Unknown and Unaware - Chapter 1

Unknown and Unaware

Chapter 1 - The Basement

When the Apocalypse broke out, you always have those freaks that are prepared for it. Well they always think they are prepared. They will have their Weapons such as Knives, Swords, Handguns and the odd shotgun but when you see the preparation that a 23 year old man put into an event which may or may not happen then you really do wonder about people. Fortunately for this young man it happened.

Patrick McRoberts, a student at the University of Kentucky studying a degree in Computer Programming. To everyone he met he appeared as a normal geeky student. However in the basement of his house where he lived with his Mother was something quite peculiar.

Stacks of shelves with Tins of Fruit, Vegetables, Meat, Nuts, Chocolate, peanut butter and bottled water. It was only the start of what was in that room. Everyday Patrick would come down to this room and restock the shelves with more Corned Beef and Nuts. He liked to make sure that the food didn't pass its due by date. In some senses he was crazy. He had prepared the past two years of his life for this event. Not only could food be found in the basement but multiple weapons. Two Shelves of bottled water was the first thing that could be seen as you came into the large dark room. On the other side of room was a shelf with 12 torches of different sizes and along with it were batteries. The shelves consisted of food, water, torches, tents, knives, handguns, shotguns, one rifle, and two automatic sub machine guns. Not only was Patrick prepared but he was ready.

At the end of the basement was a bed, a sofa and TV with a Computer next to it. Patrick lived in this basement.

Patrick came home at Four O'clock an hour before dinner. He had been at the gym. Patrick was prepared for anything when it came to a zombie apocalypse. He kept himself fit and ate healthily. Patrick walked through the open door into the hallway of his Mother's house. His tall slender body peered round the door of the living room to see his mother. A small, plump woman with grey curly hair sitting in what was a purple smoke stained armchair with a cigarette in her hand.

"Have you been to the gym?" asked his mother.

"Yes, I have, what do you want for dinner?" Replied Patrick.

"Ehh make me some beef burgers" said his Mother.

"So a McDonalds then right Mum?" chuckled Patrick.

"Oh son you know me like a book, get me a packet of onion rings and a large big mac meal with extra fries and a Strawberry Milkshake please. Get yourself something too." Said his mother encouragingly.

"I'll stick to my Stovies, thanks though Mum." Replied Patrick

"Aww son you're just like your father. Tall, blonde sandy hair with a slight curl at the back and dark blue eyes and, I must say you look like a strapping young lad with those muscles you do." Said his mum laughing at the same time.

"Mum, please I'm your son." Replied Patrick embarrassed.

"Oh Please can't a mum tell her son how handsome he looks every now and again." Replied Patrick's Mother.

"I'm going now Mum, see you soon." Said Patrick.

As Patrick approached the McDonald's drive through he seen a man walking ever so slowly at the pace of a toddler just learning to crawl. The Man fell over and his neck jerked and twisted. It became apparent that the Man's spinal cord had become detached from the Man's head. The head wobbled and twisted round to the purring sound of Patrick's Ford F-150. Patrick had an idea about what it was but he didn't want to be stupid and react to the man. If it weren't and this was another practical joke that people in the small city of Winchester liked to play on his family then he could be in serious trouble.

Patrick's Dad was diagnosed with Schizophrenia and sent to a Maximum Security Penitentiary in Arizona after killing two people he believed to be zombies. Patrick's Dad Arthur had influenced Patrick to take up his work and be prepared for the Apocalypse. Always telling him that it would happen one day. Countless numbers of times he had received phone calls from the Prison in the middle of night just because his Dad had attempted another escape or because he was trying to attack the guards as he believed they were going to eat him. Ever since his Dad was sent to Prison for the "Zombie Fiasco" as the Newspapers covered it as people would play Jokes on Patrick's Mother and himself.

Patrick chuckled "Kids" he said.

Patrick continued to watch the man as he was continuing to approach his car. A bird landed in front the Man and was quite clearly oblivious to the man's presence. This was Rule No. 55. Patrick opened the notebook that he took from his glove box. He flicked through the pages until he found it.

Rule No.55 - Zombies have NO Presence and animals will quite often be unaware of them.

Unless his Dad had told someone before he went to Prison the only person who was aware of this ability of Zombies was Patrick. The bird flapped his wings not realising that he had attracted the attention of the Man. The Man swooped his arm down and grabbed the bird and bit a side out of its wing. The bird screamed and wriggled. The Man continued to eat the bird.

Patrick just thought to himself that they have taken things to the next level these kids have.

Patrick ignored the Man. The McDonald's employee returned to the window and gave Patrick his Meals.

"See you tomorrow" said the employee.

As Patrick returned home he saw blood trailing into his house. "Damned Kids" he said realising he was beginning to sound like his Father.

He brought his handgun out of his holster, a Glock 17C with a fully loaded cartridge. He approached his house gingerly. He pushed the front door open slightly with the handgun. He continued to walk into the house to try and find his Mother. He kicked the door of the living room open. A little girl in a girl scouts uniform was sinking her teeth into his Mother's neck. Another girl with blood spattered over her brassard and top was pulling the skin apart from his Mother's stomach piercing her skin with her nails. This was when he knew that this was no Game...