My Zombie Army
Blurb of My Zombie Army
“Welcome to the end of the world!” My Zombie Army is a novel take on the zombie theme, but it is different from previous novels about zombies.
The entire world turned upside down after a strange foggy day. Colleagues, friends, and even family members of the main character were transformed into stupid, drooling monsters. But wait, why didn’t this zombie eat brain?
My Zombie Army Chapter 1
It was so comfortable to be bathed in brilliant sunshine in winter, especially in this cold heavy industry city frequently hit by smog.
Elvis White leaned on the chair, letting the sun spread all over his body. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the rare sunshine. He felt too warm to remember that he was in a small cubical in a building of both commercial and residential use. Just behind him was the cold wall.
“Hey, hey! What are you doing here? Have you finished the performance for this month? Stop enjoying the sunshine there! Make phone calls. Get going!” Said a man in a black suit.
The company Elvis was working for was none too big. With no more than ten workers here, it had two department managers and two sale directors. The man who shouted at Elvis just now was one of the sale directors, and Elvis was one of his two subordinates.
Elvis held back his displeasure and turned his head to smile at the so-called “director” apologetically. He then moved the chair forward to go back to the small cubicle. He did not belong here, yet he was unable to escape. He kept doing telemarketing, which he thought to be repetitive, monotonous and meaningless.
“Hello, Lynn. This is Elvis speaking. How are you doing? I’m calling to talk about the training we discussed before. Can it be finalized? As we have talked, the development of your company has hit the limit, and professional guidance from our company can be provided to help solve it.” Elvis talked down the phone in an unusually kind voice but kept a numbingly straight face. “Please be rest assured, I will give you a 15% kickback and pay you in cash!” Elvis added in a low voice before hanging up.
“What’s the smell? Why is there smog again? It is yellow smog this time! I am just about to go out and sign a contract. Just my luck!” Linda complained. Her long, beautiful hair fluttered across the desk as she swept her head to the side in frustration.
“Linda, “You lucky son-of-a-bitch, you’ve got a signed order! Why not give it to me if you are unwilling to go out! I will help you out with the poisonous air outside.” Said Elvis, getting up to close the window beside him.
“You wish! To get this order, I have had meals with the clients twice, went to the bar three times, and even let them take advantage of me! How easy you think it is for me to win an order?”
Putting on her down jacket and breathing mask, she turned to leave, slamming the door behind her.
Looking at Linda’s departing figure, Elvis sighed and complained to Mike who sat in the cubical opposite, “Nowadays good looks matter so much. If I were her, I’d let them do whatever they wanted to me, as long as they placed their orders.”
You may just laugh such kind of statement off. However, it was known to all that that’s the crude reality.
People in the company were still busy working, without knowing that death was approaching. Human beings were about to become lambs to be slaughtered
“Mr. Green, This is… Hello? Hello? Mr. Green, are you there? What’s wrong?” Said Elvis, but there was no sound, then suddenly a scream. As closely as he listened, Elvis was unable to figure out what people on the other side of the phone were talking about.
Elvis held the phone nervously and kept calling Mr. Green. But there was no reply, just the ongoing clatter of background noise.
Then, just as Elvis hesitated whether to hang up the phone or not, he heard something strange. He heard a chewing sound mixed the gnawing of bone.
What to do next? Elvis was at a loss, unable to make heads or tails of what he’d just heard. The constant no answer and dreadful sound on the phone made his blood run cold.
As he thought about calling the police, he heard a man scream from the manager’s office. Then came the sound of his shouting and heavy objects hitting the ground.
Elvis kicked the swivel chair out and stood up. The sale director beside him also stood up. they glanced to each other and then back to the manager’s office. They heard that it was their manager, Alexander William, who was making strange noises.
The loud crashing sound inside the office lasted for more than ten seconds before it stopped. However, their manager kept shouting as if his life was diminishing with the yelling until the last second.
“Should we check it out?” Asked Elvis
The director was just about to answer when a man tackled him down from behind. The man was his co-worker. His face and hands were weirdly greyish black, and his pupils had become slack and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.
Then, he opened his mouth wide and lunged at the back of the director’s neck, pulling out vessels like rubber bands, snapping back bloodily.
His teeth penetrated the director’s skin and muscle fibers.
“Help!” The director on the ground struggled and yelled. Since he was attacked from behind, his weasand arteries hadn’t hurt by the bite. He would not die that quick.
He wanted to get up to get rid of the devil on his back. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the claws of the devil, leaving his flesh and blood to be swallowed bit by bit.
My Zombie Army Chapter 2
Zombie! Elvis immediately realized what it was. This species, which had only been mentioned in novels and films, now appeared in reality! He knew very well how horrible zombie was! It was the group but the single zombie that was frightening! If they gathered in a group, the huge amount would make human beings nowhere to escape.
The director’s cry for help pulled Elvis out of the great fear. His blood flowed to the feet of Elvis, and he was weaker and weaker in the struggle. The devil behind him keeps swallowing his flesh and blood mechanically as if it would never be able to eat its fill.
Even knowing that his director may not be able to survive, Elvis still took him by arm instinctively and did his best to help him get rid of the zombie. As the zombie was clinging to the director’s body, Elvis pulled both of them toward him. Unfortunately, the movement annoyed the zombie as it was enjoying its delicious food.
The zombie let go of the director and threw itself at Elvis. It happened too quickly for Elvis to make any reaction. When he collected himself, he found himself crashing the desk behind him because of the hit by the zombie.
With the zombie in the front of him, Elvis grabbed it by the neck with both of his hands to avoid being bitten. At the same time, he asked Mike for help. However, shocked by the fearsome scenes he had seen, Mike walked toward the gate trembling without caring about Elvis.
“Screw you!” Elvis cursed Mike in mind. All he could do was look around to see what he could use to kill the zombie.
Computer monitor, phone, charger, coffee cup… Those were all the things at hand. The monitor was too big for him to pick up with a single hand, and even if he could, it would be impossible to use it in such a small space. The charger was useless; the coffee cup was too small to have any killing power; now the only thing suitable for use was the phone.
Elvis held the zombie with his left arm. He then grabbed the telephone on the desk with his right hand and hit it on the head with the phone.
One, two, three times…the zombie’s head was constantly smashed by the phone and half of it was badly mutilated, leaving the bones bare to be seen.
Finally, the zombie released his grip on Elvis’s back and walked backward after being hit no one knew how many times. At that time, Elvis grabbed the swivel chair with both hands and hit the zombie’s feet with it.
With a dull thud, the zombie fell over because of the loss of balance. Dropping the chair, Elvis walked up to the zombie and placed his right knee on the back of it, hoping to fix it on the ground.
With the zombie under control, Elvis grabbed the phone on the ground again, raised it high and then hit the zombie on the back of its head with all the strength he had.
Bang! Bang! Bang! After hitting it for a few times, the back of its head became sunken. But Elvis did not stop until the phone fell apart.
Sitting on the ground gasping for breath and looking at the blood and brain around, Elvis was stricken by bursts of excitement instead of fear and panic. The fight with the zombie just excited him!
Elvis rested quietly. Two minutes later, his breathing slowed down and he gradually calmed down.
He walked up to the window and looked down at the streets and buildings. The yellow smog outside dispersed sometime. Bathed in the sunshine, Elvis felt it had warmed every inch of his body and drove away from the coldness inside.
The streets were now in great chaos. Cars were scattered all over the streets, with some crashing into one another, cutting off the road. Cars came later either crashed into others by accident or stopped far away. In the end, drivers all dropped their cars and fled away after knowing what had happened.
Zombies were playing the most primitive hare and hounds with human beings, with the winners being rewarded with lives of people. “People” came out of the buildings nearby unceasingly and joined the game.
Looking at everything around, Elvis could not help but lament the fragility of humanity. Just then, he saw a man from the reflection of the window walking towards him from behind. He was no others but his director. The zombie virus proved to be infectious, and the corpse of his director had become a zombie.
It lurched toward Elvis incongruously like a toddler. With the other side of the neck being eaten up, its neck was slanted to one side. The exposed bones and flesh together with the greyish black skin made it much more hideous.
After a few steps, his “director” seemed to be accustomed to its body. It jumped at Elvis and the broken neck seemed to have no effect on its movement.
With the experience of fighting the previous zombie, Elvis did not get panic this time. He kicked the zombie to the ground the moment it jumped. He then immediately rushed up to step on its chest.
The zombie writhed under Elvis’s feet in vain. The smooth ground made it difficult for it to get up; all it could do was shake Elvis’s leg with its hands.
Ignoring its resistance, Elvis tore down one side of the fixed telephone wire on the wall, squatted down and put the wire around the zombie’s neck for a few laps. He then tied a knot and dragged it to the window.
When they reached the widow, Elvis lifted the zombie with the wire and grabbed the back of its neck to make it face the window. Then he opened the window, got the upper body of the zombie out of the window, and then raised its legs to throw it from the window with its head down.
One by one, a row of clips used to fix the telephone wire on the wall were bounced open. It didn’t stop until the wire was stuck at the corner of the wall. The wire swayed as the zombie hung outside rocking.
From outside, a zombie would be seen hanging outside the window of the twelfth floor. With a continuous struggle, the wound in its broken neck had become larger and larger; finally, its head and body were separated by the telephone wire and fell off together.
Having killed two zombies, Elvis felt exhausted. He picked up the fallen chair and leaned on it with his feet on the desk.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the warm sunshine quietly as if nothing had happened. At that moment, he was the king of the cubicle.e had seen, Mike walked toward the gate trembling without caring about the engendered Elvis.
Author of My Zombie Army
My Zombie Army is fiction about the end of the world. The Author Elk Entertainment is a novelist who dabbles in a variety of genres. The author is accustomed to applying his rich imagination to the novel, and more than 5,000 readers gave the novel a 4.5 out of 5. If you’re a book lover of sci-fi, be sure to put this book on your must-read list！