Meth Zombies

Coming out of the doctor’s office into the bright light of day, Lisa was in a wonderful mood. The news from the doctor was great; her broken arm had healed nicely, her blood work had come back good, and she no longer had to take shots for blood thinner.

Not only that but today was one gorgeous day. The sun was out, and little fluffy clouds were in the sky. There was no chance of rain, and the temperature was in the mid-80s—a perfect day to go fishing with Mike on the river.

But first, she had to get out of town and go home. That meant she needed to rush to get her errands done. She still needed to go to the dollar store and get toilet paper and to the grocery store to get dinner for tonight. And she mustn’t forget the gas for the car; she had to have that.

The county seat seemed busy today, even though it was just the third of the month. “I’ve never seen so many meth heads while in town before,” Lisa thought as she got into her little red car.

Lisa was walking through the grocery store when one of the drugged-out women came running by. The woman jumped on a stocker in the aisle and started eating his face off. Lisa was ready to get the fuck out of the store. She didn’t need to see this shit. So pushing her cart in a run, she headed to the front where the registers were.

The front was even worse than what she had already seen. Three more meth zombies were at the registers, trying to eat the cashiers and customers there. Lisa was like, fuck, no, and just pushed her cart outside.

“Hell with this. I’m going home,” Lisa thought. “I think we have enough toilet paper and gas. Let Mike come to town to get that shit.”

So Lisa got into her car and headed out of the parking lot. She ran over two meth heads, eating the sheriff and his deputy. Lisa didn’t even stop when the car came to the road; Lisa just turned left to head out of town. Everywhere she looked, the zombies attacked more and more people. Before leaving town, Lisa saw an Amish zombie attacking his horse, a deputy zombie eating a paramedic, and what looked like a lawyer eating a substantial fat man.

By this time, Lisa was shaking like a leaf. She couldn’t believe her eyes. There was no way zombies were real, but here she was, witness to the biggest mass murder in the county's history. And zombies were the cause.

So Lisa drove like a bat out of hell all the way home, running over the zombies when she could and stopping to pick up no one. At least half the county appeared to be in town today, and half were now flesh-eating undead.

Pulling in at the house, she ran to tell Mike what had happened. Mike was unbelieving, but he turned on the local radio station to see if the DJ said anything. That was all that was on the news and every station he visited. No music, no banter, only talk about the zombies and where they may have come from.

One of Lisa’s grandkids came into the living room and pulled on her shirt, “Nana, something is wrong with the tv. No cartoons are on it anymore.”

Mike ran into the living room and started flipping through the stations. Every station on the ROKU had an emergency news airing. “What the fuck!!” Lisa and Mike hollered in unison. According to the news, the United States was under attack from within. The theory was that whatever happened had started with drug addicts doing Meth, and someone had used an unknown chemical to cut the dope that Meth dealers and cooks should never have used.

“Lisa, I think we need to talk. To make some plans,” Mike said while staring at the tv.

“I think your right, Mike,” Lisa commented back.

Then they both went back to watching the news.

To Be Continued <<<<<<<<