Personal Narrative Fiction

Two weeks had passed and the base remained mostly uneventful. A sad looking, zombie attempted the newly rebuilt fence but was dispatched only after numerous shots to its emaciated body brought it down and its odd looking helmet was removed for the final blow from a baseball bat. The helmet was stuffed with foam batting, covering the majority of its head and face. It was a curious creature but effected little mention outside of casual conversation. All-in-all, it was forgotten almost as quickly as it happened.
Every day I spent some time with Dean. We’d walk inside the fence when the weather permitted. Those days when it was Snowing to heavily, or when it was too bright out, we’d stay inside and reminisce about our travels. This time …show more content…
Lying on a table before the two scientists was the damaged infrasound weapon.
“Idea about what?” I asked, startling them both. They were so engrossed in what they’d been doing that they hadn’t noticed our approach.
“Dr. Cooper. Dean. We we’re trying to figure out what is wrong with this thing,” Laura answered while regaining her composure.
“Are you having any luck?” Dean asked.
Beside the partially dismantled weapon was a laptop, displaying schematics for the infrasound device. They must’ve accessed the flash drive containing Dr. Ron Russell’s notes.
“Can I have a look?” Dean asked reaching across the table to pick up the device.
“It’s a very delicate piece of machinery,” Dr. Brittenbach said moving to intercept my friends movement.
I grabbed Ted’s wrist drawing his attention. “Dean’s really good with things like this. Besides, it belongs to us.”
“By all means,” Brittenbach said bowing to my urging. “It’s not like we’re getting anywhere with that infernal machine.”
My friend opened a side panel and began tracing wires with his finger while sneaking quick glances at the schematics on the laptop’s screen.
“Have you made any headway with the parasite?” I asked the pair of …show more content…
"Dean is a genius with technology. He's shown that by saving our lives with his skills time after time," I said with pride. "Everyone has skills which can be used to our advantage. We just need to tap each survivors value."
The two still stared at him incredulously. "We couldn't make heads or tails of the schematics."
"Luckily, I could," my friend replied. "Let's get out of here Hank. It's a little too crowded in here with these two self-important, blowhards."
Shrugging helplessly, I followed Dean out the door. Once outside my friend mumbled over his shoulder, "That was fun."
"That was all an act?" I asked. "I thought it was another concussion related outburst of anger."
He chuckled softly before answering, "I'm pretty much over the worst of it. I still have to be careful though. I get headaches when I try to do too much and I can't risk another trauma to the head for quite a while."
"So, if you take a blow to the head-"
"Don't even think about it Henry Cooper," he chided. "I'm not a zombie."
"I should've double-tapped you when I could've."
"If you think fixing the infrasound weapon was cool, you should see what I did to the digital cameras."
"Can you show me?" I

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