Last Zombie Standing: Episode 7

A zombie eat zombie world

Robert McKeon Aloe
4 min readMay 20


Synopsis: This story is about a zombie apocalypse from the viewpoint of Larry the zombie, and it focuses on Larry’s moral dilemma with being a zombie.

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The group of survivors, led by John, had been on the road for weeks, moving through abandoned towns and cities, scavenging for supplies, and dodging hordes of zombies. They had come across some small groups of zombies before, but nothing like the sight they encountered on this day.

As they rounded a corner on the dusty road, they saw a bus in the distance, with small, child-like zombies pouring out of it. The survivors had heard of these types of zombies before, but they had never seen them in person. They were faster, more agile, and much harder to kill than the bigger zombies they had encountered so far.

John quickly ordered the group to stop and take cover behind some nearby buildings. They watched in horror as the bus pulled to a stop and the smaller zombies began to scatter in every direction, searching for their next meal. The survivors knew they had to act fast, or they would be overrun.

John called out to his group, “We need to take out that bus before more of those little bastards show up. We’ll need to be quick and efficient. Anyone got any ideas?”

A woman named Sarah spoke up, “What if we set the bus on fire? We’ve got some gasoline and a lighter.”

John considered it for a moment before nodding. “Alright, that could work. But we’ll need to make sure we have a perimeter set up to prevent any other zombies from getting too close.”

The survivors quickly set to work, spreading out and gathering materials to make a perimeter around the bus. John and a few others approached the bus with the gasoline and lighter. They made a Molotov cocktails and threw them at the bus.

As the flames rose high, the small zombies began to screech and howl in terror. Some tried to escape, but the perimeter held strong, and the survivors made quick work of any that got too close. They watched as the bus burned to the ground, the small zombies writhing and screaming in the flames.

As the last of the zombies burned away, the survivors let out a cheer. They had successfully taken out a group of the smaller, more dangerous zombies. It was a small victory, but one that gave them hope for the future.

John turned to his group and said, “We’ve got to keep moving. We can’t let our guard down for a second.”

Scene 8

John and his group approached the burned-out bus, the smell of charred flesh still lingering in the air. As they got closer, they could see the remains of small bodies, twisted and blackened by the flames. They knew immediately that these were child zombies.

John felt a wave of nausea wash over him, and he stumbled backwards. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The others in his group were also visibly shaken, their faces twisted with horror.

Samantha was the first to speak. “What the hell do we do now?” she asked, her voice trembling. “We can’t just leave them like this.”

John shook his head. “No, we can’t,” he said. “But we also can’t risk getting infected. We need to make sure they’re dead and then move on.”

The group reluctantly began to search the area for any other zombies that might be lurking nearby. They established a perimeter around the bus, keeping a watchful eye out for any signs of danger.

As they worked, John couldn’t help but feel conflicted. He had always prided himself on being a moral person, but in this new world, morality seemed to be a luxury he could no longer afford. He knew that the survival of his group was paramount, but he couldn’t help but wonder if there was another way.

“Maybe we could have tried to save them,” he said quietly to Samantha as they worked. “Maybe we could have found a cure, or a way to reverse the infection.”

Samantha gave him a sad smile. “I know,” she said. “But we can’t go back now. We can only move forward and hope that someday, we’ll find a way to fix this.”

John nodded, feeling a sense of resignation wash over him. He knew that she was right, but it didn’t make the situation any easier to accept.

As the group finished their work and prepared to move on, John couldn’t help but glance back at the burned-out bus. He knew that the memory of what they had seen would haunt them for a long time to come. But for now, they had to focus on survival, and on finding a way to make it through this nightmare world.

This story was written utilizing OpenAI ChatGPT as a companion writer, and it was edited by a human.



Robert McKeon Aloe

I’m in love with my Wife, my Kids, Espresso, Data Science, tomatoes, cooking, engineering, talking, family, Paris, and Italy, not necessarily in that order.