Last Zombie Standing: Episode 8

A zombie eat zombie world

Robert McKeon Aloe
4 min readMay 27


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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Larry and his group of zombies trudged through the deserted streets, their decaying limbs dragging along the pavement. They had been wandering for days, searching for any signs of fresh flesh. The group had grown weary, and Larry knew that they needed to find a new strategy if they were going to survive.

As they turned a corner, they saw a plume of smoke rising in the distance. Larry’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he let out a low growl.

“Fresh meat,” he said to his companions. “Let’s go.”

The group quickened their pace, eager to find the source of the smoke. As they ran, they made jokes and taunted each other, their undead spirits lifted by the prospect of a fresh kill. Larry, as their leader, kept them focused on their mission.

After a few blocks, they turned a corner and saw the burnt-out bus. The survivors were gone, but the smell of charred flesh still hung in the air. Larry and his group looked at each other, disappointed.

“Looks like we missed the party,” one of the zombies said.

Larry looked around, taking in his surroundings. “We need to be smarter if we’re going to catch these survivors,” he said. “We can’t just run at them head-on. They’ll see us coming a mile away.”

The other zombies nodded in agreement. “What do you suggest, Larry?” one of them asked.

“We need to start using our senses,” Larry said. “We need to listen for any sounds, smell for any scents, and watch for any movements. We need to be patient and wait for the right moment to strike.”

The other zombies murmured their assent, impressed by Larry’s leadership skills. They knew that he was their best chance for survival in this new world.

As they started to move away from the burnt-out bus, Larry turned to his companions. “Remember,” he said. “We may be undead, but we’re not stupid. We need to use our brains if we’re going to outsmart these survivors.”

The group of zombies continued to roam the streets, using their senses to track down any potential prey. Larry knew that the survivors were out there somewhere, and he was determined to catch them.

They moved in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

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The moon was hiding behind the clouds, casting eerie shadows across the land.

Larry’s group of zombies shuffled through the darkness, searching for prey. As they wandered through a field, they caught a whiff of something unusual, something delicious.

Following their noses, they stumbled upon John, who had his pants down and was in the midst of taking a poop.

The wind was blowing hard, and John was struggling to keep his balance while doing his business.

Larry couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“Look at him, he’s like a giant pinwheel,” he remarked to his fellow zombies.

The other zombies joined in, laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

“He’s like a human windmill!” one zombie exclaimed.

But as they laughed, they closed in on John, who was completely unaware of their presence.

In a swift and coordinated attack, they pounced on him, tearing him apart and devouring him before he could even finish wiping.

The rest of John’s group was sleeping nearby, completely oblivious to the danger. Larry’s group quietly crept towards them, ready to feast once again.

As they got closer, one of the zombies tripped over a rock, causing a loud thud. The sound woke up one of the survivors, who quickly jumped to their feet and screamed in terror at the sight of the zombies.

The rest of the group woke up in a panic, scrambling for their weapons.

Larry’s group was too quick.

They launched themselves at the survivors, overpowering them with their superior strength and numbers.

One survivor tried to fight back with a baseball bat, but it was no match for the ferocity of the zombie horde.

As the zombies feasted on their victims, they continued to make jokes about the darkness and the absurdity of their situation.

“Looks like we caught them with their pants down!” one zombie joked, causing the others to cackle with laughter.

The laughter soon died down as they filled their stomachs with the flesh of the living. The darkness seemed to grow even darker, as if it were a physical manifestation of the horror that was taking place. The only sounds were the moans of the zombies and the screams of the dying.

By the time the sun began to rise, the zombies had finished their feast and moved on to find their next meal. The survivors were left behind, a pile of broken bodies in the middle of the field. As Larry’s group wandered off into the distance, the only evidence of their attack was the lingering scent of death and decay. The world had become a dark and terrifying place, and there was no end in sight to the zombie apocalypse.

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.