Corporate Zombies

I was in a dark office building, and there were zombies with me.

I worked at the office building. It was very familiar to me. I didn't need to have the lights on. Moonlight through windows outlined my surroundings enough for navigation. The streetlights were on, too, so the power hadn't gone out. Perhaps the zombies were only in my building.

I felt I was up high, at least on the third story.

The zombies seemed to track only by sight, not smell or any of the other more animal senses. I easily eluded them in the darkness.

I could smell them. They had a horrible aura of sweat and rotting meat.

I had discovered something interesting about zombies: if I gently put a paperclip on their foreheads, it burned into their skull and they died. It was pretty easy to run around the room, putting paperclips on all the zombies, then standing back and watching them shrivel up.

The paperclips worked very well. I ran around a copy room and clipped all the zombies. Then I switched on the lights. The zombies all sizzled as they shriveled up. I had missed a couple, though.

Even in the light, it was easy to tag them. These zombies looked very raw, as though they had been flayed prior to death. I could see muscles and bone. There was little blood, though. They did seem to have a protective covering of sebum.

A shriveled-up zombie looked like a mummified wiener dog.

I darted around with a plastic cube full of paperclips in one hand.

I made my way from room to room.

I finally found myself in the employee break room. I opened the small refrigerator.

Inside was a large silver briefcase. I opened the briefcase to find it full of several hundred bottles of insulin. It was, I think, self-cooling. When I opened it, fog rolled out of the interior.

I was happy to find all the insulin, because that meant I could kill more zombies. I hadn't seen any other humans, but I knew that there were some. I was sad, though, because I knew that when I ran out of insulin, I'd die.

Still, that was a while away. I could still make a dent in the zombie population.

I had a relief map of Oregon. When I unrolled it, it inflated itself. Zombie movement was shown in glowing green. It was a very high-tech map.

Zombies seemed to be moving towards I-5, then spreading out. I-5 glowed green, and smaller roads from the east and west had moving clumps of zombies approaching the interstate.

That would sure make them easier to kill.

My mouth was dry. I felt like my blood sugar was high. I dug my right thumb into the underside of my left forearm. The flesh stretched and moved obscenely. Finally, a little hatch opened. Embedded in living bone was an insulin bottle. It looked empty. I pried it out with the can opener on my Swiss Army knife and popped in one from the briefcase.

I had to remove the safety cap first.