Lisa’s Story: Zombie Apocalypse – Prologue

Thursday

I scratched my legal name off the new schedule and wrote in Lisa. The scheduling system was supposed to be able to handle “nicknames” but after an hour my manager had given up figuring out how it worked. It wasn’t that big of deal. All my co-workers knew my legal name but were good about not using it.

A co-worker and I fangirled about the new Marvel movie during our breaks. I trained a new employee on the register. She caught on fast and after an hour I barely had to help her. Got one person to sign up for the store’s credit card. Restocked the ladies feature racks. Clocked out on time.

On the bus ride home, I saw a Facebook post about a man attacking people at a hospital. The local newspaper’s website didn’t have a story about it yet.

Lisa’s Story is a story posted weekly about a trans woman trying to survive in a zombie apocalypse.  Look for new chapters every Monday.  To celebrate starting this new series, I will be posting “Chapter One” early on Wednesday.

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Serial Story: Lisa’s Story: Zombie Apocalypse

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Part One

Part One now complete.  Part Two release to be determined.

About Lisa’s Story: Zombie Apocalypse

Lisa is a trans woman. She knows what it’s like to be on guard around people but this is a whole new level. The dead have started walking and killing the living. What will she do to survive? Can she trust other survivors? When is the right time to disclose your trans status in a zombie apocalypse?

Author’s Note: As a trans woman and zombie movie watcher, I sometimes wondered, “Where are all the LGBT people? Especially trans people. I’ve seen a few gay guys and lesbians but hardly any trans people in zombies stories. As a trans woman this bothered me because I wholly intend to survive the zombie apocalypse. This story was born out of a desire to have something centered on a trans woman fighting zombies even if I had to write it myself.

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Watchtower at the End of the World

The watchtower was built out of the wreckage of our homes. The first watchtower attracted wyverns. We think the cleric’s blessing of the sanctuary did not reach high enough to repel them and he would not climb to the top to bless it. The second tower we built shorter and have not been bothered by the wyverns. It’s a simple structure, a ladder leading to a flat platform covered by a tarp.

A fairy alighted on my shoulder singing a happy wordless tune. I smiled. Since they came to stay with us, within the walls, they had mostly been silent. We used to hear them, many more than were left, singing often in the woods but the enemy burnt and slashed and trampled it flat. They were hesitant at first to be near people. The children left food for them on the walls and slowly they made themselves known to us.

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Note: This is part of a small collection of stories set in a fantasy world that has fallen to a great evil.