So I woke up last night at about 2:30 in the morning freaking out from a dream I had just woken up from and couldn't fall back asleep till at least 4am. It was really weird so I figured why not write it out and put it on here. So here you go, last night's freaky zombie nightmare:
We had to constantly keep moving. Even if we found a safe place we couldn’t stay for
long. The safest plan was to keep
moving. Keep finding food, and
keep finding shelter.
We
tried to stick to suburban areas.
Rural was ideal for seclusion but suburban would have the most supplies
that would could carry and take with us.
We never went near the city…for obvious reasons. For the first time in a long time our
group had maintained its number.
The five of us, Eric and I, Nancy, Maggie our sort of leader and her son
Ted. We had been together for
about 3 weeks now.
Nancy
was our newest addition. We had
found her wandering on her own.
She had done a fairly decent job of surviving on her own considering she
was in her late 40’s. But she was
lean and tall with short chin length black hair that she parted down the
middle.
This
third week however was the beginning of tension in the group, namely between
Maggie and Nancy.
We
were in Nancy’s home suburb, which proved to be extremely helpful, as she had
kept her house running as much as she possibly could. She had lots of stored water and nonperishable foods and she
was willing to allow us to stay with her.
But
around this third week Maggie said it was about time they packed up and should
move again, and offered to Nancy that she should join us. But Nancy refused. She then explained why she was still
here.
Before
the outbreak of zombies began she had lived here with her husband now that
their two children were grown and in college out on their own. Her husband had been bitten in one of
the first out breaks. No one fully
understood what was going on in the beginning so she thought he was just sick
but as things got worse they both knew it was not going to end well.
Her
husband had forced her to lock him in the garage and when became what they both
knew he inevitably would she was to take his hunting rifle from their shed and
end it. But once that time
came and Nancy had the rifle in her hand she found that she couldn’t do it. Her hand shook too much and her vision
blurred with tears and she simply opened the garage door from inside the house
and let him go.
She
was determined not to falter this time.
And should would not leave this house before she accomplished this
task.
Maggie
tried to explain to her that it was a bad idea, that he could be miles away by
now, or someone else could have already taken care of him, but Nancy refused to
listen. She said she knew he was
still around…she could feel it. I
mean I thought she was crazy, but Maggie seemed to give up convincing her after
that.
We
waited around for another week in hopes of convincing Nancy to come with us,
till one night we didn’t have to wait anymore.
We
all slept together on the living room floor, it was safer to stay together in
groups, we all heard it. I shot up
and I could feel the others were awake too. Maggie slowly sat up and looked around. We all had the same thought, Nancy
wasn’t here.
We
moved silently through the house our weapons at the ready. We tiptoed through the kitchen to the
door that lead through to the garage.
The
door to the outside was coming down and we all saw two figures in the
garage. Nancy with her rifle, and
what could only be assumed was Nancy’s husband.
We
all stood in silence waiting for what was going to come next. Nancy was the closest to him, he began
his labored uneven walk to her arms outstretched and terrible gurgling noises
coming from his unhinged jaw, eye’s milky white and dead.
Nancy
held the rifle at the read with a sure arm tears streaking down her
cheeks. And then it happened. She lowered the rifle when he was only
arms length away. She whispered
his name, Scott, and her eyes glazed over not seeing the monster but the man she
had loved. His hands came around
her shoulders and she looked up into his face as if she were expecting a kiss,
the gun discarded and forgotten on the floor. She whispered his name one last time, as if she were saying
a prayer and then his mouth bit deep into her cheek still holding her up right.
Then
there was a gun shot and to tore my gaze away from the gruesome scene, to see
Maggie, arm outstretched, pistol in hand smoking.
Nancy
had dropped to the ground along with her husband but unlike his motionless
corpse, she was twitching and writhing on the ground, making the most terrible
noises I had ever heard in my life.
I couldn’t tell if she was sobbing and screaming…or laughing. A large pool of blood was beginning to
form around her head and neck.
There
was another shot from the pistol and she was motionless. The dark garage was silent. Then Maggie said, “Gather what you can,
I want to be out of here in an hour.
The sound of the gun will have attracted visitors.” She turned away from the garage without
a second glance.
The
pool of blood from Nancy’s head was still growing as I looked away. My entire body felt numb and I began
packing without really thinking about my actions.
Our party was down to four, again.
