Here is another Flash Fiction piece set in the Zombie world I created. This is a brief introduction to the main character of the series. The Mirrorman, a self appointed vigilante, determined to stop the rising tide of zombies. But when the government handed over a large portion of Los Angeles to the Zombies as their own Homeland, his job became more difficult.
Fighting zombies and a Government bent on appeasing them. The Mirrorman may be humanities last hope.
NathanHawthorne slunk alongside the old factory wall. Trace amounts of the full moon made its way through the broken andweather worn windows, liming him in a strange glow.
Hiscontact should be along any moment. Hewas at the same place where they had met numerous times before, but he waslate. Looking at his watch he wasstartled by how late, over an hour.
Aracket of falling debris stole his concentration and sent him back in thedirection he had just come.
“Marty,”hissed Nathan in a quiet voice, “is that you?”
Noanswer.
“Marty,”Nathan called a little louder.
Noanswer.
“Marty,”the hauntingly low growl, wasn’t Nathan. It could belong only to one thing here in the zone. A zombie.
Nathan’sface lost its color, and he stood in horror, taking automatic steps in retreatfrom the voice.
Whenthe body burst through the door, and came to a stand still directly in front ofNathan, the face was unmistakable - Marty.
“Marty,”said Nathan, “they finally got to you.”
“Itis beautiful,” slurred Marty a dark red mucus hanging from a disjointed jaw.“We are all brothers and sisters.”
Nathanturned to run, the narrow alley between the buildings assaulted him as hecareened between them, frantic to escape.
Thefactory roof was illumined in the full moon glow, a landscape like melted wax,strangely smooth. Squatting on the roofedge was a man in a leather jacket, aviator hat, and strange goggles. The Mirrorman peered down into the canyon offactory walls as a lone human bolted between the buildings. A zombie hastily shambled along behind him,intent on its meal.
“Foolsentering the zone,” hissed the the Mirrorman, “for only one reason.”
Hestood crouched for a moment, his mind caught in a turmoil of indecision.
Thestrange watcher let out a heavy breath before vaulting off the roof, andsliding down a metal pipe like a tilted firefighter. Landing just behind thezombie, he leveled his steam pistol and let loose a slug that took off the headof the zombie.
Theescaping human stopped and turned to see the remains of Marty flopping on theconcrete like a fish out of water.
“Mirrorman,”said Nathan in quiet voice, fear shrouded eyes.
“Thezone isn’t a place for humans,” said the Mirrorman, as he approachedNathan. “What business do you have here?”
Nathanstammered and stuttered, trying to piece together a story he could tell theenigmatic vigilante.
“Theonly reason humans come to the zone are to hunt zombies or trade in Sol, youdon’t look to be a zombie hunter,” explained the Mirrorman.
Nathanstood speechless, standing mute in the presence on the man strong physically and with a will that dominated his crumbling countenance.
“Gohome and don’t come back to the zone.”
Nathanran the short distance to the escape path out of the zone, and with theMirrorman out he had little worries that zombies would be near.
TheMirrorman watched Nathan escape the zone easily. He couldn’t let his brother know he was theMirrorman, but he needed to make it clear he was involved in something thatcould kill him.
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