. That seemed like their only chance of joining anyone, at least for the moment. The shop had already been barricaded and it would be unsafe to let the boys roam around in an attempt to remove it.
"We're gonna going to the apartment," Caleb said softly, "I'm not leavin' my bros"
"Let's get it!"
The youngest Garrett and Rosser, loaded all of the ammunition into the back of his truck, got in and started it up. Caleb looked down at the blinking light on his dashboard.
"No gas, we won't make it far,'' Caleb sighed, "come on Rosser, me and Dad filled up the '67 yesterday."
After opening the garage and transferring all of their firearms, supplies, and rations, Caleb started up the old Camaro, gave it a few hard revs, and peeled out down the street towards Summer Green Apartments.
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Back in Gilmer, JT sat reading his texts.
"Caleb and Colin are okay. They're headed to Longview right now. Kyle's headed there from Tyler. No text back from Mom yet. Josh, Keelan, and Monday have had a few encounters but they are all fine, just waiting on their company."
"Great." Bobby replied, "I'm glad everyone is alright We'll make a move soon. Is that the only people you've heard from?"
"Yes. I assume everyone else is either dead, a zombie, or just tending to their own affairs."
His phone vibrated yet again. He looked down at the screen of his cell phone and wondered how in the world he was receiving a text from this person. Very surprised, he cracked a smile. The text was from David Ramsey and the text was only six letters long.
"Duhh JT."
Tuesday
Apocalypse Rising-- Chapter 2
Chapter 2... What Happened?
"Hahahaha, Derris got killed by a crawler," Monday joked from the backseat, "I had to say it guys. Now its time to get serious. What the eff is going on?"
"You're never gonna believe this," Keelan started, "the virus that started all of this is actually found in the Chick-fil-A, chicken itself. Anyone who consumes it becomes a zombie almost instantly.
I thought for a moment. There I sat, speechless. Ever since i could remember I had wanted a zombie invasion. It sounded legit, at least in video games. High-powered rifles, rare mega-shotguns, Desert Eagles, akimbo M9's, or any other gun that I used so often on Black Ops. Now, it was different. My acquaintances were being slaughtered right in front of my very eyes. Were the rest of my family and friends alive? How long had this been going on?
"How long have you known about this, Kee?" Monday quizzed
"I found out about twenty minutes ago. Apparently, the newest shipments of chicken are the culprits. Half of the other side of town is already infected. The West Loop store received their shipment earlier than you guys."
There was a long pause. Reality had finally set in and it was time to thrash reality. Not a video game this time, reality.
"It all makes sense now," Monday added, "Todd took his sandwich to the back and ate it, therefore converting him into a zombie. Poor Todd, he was a good guy. Shane, he ate those strips on his break, right?
"Yep, and Zombie Todd zombie tackled him to the ground and devoured his brain and flesh. I guess Shane is one bad ass zombie now huh? So what about your family Keelan? Have you talked to them? I'm assuming JT, Mr. Bobby, and Mrs. Sheri are all good considering they work in Gilmer and obviously there is no CFA there."
JT was my brother, figuratively speaking. His family sort of took me in. Mr. Bobby and Mrs. Sheri were his (our) parents.
"I tried my parents phones, all of them, no answer." Keelan sighed.
"I'm sorry bro, maybe they're in the middle of this trying to find somewhere safe. Exactly like we are doing." Monday tried to comfort him by saying.
"I'm expecting the worst and hoping for the best, guys." Keelan replied, "for now, lets just do what we can"
"Call your dad's shop in Gilmer, Josh. See whats going on there."
I dug into the pocket of my khaki slacks to retrieve my blackberry, dialed the number to the Tire Shop and listened to it ring.
"Hey Josh," a familiar voice answered. It was JT, "dude this is crazy. Gilmer isn't that bad yet but it's still not safe. How is Longview?"
As Keelan drove I looked out the window. Deserted cars lined the streets. However, cars weren't the only thing lining the streets. Zombies and dead bodies in large quantities were scattered all over Loop 281. It was a horrendous sight to say the least. The road was almost empty, save about 10 cars that were actually being driven as far as the eye could see. Keelan turned onto McCann, and sped up.
"It's pretty bad dude. I had no idea. Its spreading so rapidly," I answered. "so you guys are okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine. Listen, I gotta go. We'll be alright, at least for awhile. Keep in touch by text whenever you can. Stay alive and we will meet up soon. See ya dude."
"Be careful, later man. What about Mom?"
"Can't get in touch with anyone in Diana. Gotta go. Peace"
As I hung up the phone Keelan swerved into the Academy parking lot only to find that it was deserted.
Monday leaned forward from the backseat, "I liked the idea Keelan, but umm, there's no one here. The place appears to be closed."
We drove up to the front door and noticed that most of the lights inside were off. There were just enough left on so one could see his way around. There was a sign posted on the door.
"NO TRESPASSING UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES"
"I wonder if those 'cicumstances' include a zombie invasion?" Monday smarted off.
"Bump that, we're gettin' guns." Keelan replied.
We all stepped out of the car cautiously and walked up to the door. It wouldn't budge. In a desperate attempt to obtain firearms we walked around to the side. There were two sets of doors, one door was completely ripped open and a trail of blood on the concrete all the way down the street.
"Well, what do you guys think?" I asked.
"We're sure not gonna survive punching ruthless zombies to death. We need guns." Monday implied.
All three of us walked back to the car and Keelan drove to the open door. Then he abruptly started to rev his engine up. The loud sound from the exhaust was echoing hard off the walls and surrounding buildings. Keelan's idea was a grand one. To lure any unsuspecting zombies out and see if the inside of our gun horde was free of any of these fearless, disgusting, creatures. After about five minutes of engine revving, nothing came from the inside of the sporting goods store. Not a single zombie crawled, ran, or limped from the dark expanse of Academy at all. However, as all three of us turned our heads to a shrill noise in the distance, we spotted a very large mob of zombies hurrying towards us.
"Keelan drive around for a few minutes. Just trust me. I'll text or call you when me and Josh are ready. Be careful. If you don't hear anything from us, well you already know what happened. Come on Josh we gotta hurry" Monday seemed to have developed a plan.
"You sure?" Keelan asked in a puzzled tone.
"I hope so."
Monday and I sprinted through the open door. What we saw next was probably the most abominable sight one could imagine.
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JT and Mr. Bobby sat at First National Bank in the commercial lane, waiting for the teller to process their request. They had asked to withdraw all of the cash in the Gilmer Discount Tire account. Finally, the teller handed them and enormous stack of bills, said "good luck" and turned around to handle other affairs. Bobby drove down the main street in Gilmer for about a mile or so eventually stopping at Gilmer Pawn Shop.
"You stay out here, Dad. I'll go handle this" JT exited the Chevy diesel bravely and walked inside.
He walked up to the counter. A middle-aged man who looked like hadn't had a bath since his early youth manned the front. Other than another man looking at a generator, the store was empty.
"I need guns." JT said blatantly.
"ID?"
"Here's your ID." JT reached into the pocket of his mechanic uniform and brought out a large sum of cash and laid it on the table.
"Alright then," the repulsive man said, "take it all.
JT took the assortment of rifles, shotguns, and pistols and what little ammunition the salesman had. It took him a few trips but he finally loaded it into the backseat of the truck.
"Hey, that's what I'm talkin' about." Bobby high-fived his son, "that should last us."
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Monday and I looked in horror at all of the blood and human remains that laid scattered throughout the store. It was a ghastly sight indeed. As we made our way towards the gun counter, we realized that there were no guns whatsoever left.
"Damn it!!" Monday shouted.
At that time we heard Keelans car rev up and honk repeatedly. Directly after, a host of about 15 zombies entered the doors less than fifty yards where we were standing. Monday and I sprinted towards the back of the store. As we ran passed the office it wasn't the single ripped up, appalling human carcass or the pungent smell that caught our attention. There laid the jackpot. More guns than they could inevitably carry were piled up on a desk in the corner of the room. Not only that, but shells and ammunition as well were stacked as high as we were tall.
Running into the room, I picked up a Mossberg 12 gauge and Monday acquired a Remington. We both checked to see if both were fully loaded. Zombies entered the room as Monday and I jumped behind the desk and started filling up the zombies with shotgun shells. Both of us fired roughly half a dozen times, maybe more until the small mob was nonexistent. After a nod of satisfaction at each other we swiftly searched for something to carry the guns and ammo in. After about two minutes of searching we came across about eight or nine large Nike duffel bags. As fast as possible, we stuffed as many bullets and shells that would fit into the bags. Suddenly, my phone started ringing. It was Keelan.
"Dude, we're okay. You alright out there?"
"Yeah man, I tried to warn y'all. Ten to fifteen zombies went inside not long after you guys. Are you almost done?" Keelan asked"
"Yeah, meet us at the back door."
I hung up and grabbed two bags and began toting the ammunition out of the door. Keelan was already out there, parked next to a white mid-sized , newer model Ford truck that had been abandoned. Judging by the beeping coming from inside, the keys were still in the ignition. Sure enough, they were still there. I started it up after throwing the bags in the back. Perfect. A supplies vehicle. We loaded the rest of the guns and ammunition into the truck as well as a few other odds and ends items. Flashlights, lanterns, ghillie suits, extra clothes, archery equipment, knives, and other useful items were loaded into the truck.
"Where to now fellas?" Keelan asked.
I looked over at Monday who was grinning from ear to ear and looking down at his phone.
"Kyle just texted me. He said meet me at Josh's apartment. He scored military weapons."
"Hahahaha, Derris got killed by a crawler," Monday joked from the backseat, "I had to say it guys. Now its time to get serious. What the eff is going on?"
"You're never gonna believe this," Keelan started, "the virus that started all of this is actually found in the Chick-fil-A, chicken itself. Anyone who consumes it becomes a zombie almost instantly.
I thought for a moment. There I sat, speechless. Ever since i could remember I had wanted a zombie invasion. It sounded legit, at least in video games. High-powered rifles, rare mega-shotguns, Desert Eagles, akimbo M9's, or any other gun that I used so often on Black Ops. Now, it was different. My acquaintances were being slaughtered right in front of my very eyes. Were the rest of my family and friends alive? How long had this been going on?
"How long have you known about this, Kee?" Monday quizzed
"I found out about twenty minutes ago. Apparently, the newest shipments of chicken are the culprits. Half of the other side of town is already infected. The West Loop store received their shipment earlier than you guys."
There was a long pause. Reality had finally set in and it was time to thrash reality. Not a video game this time, reality.
"It all makes sense now," Monday added, "Todd took his sandwich to the back and ate it, therefore converting him into a zombie. Poor Todd, he was a good guy. Shane, he ate those strips on his break, right?
"Yep, and Zombie Todd zombie tackled him to the ground and devoured his brain and flesh. I guess Shane is one bad ass zombie now huh? So what about your family Keelan? Have you talked to them? I'm assuming JT, Mr. Bobby, and Mrs. Sheri are all good considering they work in Gilmer and obviously there is no CFA there."
JT was my brother, figuratively speaking. His family sort of took me in. Mr. Bobby and Mrs. Sheri were his (our) parents.
"I tried my parents phones, all of them, no answer." Keelan sighed.
"I'm sorry bro, maybe they're in the middle of this trying to find somewhere safe. Exactly like we are doing." Monday tried to comfort him by saying.
"I'm expecting the worst and hoping for the best, guys." Keelan replied, "for now, lets just do what we can"
"Call your dad's shop in Gilmer, Josh. See whats going on there."
I dug into the pocket of my khaki slacks to retrieve my blackberry, dialed the number to the Tire Shop and listened to it ring.
"Hey Josh," a familiar voice answered. It was JT, "dude this is crazy. Gilmer isn't that bad yet but it's still not safe. How is Longview?"
As Keelan drove I looked out the window. Deserted cars lined the streets. However, cars weren't the only thing lining the streets. Zombies and dead bodies in large quantities were scattered all over Loop 281. It was a horrendous sight to say the least. The road was almost empty, save about 10 cars that were actually being driven as far as the eye could see. Keelan turned onto McCann, and sped up.
"It's pretty bad dude. I had no idea. Its spreading so rapidly," I answered. "so you guys are okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine. Listen, I gotta go. We'll be alright, at least for awhile. Keep in touch by text whenever you can. Stay alive and we will meet up soon. See ya dude."
"Be careful, later man. What about Mom?"
"Can't get in touch with anyone in Diana. Gotta go. Peace"
As I hung up the phone Keelan swerved into the Academy parking lot only to find that it was deserted.
Monday leaned forward from the backseat, "I liked the idea Keelan, but umm, there's no one here. The place appears to be closed."
We drove up to the front door and noticed that most of the lights inside were off. There were just enough left on so one could see his way around. There was a sign posted on the door.
"NO TRESPASSING UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES"
"I wonder if those 'cicumstances' include a zombie invasion?" Monday smarted off.
"Bump that, we're gettin' guns." Keelan replied.
We all stepped out of the car cautiously and walked up to the door. It wouldn't budge. In a desperate attempt to obtain firearms we walked around to the side. There were two sets of doors, one door was completely ripped open and a trail of blood on the concrete all the way down the street.
"Well, what do you guys think?" I asked.
"We're sure not gonna survive punching ruthless zombies to death. We need guns." Monday implied.
All three of us walked back to the car and Keelan drove to the open door. Then he abruptly started to rev his engine up. The loud sound from the exhaust was echoing hard off the walls and surrounding buildings. Keelan's idea was a grand one. To lure any unsuspecting zombies out and see if the inside of our gun horde was free of any of these fearless, disgusting, creatures. After about five minutes of engine revving, nothing came from the inside of the sporting goods store. Not a single zombie crawled, ran, or limped from the dark expanse of Academy at all. However, as all three of us turned our heads to a shrill noise in the distance, we spotted a very large mob of zombies hurrying towards us.
"Keelan drive around for a few minutes. Just trust me. I'll text or call you when me and Josh are ready. Be careful. If you don't hear anything from us, well you already know what happened. Come on Josh we gotta hurry" Monday seemed to have developed a plan.
"You sure?" Keelan asked in a puzzled tone.
"I hope so."
Monday and I sprinted through the open door. What we saw next was probably the most abominable sight one could imagine.
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JT and Mr. Bobby sat at First National Bank in the commercial lane, waiting for the teller to process their request. They had asked to withdraw all of the cash in the Gilmer Discount Tire account. Finally, the teller handed them and enormous stack of bills, said "good luck" and turned around to handle other affairs. Bobby drove down the main street in Gilmer for about a mile or so eventually stopping at Gilmer Pawn Shop.
"You stay out here, Dad. I'll go handle this" JT exited the Chevy diesel bravely and walked inside.
He walked up to the counter. A middle-aged man who looked like hadn't had a bath since his early youth manned the front. Other than another man looking at a generator, the store was empty.
"I need guns." JT said blatantly.
"ID?"
"Here's your ID." JT reached into the pocket of his mechanic uniform and brought out a large sum of cash and laid it on the table.
"Alright then," the repulsive man said, "take it all.
JT took the assortment of rifles, shotguns, and pistols and what little ammunition the salesman had. It took him a few trips but he finally loaded it into the backseat of the truck.
"Hey, that's what I'm talkin' about." Bobby high-fived his son, "that should last us."
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Monday and I looked in horror at all of the blood and human remains that laid scattered throughout the store. It was a ghastly sight indeed. As we made our way towards the gun counter, we realized that there were no guns whatsoever left.
"Damn it!!" Monday shouted.
At that time we heard Keelans car rev up and honk repeatedly. Directly after, a host of about 15 zombies entered the doors less than fifty yards where we were standing. Monday and I sprinted towards the back of the store. As we ran passed the office it wasn't the single ripped up, appalling human carcass or the pungent smell that caught our attention. There laid the jackpot. More guns than they could inevitably carry were piled up on a desk in the corner of the room. Not only that, but shells and ammunition as well were stacked as high as we were tall.
Running into the room, I picked up a Mossberg 12 gauge and Monday acquired a Remington. We both checked to see if both were fully loaded. Zombies entered the room as Monday and I jumped behind the desk and started filling up the zombies with shotgun shells. Both of us fired roughly half a dozen times, maybe more until the small mob was nonexistent. After a nod of satisfaction at each other we swiftly searched for something to carry the guns and ammo in. After about two minutes of searching we came across about eight or nine large Nike duffel bags. As fast as possible, we stuffed as many bullets and shells that would fit into the bags. Suddenly, my phone started ringing. It was Keelan.
"Dude, we're okay. You alright out there?"
"Yeah man, I tried to warn y'all. Ten to fifteen zombies went inside not long after you guys. Are you almost done?" Keelan asked"
"Yeah, meet us at the back door."
I hung up and grabbed two bags and began toting the ammunition out of the door. Keelan was already out there, parked next to a white mid-sized , newer model Ford truck that had been abandoned. Judging by the beeping coming from inside, the keys were still in the ignition. Sure enough, they were still there. I started it up after throwing the bags in the back. Perfect. A supplies vehicle. We loaded the rest of the guns and ammunition into the truck as well as a few other odds and ends items. Flashlights, lanterns, ghillie suits, extra clothes, archery equipment, knives, and other useful items were loaded into the truck.
"Where to now fellas?" Keelan asked.
I looked over at Monday who was grinning from ear to ear and looking down at his phone.
"Kyle just texted me. He said meet me at Josh's apartment. He scored military weapons."
Apocalypse Rising-- Chapter 1
Chapter 1. the Beginning....
"Ana, how many times do I have to ask you to tuck your shirt in?" I heard Shane ask in a peeved tone.
Right away, the hefty Hispanic began to tuck her shirt in, only to reveal that she still was not wearing standard Chick-fil-A uniform by the lack of a belt.
Shane was the Director of Operations of both Longview Chick-fil-A's. Ever since the branch manager, Clayton, left on his grand opening tour, Shane was always around to make sure things stayed up to par. Although I approved of Shane, his management skills, and even his enjoyable sense of humor, I didn't like how uptight everything was while he was there. There was absolutely no texting on the job, not as much horseplay (although there is always a little at Chick-fil-A), and just higher expectations for sales and business overall.
Shane walked over to behind the counter from the drive-thru area, grabbed a tray, a box of four strips, and a parfait as he headed to the office to enjoy his short break.
"Monday, are you hungry?" the daytime supervisor asked one of my closest friends.
"Of course. I'm always hungry Matthew. I have a monster to feed." Monday commented back, referring to one of his limbs as he usually liked to do.
"Well, go on break." Matt chuckled
Monday Ramsey gathered his food and went to the back. Usually we took our break together and discussed ways to agitate our arch-rival Derris, the setup we were going to use at the front counter, and what our after work plans were. However, on this particular day, Monday had a dentist appointment early in the morning and was taking a later break. The management crew didn't typically send anyone on break between eleven and one considering these were the busiest hours of operation, but this particular day was awfully slow. I took a couple of orders and then went back to banter with Shane and Monday a bit. As I approached the office, I realized that Monday hadn't even started eating yet.
"I hate freakin' strawberries, dude. Whoever's idea it was to put them in parfaits was a very unsophisticated one. It was probably Derris, or one of his slave ancestors." Monday joked as he put together his own yogurt parfait, needless to say, without strawberries.
After chatting with him for awhile I walked back up to the front, where of course, it still wasn't busy. Shane was on the phone, Todd and Victoria were stocking (the Chick-fil-A reference to "doing nothing"), and Ana was chowing down on a few nuggets while the drive-thru was deserted.
After a few more minutes of insipidity, Todd grabbed a chicken sandwich and headed to the back. Somewhere in the dining room an infant was shrieking at the top of his lungs.
"Someone shut that baby up and make it eat its nuggets." I thought to myself.
"Ooooohh SON!,'' Derris exclaimed from his window position. This happened to be his favorite exclamation phrase. Whether it was because he was annoyed, had seen an attractive woman, or anything else that caught his attention, he used it quite regularly. "some woman just wrecked out here."
As I came to the window for a closer look I witnessed a middle aged woman staggering out of her Toyota Camry and run towards the front door of the restaurant. The way she moved was very unique but recognizable, nonetheless. Her distinct gait was none other than that of what I had killed so many of on Call of Duty: Black Ops. This woman was a zombie.
Without hesitation I hurried to the back where Monday was talking to one of the cooks. I grabbed his arm and drug him to the back door.
"Josh, what are you doing?" Shane asked, dumbfounded, with a half eaten strip in his hand.
"There's a zombie in the store. We gotta run or kill it."
"Come on man, you play way too much Xbo-."
That's all he could get out before a barbaric, vicious-looking Todd BonDurant jumped on top of him and sank his zombie teeth into the back of Shane's head. Blood from the operator's head leaked abundantly onto the floor. Without another word, Monday and I dashed out of the back door. We ran around the corner only to see that Monday's, as well as Victoria's car were victims of the zombie lady's car accident. Derris clashed through the front doors in a fast sprint as my best friend and I looked for another transportation option.
"Let me go with y'all, man!" Derris shouted.
It was too late though. The shrieking baby from inside crawled behind Derris and bit into his leg, taking him to the ground. We looked for any option to escape. After all, traveling on foot would not be a viable option after too much longer. Zombie versions of Shane, Ana, Victoria, Todd, Matt and a horde of Hispanics busted through the doors. At about that time a charcoal gray-colored Ford Mustang drifted into the parking lot from the loop.
"KEELAN!" we shouted simultaneously.
The car came to a halt directly in front of us. We ran to the passenger side, opened the door and swiftly deposited ourselves into the car.
"I'm glad I wasn't too late men. I was worried."
Monday and I exchanged puzzled looks at first but then we realized we were lucky to not be dead. Or worse, zombies.
"BD, Keelan."
"BD, sir"
"Ana, how many times do I have to ask you to tuck your shirt in?" I heard Shane ask in a peeved tone.
Right away, the hefty Hispanic began to tuck her shirt in, only to reveal that she still was not wearing standard Chick-fil-A uniform by the lack of a belt.
Shane was the Director of Operations of both Longview Chick-fil-A's. Ever since the branch manager, Clayton, left on his grand opening tour, Shane was always around to make sure things stayed up to par. Although I approved of Shane, his management skills, and even his enjoyable sense of humor, I didn't like how uptight everything was while he was there. There was absolutely no texting on the job, not as much horseplay (although there is always a little at Chick-fil-A), and just higher expectations for sales and business overall.
Shane walked over to behind the counter from the drive-thru area, grabbed a tray, a box of four strips, and a parfait as he headed to the office to enjoy his short break.
"Monday, are you hungry?" the daytime supervisor asked one of my closest friends.
"Of course. I'm always hungry Matthew. I have a monster to feed." Monday commented back, referring to one of his limbs as he usually liked to do.
"Well, go on break." Matt chuckled
Monday Ramsey gathered his food and went to the back. Usually we took our break together and discussed ways to agitate our arch-rival Derris, the setup we were going to use at the front counter, and what our after work plans were. However, on this particular day, Monday had a dentist appointment early in the morning and was taking a later break. The management crew didn't typically send anyone on break between eleven and one considering these were the busiest hours of operation, but this particular day was awfully slow. I took a couple of orders and then went back to banter with Shane and Monday a bit. As I approached the office, I realized that Monday hadn't even started eating yet.
"I hate freakin' strawberries, dude. Whoever's idea it was to put them in parfaits was a very unsophisticated one. It was probably Derris, or one of his slave ancestors." Monday joked as he put together his own yogurt parfait, needless to say, without strawberries.
After chatting with him for awhile I walked back up to the front, where of course, it still wasn't busy. Shane was on the phone, Todd and Victoria were stocking (the Chick-fil-A reference to "doing nothing"), and Ana was chowing down on a few nuggets while the drive-thru was deserted.
After a few more minutes of insipidity, Todd grabbed a chicken sandwich and headed to the back. Somewhere in the dining room an infant was shrieking at the top of his lungs.
"Someone shut that baby up and make it eat its nuggets." I thought to myself.
"Ooooohh SON!,'' Derris exclaimed from his window position. This happened to be his favorite exclamation phrase. Whether it was because he was annoyed, had seen an attractive woman, or anything else that caught his attention, he used it quite regularly. "some woman just wrecked out here."
As I came to the window for a closer look I witnessed a middle aged woman staggering out of her Toyota Camry and run towards the front door of the restaurant. The way she moved was very unique but recognizable, nonetheless. Her distinct gait was none other than that of what I had killed so many of on Call of Duty: Black Ops. This woman was a zombie.
Without hesitation I hurried to the back where Monday was talking to one of the cooks. I grabbed his arm and drug him to the back door.
"Josh, what are you doing?" Shane asked, dumbfounded, with a half eaten strip in his hand.
"There's a zombie in the store. We gotta run or kill it."
"Come on man, you play way too much Xbo-."
That's all he could get out before a barbaric, vicious-looking Todd BonDurant jumped on top of him and sank his zombie teeth into the back of Shane's head. Blood from the operator's head leaked abundantly onto the floor. Without another word, Monday and I dashed out of the back door. We ran around the corner only to see that Monday's, as well as Victoria's car were victims of the zombie lady's car accident. Derris clashed through the front doors in a fast sprint as my best friend and I looked for another transportation option.
"Let me go with y'all, man!" Derris shouted.
It was too late though. The shrieking baby from inside crawled behind Derris and bit into his leg, taking him to the ground. We looked for any option to escape. After all, traveling on foot would not be a viable option after too much longer. Zombie versions of Shane, Ana, Victoria, Todd, Matt and a horde of Hispanics busted through the doors. At about that time a charcoal gray-colored Ford Mustang drifted into the parking lot from the loop.
"KEELAN!" we shouted simultaneously.
The car came to a halt directly in front of us. We ran to the passenger side, opened the door and swiftly deposited ourselves into the car.
"I'm glad I wasn't too late men. I was worried."
Monday and I exchanged puzzled looks at first but then we realized we were lucky to not be dead. Or worse, zombies.
"BD, Keelan."
"BD, sir"
Monday
Obama and Nash
2 people I want to meet for totally different reasons...
Barrack Obama- I would love to meet Obama, not face to face, but fist to face.
I thought presidents were supposed to be intelligent but our 44th president is a thug, nonetheless.
Okay, it may be stereotypical or racial profiling to use the word "thug" but he is a bonehead.
Really? The stimulus package? Where did all that money go? To his multi-millionaire vacation to the middle east so that he could not worship his not fake "gods". This guy isn't even a Christian, at least I don't believe so. I would believe that Bill Clinton did not "have sexual relations with that woman" before I believed that Osama- oops I mean Obama- worshipped the one and only Christian God.
He's a joke. Sure, our economy was sub-par when he came into office, but where are we now? Has this guy made anything better. Changes, Schmagnges. The only reason I wanna meet this guy is so I could punch him square in the throat.
Steve Nash- the greatest athlete of all time. Maybe not, but definitely my favorite. There are a plethora of reasons why I came to this conclusion.
1. The man displays sportsmanship on the court. There are very few NBA All-Stars who do this anymore. He's a class act and a basketball player that I have admired ever since I have watched sports and the first professional athlete that I had the pleasure of seeing live.
2. Mr. Nash is a quality man off the court as well. Donating anything from food to jackets to under-privileged youth all over the nation. The Steve Nash foundation has made this star play a vital role in the NBA Cares Campaign due to his extended community work in Phoenix and Dallas, as well as other parts of the world.
3. His style of play cannot be compared to anyone else I have ever seen. When you figuritavely say that someone has eyes on the back of thier head you 99.999999 percent of the time don't mean it- unless of course you're talking about Steve. His passes are electric and the shots he makes are breathtaking.
I'm not gay, but if I had the opportunity to marry Nash, well... just kidding.
Barrack Obama- I would love to meet Obama, not face to face, but fist to face.
I thought presidents were supposed to be intelligent but our 44th president is a thug, nonetheless.
Okay, it may be stereotypical or racial profiling to use the word "thug" but he is a bonehead.
Really? The stimulus package? Where did all that money go? To his multi-millionaire vacation to the middle east so that he could not worship his not fake "gods". This guy isn't even a Christian, at least I don't believe so. I would believe that Bill Clinton did not "have sexual relations with that woman" before I believed that Osama- oops I mean Obama- worshipped the one and only Christian God.
He's a joke. Sure, our economy was sub-par when he came into office, but where are we now? Has this guy made anything better. Changes, Schmagnges. The only reason I wanna meet this guy is so I could punch him square in the throat.
Steve Nash- the greatest athlete of all time. Maybe not, but definitely my favorite. There are a plethora of reasons why I came to this conclusion.
1. The man displays sportsmanship on the court. There are very few NBA All-Stars who do this anymore. He's a class act and a basketball player that I have admired ever since I have watched sports and the first professional athlete that I had the pleasure of seeing live.
2. Mr. Nash is a quality man off the court as well. Donating anything from food to jackets to under-privileged youth all over the nation. The Steve Nash foundation has made this star play a vital role in the NBA Cares Campaign due to his extended community work in Phoenix and Dallas, as well as other parts of the world.
3. His style of play cannot be compared to anyone else I have ever seen. When you figuritavely say that someone has eyes on the back of thier head you 99.999999 percent of the time don't mean it- unless of course you're talking about Steve. His passes are electric and the shots he makes are breathtaking.
I'm not gay, but if I had the opportunity to marry Nash, well... just kidding.
The Dream..
Needless to say, everyone in their right mind has a dream they want to achieve. Whether its being a fireman, or being the owner of a prestigious worldwide corporation, those dreams exist in everyone. Personally, my dream is to build a gym, rather, a basketball court located indoors with all the works so that I can teach adolescent young men and women the fundamentals of basketball and of course sportsmanship. I love basketball with everything I have. (Its third on my list behind my Faith and my loved ones) Growing up, I never had anyone teach me how to play. My dad was not a big part pf my life and even when I was in middle school and early years of high school I never got to play for the school. It wasn't until i moved away from my dad that I got the chance to play on a team. My sophomore year I played in my first game. I was on JV and played for maybe 5 minutes against the worst team in our district. Although my PT was limited I put up 9 points, and had a handful of rebounds. That's more than a point per minute for anyone who sucks at math, Ever since then I have kept pushing myself to play better. I hit a slump here recently but I'm back at it again, harder than ever. I know just about ever aspect of the game from an officiating standpoint, all the way to every NBA stat known to man. Helping young men and women in a sport they love at an early age would be my dream come true. Not only would they learn the value of sportsmanship, but they would be well on their way of achieving their full potential early on. Therefore being a force to be reckoned with in high school, and hopefully and eventually, in college possibly. Who knows, maybe I'll help some youngsters get into the NBA one day. (Most of that is natural talent and raw athleticism.)
Bottom line is, I hope this dream will be achievable one day. Its out there, but just maybe it will happen.
Bottom line is, I hope this dream will be achievable one day. Its out there, but just maybe it will happen.
CA$H
For some reason I think about what I would do with random amounts of money if I somehow obtained it. The amounts differ on a day-to-day basis. Sometime its 10,000 buckaroos, other days its 10 billion. Fortunately, there's never a cap on my richest fantasy life.
We'll start out small. Lets say if I obtained 10,000. I own a 1988 Trans Am GTA which needs some work. I would probably spend about 3,000 on a nice tune-up for that bad boy. The remaining would get me out of the little bit of debt that I'm in and pay for a little bit of college. A nice idea if I do say so myself.
Lets say in some wonderful God-given way I got my hands on a million dollars. I would be a generous individual and give 50K to each of my 5 closest friends. If my math is correct that would leave me with 750K. With that I would pay off my little debt, buy a new everyday car, get a major tune-up for my GTA, finish school, keep the rest in a savings account until i finished school. When I graduated, I would buy a house and work my dream job as a high school basketball coach, using the big hunk of moolah for big expenses. I would also keep saving it for a retirement fund.
Now time for the big bucks. We'll be modest and go with a billlion ;) haha. In the fortunate instance of me obtaining just 2% of what The Gates' Corporation is worth, I would;
finish getting my associates degree
give each of my 10 closest friends 10 million
give 15 million to my family
buy a modest house and live comfortably for the remainder of my life. Needless to say, I would pay off my debt and make my Trans Am faster than a Buggatti Veyron.
None of this will ever happen, considering I don't gamble, bet, or play the lottery, but my friends and I just love to compare ideas.
We'll start out small. Lets say if I obtained 10,000. I own a 1988 Trans Am GTA which needs some work. I would probably spend about 3,000 on a nice tune-up for that bad boy. The remaining would get me out of the little bit of debt that I'm in and pay for a little bit of college. A nice idea if I do say so myself.
Lets say in some wonderful God-given way I got my hands on a million dollars. I would be a generous individual and give 50K to each of my 5 closest friends. If my math is correct that would leave me with 750K. With that I would pay off my little debt, buy a new everyday car, get a major tune-up for my GTA, finish school, keep the rest in a savings account until i finished school. When I graduated, I would buy a house and work my dream job as a high school basketball coach, using the big hunk of moolah for big expenses. I would also keep saving it for a retirement fund.
Now time for the big bucks. We'll be modest and go with a billlion ;) haha. In the fortunate instance of me obtaining just 2% of what The Gates' Corporation is worth, I would;
finish getting my associates degree
give each of my 10 closest friends 10 million
give 15 million to my family
buy a modest house and live comfortably for the remainder of my life. Needless to say, I would pay off my debt and make my Trans Am faster than a Buggatti Veyron.
None of this will ever happen, considering I don't gamble, bet, or play the lottery, but my friends and I just love to compare ideas.
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