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Zombie Apocalypse and Agent K - Short Story by Randy Gonzalez

Zombie Apocalypse and Agent K - Short Story by Randy Gonzalez

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On the edge of the sprawling lake, she kept vigilance. Her dark green eyes gazed at the fleeting mirrors that flashed across the surface. In thin lines of waving motion, the never ending cadence of life giving forces rippled gently. Driven by cold wintry airflow, the breeze shook limbs and leaves with each passing fancy. Formerly a retention area for contrived overdevelopment, Agent K watched two sandhill cranes feast in the mucky marshes. Never too far from watchfulness, one hand rested on the butt of her pistol, snuggly tucked away in her shoulder holster. Her heavy black trench coat and the floppy fedora gave some warmth amidst the early morning drizzle.
On the edge of the sprawling lake, she kept vigilance. Her dark green eyes gazed at the fleeting mirrors that flashed across the surface. In thin lines of waving motion, the never ending cadence of life giving forces rippled gently. Driven by cold wintry airflow, the breeze shook limbs and leaves with each passing fancy. Formerly a retention area for contrived overdevelopment, Agent K watched two sandhill cranes feast in the mucky marshes. Never too far from watchfulness, one hand rested on the butt of her pistol, snuggly tucked away in her shoulder holster. Her heavy black trench coat and the floppy fedora gave some warmth amidst the early morning drizzle.

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Zombie Apocalypse and Agent K (A short story by Randy Gonzalez)
On the edge of the sprawling lake, she kept vigilance. Her dark green eyes gazed atthe fleeting mirrors that flashed across the surface. In thin lines of waving motion, thenever ending cadence of life giving forces rippled gently. Driven by cold wintry airflow,the breeze shook limbs and leaves with each passing fancy. Formerly a retention area forcontrived overdevelopment, Agent K watched two sandhill cranes feast in the muckymarshes. Never too far from watchfulness, one hand rested on the butt of her pistol,snuggly tucked away in her shoulder holster. Her heavy black trench coat and the floppyfedora gave some warmth amidst the early morning drizzle.Cold, wet and windy, the landscape of the once prized upscale development had longsince witnessed glorious and grander times. In the former opulent splendor of massiveunzoning and deregulated commercialization, urban sprawl spawned the genesis of itsown demise. However, the pristine environmental sanctuary was now coming back tolife, once the humans had vacated. Then again, except of course for the devolved modernday hominids, the area was not completely safe and secure. The insipid onset of thezombification process remained ignored by politicians and the corporate elite. Those more powerful and influential saved themselves and fled to safer confines.After all, they could afford their gated townships, exclusive communal enclaves, and theprivate forces that kept them in a sedated sense of security. In many locations, but not all,martial law prevailed in former over-crowded cities and towns. Dumbing down thepopulace through excessively burdensome bureaucratic processes hastened the spread of the viral contamination. For most people, the world had become a dismal place, ascontrived by the best intentions of human incompetence.Not far from where she stood, she recalled the day the wanderers over-ran the pologrounds, after local government collapsed. Once seized, some of the club members werekilled, as the horses were confiscated and eaten. Nothing was wasted in frenziedconsumption, because dead socialites were cooked with the livestock, as part of the feast. The stables were sacked and used for fires in hastily dug barbeque pits. Hunger self-imposed by listlessness and mounting mindless deficiencies amatively stimulated thedesire to consume even more. It didn’t matter what or whom, just as long as it wasconsumable and not a whole lot of thought had to be expended.
 
2“What have we done?” She asked herself sadly, while ducks scooted inchoreographed formation across the water. “Too much, too late, and then death, as ourselfishness knows no boundaries. It’s not ours to lose, but was ours to protect.”Stoically, Agent K stood vigil. A loner, a sentry, and a silent sentinel, she only wentby “K”, one simple letter. The organization put the “agent” in front of that. Or, in thosefiles no one could ever see, Killian, just plain Killian, and sometimes, “killem” for short.She observed how nature fixes things humans have disrupted. Rains flushed the drainageand construction pumped the wastes of congestion, which expanded the shoreline forseveral years, beyond the original legally safe requirements.And, while the sun crept above the horizon, birds, alligators, fishes and turtles camealive for another day, in a continuous cycle regardless of humankind. Around theseemingly genteel environs, pompously protected by over-fed politicians, the animals’kingdom rejuvenated itself. And yet, there was always a cost and something had to die.Over-consumption, fatted fixations and gluttonous obsessions, made her wonder what theanimal did wrong to deserve the self-indulgent presence of humans.“Here are the waters, the watering place,” she murmured softly to herself. “Renewal ishere, to drink and consume the essence, and find respite from the illusions.”For a bleak moment, there was only the sound of the wind, the birds and the splash of water. Not to last for very long, a noise raised the tiny brownish hairs on the back of herneck. An echo off the glassy surface sounded the guttural thuggish slobber of that whichonly consumes, and recognizes not the slightest semblance of creativity. She knew theprimordial decadence of the dystopic post-modern society.“Another twit wants unwarranted attention,” she told the cranes, which ignored heruninvited presence. “They never stop, those needy, selfish and energy sucking bastards.Uh, huh, I hear ya. There it is, in the doorway of an abandoned school building. Yep,knew some were around here, another mindless remnant of human devolution. Or as wesay nowadays, one more debased representation of the zombie apocalypse.” She jerkedher pistol from her harness. “Yeah, nice, and what can you do?”“Agent K,” a disembodied voice said gruffly into her earpiece. “Check six.” Thefaceless tone was all too familiar to her. “Satellite scans are picking up geo-thermalanomalies. I have several targets detected. Watch out they’re low order walkers.”
 
3“Im on it, doc,” she answered and put on a smile upon hearing his voice. “Right now,down by the lake, Im only accounting for one. What else you got?”“Multiple scans are picking up six images,” he answered confidently. “You got a sixpack in terms of anomalous threats. Again, stay alert. You want backup?”“You know I work alone, no thanks, I got this,” she responded.“I have a chopper standing by to pick you up,” the doc advised her. “Retrieval pointwill be the same L-Z where you were dropped off. Sure you don’t want backup?”“No thanks wanna spend some time here,” she insisted with a hint of sadness in hervoice. “I grew up around here long time ago in a time far away.Agent K knew all too well the horrors of the zombie effect. The zombificationdevolution remained a confusing and much debated diminution of the human species.Regardless though the disastrous consequences speak for themselves. It’s a long termprocess whereby stupidity, disproportionately influenced by emotionalism and reinforcedby absurd fallacies of illusion and obsession with superstitions, created self-imposedpsychological constraints. Slow and deadly, the characteristics depend on the individualto a large extent. Given the psycho-physical health profile of the person, one is able toovercome the cerebral infectiousness by virtue of his or her willingness to do so.As the apocalyptic dystopia manifested, very little hope remained to this day for a cureto reverse the effects of widespread ignorance. The willingness to contaminate oneself through gross self-gratification reduced whole communities to herded babbling, whiningand sniveling malcontents. Bent on hedonistic intemperance not seen before in history,large numbers looked to governments to satisfy every need. On top of that, the inclinationto accept anything at face value as truth, simplicity in answers for everything and absentany attempt at logical deduction, germinated the infection.“Don’t worry, just be ready for my signal when I want to get out of here,” Agent K advised the doc and wheeled around on the heels of her black boots. At the same instant,she whipped out her high powered auto-pistol. “Head shots count,” she blurted at theapproaching decomposing life form. “Sorry pal, lights out.”“Feed, need to feed,” it blubbered stupidly in a putrefying necrotic condition. Shoddilyclothed the rummager moved in closer. “Take you, this good to eat.”“I wanna make each bullet count, so standby,” Agent K said ready to shoot.

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