Authors: Mark Tufo
Zombie Fallout 7– For The Fallen
Copyright 2013 Mark Tufo
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - Mike Journal Entry 1
Chapter 2 - Mike Journal Entry 2
Chapter 3 - Mrs. Deneaux
Chapter 4 - Mike Journal Entry 3
Chapter 5 - Mrs. Deneaux
Chapter 6 - Mike Journal Entry 4
Chapter 7 - Stephanie and Trip
Chapter 8 - Mike Journal Entry 5
Chapter 9 - Stephanie and Trip
Chapter 10 - Doc and Porkchop
Chapter 11 - Mrs. Deneaux and Dennis
Chapter 12 - Doc and Porkchop
Chapter 13 - Mike Journal Entry 6
Chapter 14 - Doc Baker
Chapter 15 - Mike Journal Entry 7
Chapter 16 - Stephanie and Trip
Chapter 17 - Mike Journal Entry 8
Chapter 18 - Dennis and Deneaux
Chapter 19 - Mike Journal Entry 9
Chapter 20 - Doc
Chapter 21 - Mike Journal Entry 10
Chapter 22 - Captain Najarian
Chapter 23 - Dennis and Deneaux
Chapter 24 - Mike Journal Entry 11
Chapter 25 - Lieutenant Barnes
Chapter 26 - Mike Journal Entry 12
Chapter 27 - Talbot Family
Chapter 28 - Mike Journal Entry 13
Epilogue 1 - Deneaux - Pre-Zombie Apocalypse
Fuck death, it’s not the enemy, zombies are.
Chapter 1 – Mike Journal Entry 1
We stayed a few more days. There was a somber remembrance for my dad, and really for
all those who had fallen. The patriarch of our family had died defending his legacy.
Something we were all proud of; we all knew that was the way he would have wanted
to go out.
A warrior to the end.
It was with mixed feelings that we left Ron’s house. Sadness for the losses we had
suffered, but that was intermingled with the thought that perhaps we had finally turned
the corner on the zombie apocalypse. I couldn’t have been any more wrong if I tried.
Who knew? At some point Azile had slipped into the night, not to die like Erin at
least I hope not. She’d done something to BT while he was on guard duty and she’d
just vanished. Tommy and I tried to hunt her down for a couple of days, never found
a trace. I missed the girl she had played an integral part in Eliza’s demise, now
she was another of the fallen and an added spot upon my blackening heart.
Ron wouldn’t give up the Gatling gun to save his life, and I threatened him enough
to know he meant business. He already wrote off his truck when he decided to lend
me another one. I caught him stroking the hood and apologizing to it softly.
“I haven’t even got in it yet,” I told him.
“What’s the last thing you haven’t destroyed?” he asked. “And now you’ve even set
an example for your kids.” Ron was referring to the ripped up deck.
“What will you do, Ron?” I asked. “Are you going to stay here?”
The levity ceased. The damage to the basement was extensive; the foundation to the
house had suffered a serious blow.
“I’m going to see if it will be possible to brace the house. This is still a safe
place, and I want to try and give the kids as stable of an environment as possible.
Are you coming back?”
“I’d like to think so, but I haven’t received my warranty paperwork in the mail yet,
so I’m not sure how long I have left.”
BT was carrying a big bag of supplies out to the truck. “Stop,” Ron told him.
“Huh?” BT asked.
“Open the bag.”
“Mike said it was canned goods.” BT bent down to unzip the bag.
I was moving quickly away from the truck.
“Son of a bitch!” BT and Ron said in unison.
“I knew he’d try.” Ron grabbed the bag containing the Gatling gun.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I shouted. “Blame the black man carrying
“Oh, it’s always the black man’s fault…right, Talbot?” BT asked my retreating back.
“Look at the evidence,” I replied and then I was gone.
“The bastard made me a mule.” BT shook his head as he placed the supplies in the truck.
I could see him smiling; that was a good thing. The alternative was him twisting my
head off. Although he still might; he may even be wearing that smile while he did
Ron made sure the gun stayed by his feet as we finished loading supplies. When it
was all said and done, it was approaching noon. As I looked around at the serenity
of this place, I wanted to change my mind, BT and Justin still needed help…but oh
how I wanted to.
BT, Tracy, Travis, Justin and Tommy got in the truck. The rest of my family, new and
old lined the roadway waving as we departed. When I was sure we were far enough away
to avoid retribution but still within sight, I stopped the truck and got out.
“You should have let me have the gun,” I yelled to Ron.
“Not a chance,” he yelled back.
I drove off the road a ways, scraping the front fender against a large oak and leaving
a large swath of white paint.
“You little fuck!” he yelled, looking to chamber some rounds into his gun. I floored
“You’re such an asshole,” Tracy said from the backseat.
“What? It was an accident. I’m innocent,” I pled.
“You don’t have an innocent bone in your body,” BT added.
“Listen…if that’s the worst that happens to this thing I’ll consider it a victory,”
BT contemplated for a moment. “Agreed.”
“See, hon, I was just getting the bad part out of the way.” I turned to face her.
“Uh-huh.” She answered warily. I don’t think she was buying it.
“So what’s the plan?” BT asked.
“Really?” Travis asked back.
I smiled wanly. I actually did have an idea. Odds were good that the doc was somewhere
along the route Eliza had taken. Sure, that left a lot of land to cover; however,
there was no alternative. BT and Justin needed help. I would not – I could not – dwell
on the impossibility of this mission. Doc was alive; I was staking their lives on
We’d gone a few miles, the overall mood in the car was guarded excitement. Team Talbot
had scored a major victory. Eliza was dead, and nothing short of a good old-fashioned
resurrection was going to bring her back. Now, normally that would have been a laughable
proposition, considering the last one had happened close to two thousand years ago
– depending on your beliefs. But since the zombies had made ‘coming back’ commonplace,
I’d had the wisdom to burn Eliza.
I thought I’d get more enjoyment out of the event. All I really felt was sorry. Her
first years were marred with all manner of brutality inflicted upon her. She, in turn,
had wrought that on the world in spades. It was all she knew. She looked so at peace
as she laid upon that funeral pyre. Tommy had carefully combed her hair and placed
her hands over her chest, nearly covering the twisting knife wound Tracy had inflicted.
Nothing short of new clothes was going to hide the blood that had dried to a brown
thickness across her upper half though.
Tommy kissed his sister lightly, struck the match, and lit her lighter fluid-doused
body up. He watched for a second as the flame took hold before he walked away. We
were all out there to witness the event. I stayed to the bitter end; I felt that I
owed her that. The flame had burned hot enough to be felt over twenty-five feet away.
The pyre collapsed in on itself after a while, sending plumes of sparks skyward. Eventually,
after many hours, the flame had died out.
As if on cue, a light rain had started blotting out the final embers; soft smoke drifted
I almost can’t believe that we won
, I thought as I approached the ashes. She had seemed so strong, cunning, and vicious.
What chance did we have?
I kicked over a small, blackened log. A glint of gold caught my attention. It was
what remained of the Blood Locket. I had been tempted to grab it as some sort of memento
of the occasion – proof that we really had succeeded. After further reflection, I
booted ash over it. It was hers; it always had been. And, in retrospect, I wanted
nothing to do with it.
“It’s always road trips,” BT said, looking through the window.
I had been lost in thought. “What?”
“Who knew that the zombie apocalypse would be one road trip after another?”
I was still holding on to visions of a burning Eliza and her hand falling from her
breast, her pointer finger extending out towards me. Possibly in accusation or as
an invitation to join her.
I came up with the ever witty “Huh?”
“Shit, Talbot, how much room you got in that head of yours that you travel so far
away?” BT chided me.
Travis laughed. “Sorry,” he mumbled when I glared at him through the rear view mirror.
“It’s not his fault you’re a space cadet,” Tracy told me.
And then BT’s words hit. I think if I added up the days since the zombies came, we
truly had spent the majority of them on the road. Defending a homestead definitely
had its own share of dangers, but that was nothing in comparison to all manner of
nasty and deadly things that could and most likely would be discovered on the roadway.
“He’s left us again,” BT turned to say to Tracy.
“Welcome to my world,” she replied.
“Sorry, I was really just thinking on it. Being on the road sucks, and yet, here we
find ourselves again,” I said.
“It’s got to be better without Eliza…right?” Justin asked without too much conviction.
“One would hope,” was what I said. My thoughts didn’t mirror the sentiment.
“Zombies!” Travis shouted. It was loud in the small confines of the truck.
My head was on a swivel as I looked around. “Where?” I was trying to pull a Regan
. (The whole head pulling a three-sixty thing for those of you not brave enough to
have watched it, like me.)
“Oh, God!” BT said.
I saw his Adam’s apple bobbing wildly in his throat. I’d never seen him turn green;
I wouldn’t have thought his skin color would have allowed it. Granted, it was a dark
green like Godzilla as opposed to a Kermit-like green, which I guess is more fitting
anyway considering his size.
“I know that smell,” he gulped. “Pickled weasel.”
I slammed on the brakes, the truck coming to a skidding halt. I think Tracy bounced
her forehead off BT’s headrest. My throat was closing, tears were welling up in my
eyes. I had no sooner shoved the truck in park when I opened the door and was outside
gasping for air. Truth be told, I don’t think I was the first one out; but since I
was rapidly losing consciousness, it was difficult to tell.
When I had finally pulled in enough ragged breathes of air to stop my pupils from
dilating, I turned back towards the truck, and I’d swear I saw a brown mist swirling
around inside that cab. I noticed two things that almost blew my mind. The first was
that Tommy had not vacated like the rest of us, and the second was the big bundle
of fawn fur he had in his lap.
“What the fuck is Henry doing here?” I asked, pretty much to myself as everyone around
me was still suffering the after-effects of what could only be described as the usage
of a biological weapon.
I waited a few moments longer, letting the cloud dissipate; although I was figuring
it could be sticky enough that it would adhere itself to the interior of the truck,
thus further reducing its resale value. Tough to sell something that smelled like
sewer gas, even with a clean CARFAX.
“Henry, what are you doing here?” I asked him as I approached.
I gingerly tested the air with my nose as I cautiously approached. His stub of a tail
was banging rapidly back and forth. He tilted his head up so I could scratch under
his chin and chest where he liked it most.
“Did you get a hold of Lyndsey’s cooking again?” I asked him as I grabbed his massive
I was referring to my sister, whose stabs at cooking had lined many the bottoms of
trashcans. I’d once watched her, fascinated, as she made chocolate chip cookies from
scratch. The resultant thing that emerged from the oven had looked like liver and
I was thrilled to see the dog…and worried. He was one more loved one I would need
to be concerned for, but evidently he had decided to not be left behind again.
“Get him out of the truck,” Tracy said, coming up slowly. When I gave her a confused
look she elaborated. “Whatever made him make that smell is close to the surface. He
needs to get rid of it before we start back out.”
“Ooh.” I nodded in understanding as I helped the big guy down.
Henry padded over to the soft shoulder of the roadway, did a quick once over to make
sure no one was looking, and then went about his business. I think I saw a couple
of crows die as they circled above and into the waft of air that came from his pile.
“Better?” I asked him.
He did seem relieved. I thought he knew better than to eat anything my sister dropped.
She was getting better, though; the things she would pull off the stove were starting
to resemble real food more and more. Not that they tasted any better, they just ‘looked’
In a few more minutes, we were back on the road.
“Is it safe?” Tracy asked.
She could have been referring to any number of things. And I had not a single answer
for any of them.
Chapter 2 – Mike Journal Entry 2
The ride had been somewhat muted after Henry’s umm…outburst. I’m thinking most of
us in the car were more or less holding our breath just in case. I know I was even
driving about twenty miles per hour slower just so I could stop faster if the need
arose. Luckily, we’d only had one false alarm; Justin had moved in his seat causing
the material to squeak. I had the front end of the truck dipping down I was bringing
it to a halt so quickly.
“What do you think the odds of this are?” BT had asked. “I mean it’s pretty much like
looking for a needle in a haystack.”
“How big is the haystack?” I asked him in all seriousness.
“You know it’s just an analogy, right?” he queried back.
“I mean, if the stack isn’t too big and maybe we have a giant white tarp underneath
when we separate the straw we could probably find the needle fairly easily. Maybe
even get some magnets. That would be fucking genius.”
“Just turn the damn truck around,” he told me. “I’m not sure how long I can be in
here with your crazy ass.”
“We’ll find him,” I said.
“You’re that sure?” he asked in all seriousness.
“Yes…there’s no other alternative.” What I left unsaid was that if we didn’t, this
trip would end with a bullet for Justin and himself. Eventually they both would succumb
to the zombie virus they each housed inside themselves.
We were nearly to the New Hampshire border when our first—and I could only hope, last—spate
of trouble reared its ugly head. I had to slow the truck as we were coming upon zombies.
So far, only in the ones and occasional twos, and then they really started to thicken.
A bunch were meandering along the shoulder; but most tended to stay in the roadway,
making driving become more like a video game as I tried to avoid hitting them.
zombies you avoid,” Tracy said sarcastically, referring to her Jeep Liberty I had
totaled seemingly years ago on our quest to Walmart to get Justin and subsequently
“You’ve got to let it go, woman,” I said, not risking turning back towards her. One,
because that would take my eyes off the road; and two, I didn’t want to see how much
I had angered her.
“This is Eliza’s work,” Tommy said as he placed his hands on the window and stared
out. “She called them here, and now that she’s gone…”
“They’ve lost purpose,” I finished. Made sense. They had a new purpose now, though.
As they saw us, they started to congeal on our space, which was somewhat funny. I
mean, at least at first. It was hopeless for them, but that abruptly changed as we
came upon the main part of the horde.
“My God, there must be hundreds,” Tracy said in alarm.
Yeah there were hundreds…adding up to a thousand or more. Plus they looked hungry;
and considering that we were the only items on the menu, well, you get the point.
“Now what?” BT asked me.
“Should have just taken the damn Gatlin gun,” I told him.
I had the truck crawling at a measly ten mph. We were in imminent danger of becoming
encircled. Going forward was not going to happen. Not without a tank. And back was
rapidly losing its appeal as well.