i was lucky, in my haste, i almost hit dave, the bullet whizzed past him and planted into the woman's chest. she shrieked, blood dribbled out of her mouth and she looked up.
i took aim, i took a few seconds, the next bang wasn't as loud, and the flash was nonexistent.
i saw the hole appear on her head and she went down, this time for good.
"thanks, man."
i didn't respond. you really never forget your first, and with a face like that, its even harder.
i walked past dave and i heard him sigh. i doubt it was out of anger, but i needed to throw my friend a bone, after all, as far as we know, we're the only people left in the area.
i finally pulled myself together "come on, man. that noise is gonna bring them all over, we need to find something, anything, i dont know how many bullets this thing has left."
we were careful, our floor was full of bodies and many of them had their mouths open and were torn up. we kept our legs and feet away from their mouths.
i led on, i had the only weapon we could find on the bodies, at least the only usable weapon. there bats, hockey sticks, there was even a frying pan in the mix. teeth and blood stained the walls. the blood spatter on the remaining lights gave the hallway a sick red glow. i almost fell down the stairs.
blood and people bits coated them.
i almost regret leaving the apartment.
dave looked back, there was shuffling noise coming from where we were
"we need to leave, jay."
i thought to myself
"just a few more flights..just a few more flights..."
Monday, July 26, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
it's been too long, way too long.
dave and i decided to leave the house and look for food. not only were we motivated by our nonstop and shared thoughts of hunger and even my desperate idea to eat a corpse.
"jay, think about it, what killed those people?"
"the zombies"
"good, how did they kill them?"
"tearing them up, biting-"
"biting them. how doe this spread?"
"shit."
sometimes, you need your best friend to talk a little sense into you.
we tried to leave the house, and wouldn't you know it. the door was blocked by a few corpses. the ones who were trying to force themselves in and had been killed because of us. their bodies, at least what remained blocked our way out.
we thought of the fire escape, but we realized that the "corpses" on the floor were still alive. many of them were people i recognized from my building. they had jumped out when they were cornered and then partially devoured. with their legs broken they were pretty much defenseless against whatever zombies were on the ground. there were a good 20 of them crawling around. surely the noise that dave and i would make coming down the creaky fire escape would bring them all here.
i heard dave kicking the door hard, pushing the corpses blocking the door aside.
"dude!" i yelled at him, it was the first time i raised my voice in awhile, and it felt good.
we both left the apartment, foolishly, we werent holding anything. i guess hunger makes you stupid.
we heard shuffling around a corner on my floor.
dave kept watch for it,i kept looking at the corpses on the floor, i was careful not to touch them, God only knows they could wake up at any second depending how they died.
one had a bullet hole in her head. i recognized her. it was laura, the indian girl from upstairs. she had a gun in her hand.
"laura, why here?"
the gun stood in her hand. i put my foot on her head and reached over to her weapon.
"sorry, dear, but i think i need this" i whispered to her. my hand was nearing hers.
"jay, i hear something" dave sharply whispered
i felt a twitch in laura's neck and almost gasped. she didnt move after that, maybe it was my leg.
i managed to pull the gun out of her hand, it felt heavy. i am not sure how to use these things so i just hoped it had some bullets left.
showing dave the gun and taking pride in his approving nod, i turned the corner.
fuck.
it was some woman in her nightgown. she was covered in blood, she had no visible bite marks. she had her back to us.
"there's no one here, n-no one, i'm all alone, alone" she muttered slowly under her breath. she shivered when she spoke.
i held the gun at her, i had it trained to her head.
please God, let this thing have bullets, but please, even more.
dont make me have to use them.
"miss, are you. are you okay?"
"it's so dark ,so dark, i can't see, who's that? who are where?" she began to make less and less sense. she faced the wrong way when she answered dave.
she slowly turned around. dave jumped back, i lightly squeezed the trigger
she turned to us, her face , what was left of it, was horrifying, she was missing both eyes, her teeth were missing from her bruised mouth. her sockets weren't clean. they were ripped. maggots were in them.
she turned to dave's direction and ran at him screaming at the top of her lungs with her arms out stretched.
i had to, God forgive me.
the white flash from the gun seemed long, the noise was louder than i could ever imagine.
i took her life.
dave and i decided to leave the house and look for food. not only were we motivated by our nonstop and shared thoughts of hunger and even my desperate idea to eat a corpse.
"jay, think about it, what killed those people?"
"the zombies"
"good, how did they kill them?"
"tearing them up, biting-"
"biting them. how doe this spread?"
"shit."
sometimes, you need your best friend to talk a little sense into you.
we tried to leave the house, and wouldn't you know it. the door was blocked by a few corpses. the ones who were trying to force themselves in and had been killed because of us. their bodies, at least what remained blocked our way out.
we thought of the fire escape, but we realized that the "corpses" on the floor were still alive. many of them were people i recognized from my building. they had jumped out when they were cornered and then partially devoured. with their legs broken they were pretty much defenseless against whatever zombies were on the ground. there were a good 20 of them crawling around. surely the noise that dave and i would make coming down the creaky fire escape would bring them all here.
i heard dave kicking the door hard, pushing the corpses blocking the door aside.
"dude!" i yelled at him, it was the first time i raised my voice in awhile, and it felt good.
we both left the apartment, foolishly, we werent holding anything. i guess hunger makes you stupid.
we heard shuffling around a corner on my floor.
dave kept watch for it,i kept looking at the corpses on the floor, i was careful not to touch them, God only knows they could wake up at any second depending how they died.
one had a bullet hole in her head. i recognized her. it was laura, the indian girl from upstairs. she had a gun in her hand.
"laura, why here?"
the gun stood in her hand. i put my foot on her head and reached over to her weapon.
"sorry, dear, but i think i need this" i whispered to her. my hand was nearing hers.
"jay, i hear something" dave sharply whispered
i felt a twitch in laura's neck and almost gasped. she didnt move after that, maybe it was my leg.
i managed to pull the gun out of her hand, it felt heavy. i am not sure how to use these things so i just hoped it had some bullets left.
showing dave the gun and taking pride in his approving nod, i turned the corner.
fuck.
it was some woman in her nightgown. she was covered in blood, she had no visible bite marks. she had her back to us.
"there's no one here, n-no one, i'm all alone, alone" she muttered slowly under her breath. she shivered when she spoke.
i held the gun at her, i had it trained to her head.
please God, let this thing have bullets, but please, even more.
dont make me have to use them.
"miss, are you. are you okay?"
"it's so dark ,so dark, i can't see, who's that? who are where?" she began to make less and less sense. she faced the wrong way when she answered dave.
she slowly turned around. dave jumped back, i lightly squeezed the trigger
she turned to us, her face , what was left of it, was horrifying, she was missing both eyes, her teeth were missing from her bruised mouth. her sockets weren't clean. they were ripped. maggots were in them.
she turned to dave's direction and ran at him screaming at the top of her lungs with her arms out stretched.
i had to, God forgive me.
the white flash from the gun seemed long, the noise was louder than i could ever imagine.
i took her life.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The noises are not as loud, but much more frequent. the running that we would hear is pretty rare, many have banged on our door and tried to kick it down to get away from the creatures.
what did dave and i do?
We pressed our bodies against the door, making sure they couldn't get in. We did not say a word to each other when we did this, or to the person to stop. We held the door shut and made sure it didnt fall, we only stopped when we heard them scream, heard them go down, and heard them get back up and shuffle away onto the next victim.
did we hate ourselves for it? not as much as we should have. which scared both of us, maybe me more. dave has been pretty quiet, as have i. i mean , we're both scared to talk.
we both have lost weight though, we haven't eaten in a few days. the water runs though. we drink hot water to stave the hunger for awhile, but who knows how long we can do this
we need to get out of here
or else, we're not going to make it past the week.
what did dave and i do?
We pressed our bodies against the door, making sure they couldn't get in. We did not say a word to each other when we did this, or to the person to stop. We held the door shut and made sure it didnt fall, we only stopped when we heard them scream, heard them go down, and heard them get back up and shuffle away onto the next victim.
did we hate ourselves for it? not as much as we should have. which scared both of us, maybe me more. dave has been pretty quiet, as have i. i mean , we're both scared to talk.
we both have lost weight though, we haven't eaten in a few days. the water runs though. we drink hot water to stave the hunger for awhile, but who knows how long we can do this
we need to get out of here
or else, we're not going to make it past the week.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
silence
My apartment feels like a prison. The days have been killing us slowly. Dave and I barely say any words to each other. Not because we are upset with one another, but simply because we don't know what to say. What CAN we say?
Hey man , this sucks, your neighbors are trying to eat us har har? No, it's not that simple. We dont know what to do. We just don't know.
Could it be that we're afraid to talk to each other? Those things seem to be attracted to noises. None of us really had much of an encounter with them after that night.
We hear them, everyday, more and more shuffling, we hear them moaning in some unholy excitement and then we hear the scratching.
I don't know what's worse, the scratching or the moaning. What i've learned is that, when they moan, they know something is up, that's the give away, but when they find you and scratch at your door, moaning nonstop. you are done. they won't stop, not until they get you and probably eat you. None of us bothered to find out, but I have a feeling that they don't stop with one bite.
One floor up, we heard the scratching and moaning, getting louder and louder. Whoever was up there, i think, mrs. Ramos. she started screaming at it loudly, and then she started praying, and then she started crying. eventually, we heard the door open, and there was a small struggle. we heard things falling down, glass breaking and the screaming.
Shit, the screaming. It was so full of pain and crying, jeez. I can't stop thinking of it, I can't get it out of my head. I closed my eyes, and pretended it was a bad dream, I closed them harder when i heard flesh being torn from her. The sickening squelching noise. Her cries turned to gargles.
I jumped a second ago, Dave grabbed my shoulder.
"Jay, we're out of food."
...Fuck.
Hey man , this sucks, your neighbors are trying to eat us har har? No, it's not that simple. We dont know what to do. We just don't know.
Could it be that we're afraid to talk to each other? Those things seem to be attracted to noises. None of us really had much of an encounter with them after that night.
We hear them, everyday, more and more shuffling, we hear them moaning in some unholy excitement and then we hear the scratching.
I don't know what's worse, the scratching or the moaning. What i've learned is that, when they moan, they know something is up, that's the give away, but when they find you and scratch at your door, moaning nonstop. you are done. they won't stop, not until they get you and probably eat you. None of us bothered to find out, but I have a feeling that they don't stop with one bite.
One floor up, we heard the scratching and moaning, getting louder and louder. Whoever was up there, i think, mrs. Ramos. she started screaming at it loudly, and then she started praying, and then she started crying. eventually, we heard the door open, and there was a small struggle. we heard things falling down, glass breaking and the screaming.
Shit, the screaming. It was so full of pain and crying, jeez. I can't stop thinking of it, I can't get it out of my head. I closed my eyes, and pretended it was a bad dream, I closed them harder when i heard flesh being torn from her. The sickening squelching noise. Her cries turned to gargles.
I jumped a second ago, Dave grabbed my shoulder.
"Jay, we're out of food."
...Fuck.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Loss.
We both fell asleep on the couch watching the news.
While we were busy talking about how much of an idiot that reporter was and talking smack about far people will go to make a buck, we failed to notice many red flags.
Aside from the town's name, we failed to realize how close this incident really was.
We failed to notice that this was pretty much taking place only a few blocks away.
We failed to notice my building none too far in the background.
It was late now, we got really tired. The TV had long turn to static
It was about 4 a.m.
There was a loud banging on the door
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
Dave and I were fast asleep on the couches.
THUMP
Dave woke up before me. He went out to the door.
He was careful, no matter what, he always was. He made sure to look outside the peep hole and saw nothing. He shrugged it off.
"damn kids."
he sleepily went back to the sofa, but right before he sat down. It happened again.
THUMP THUMP
He went back over and saw nothing through the peep hole.
Dave heard a small noise, it sounded like stifled breathing.
He opened the door
"Listen! it's 4 a--"
He looked down and saw the mangled and twisted legs of Jason's neighbor, Stacy from down the hall, her torso left a trail of blood from her open door, she dug her nails into the floorboards and pushed her way in.
Dave, frozen in fear, felt her cold , hard touch grab his ankles and pull. Hard.
Dave fell to the ground while Stacy dug her nails into his body, crawling up his Torso.
"J-Jay..H-Help"
Dave Could barely say anything, he was frozen in fear.
I woke up around here, I saw the door wide open and grew quickly worried. I froze in shock. I saw Dave wrestling with the body of my now long-gone neighbor.
"jason! come on, don't leave me here!"
I saw Dave grabbing Stacy's neck, her jaws her chomping at his face, inches away.
"JASON! HELP ME!"
I ran over and kicked her hard in the stomach.
She felt no pain, I kicked her neck and that drew some of her body away from Dave. He crawled away quickly, able to slip away from under her weight.
I kicked her and stomped her head hard, until it was just bits of bone and gore.
Dave quickly closed the door and locked it.
I fell down a few feet from the corpse. Dave grabbed his face.
I just started taking things out of cabinets and laying them out on the counter. I lost track of what I was grabbing at one point.
Dave knew that this was my nervous tick, it was something I did when I was not feeling myself.
"Jason, I. If it weren't for you, I don't know"
"You're fine. I'm fine, you're okay, we're both FINE!"
I couldn't help but raise my voice.
Thoughts of my other friends and Charlie from work shot through my head.
"Was this real?"
I asked Dave. I was holding back tears at this point, but failing miserably.
"Yes."
"Yes it is."
While we were busy talking about how much of an idiot that reporter was and talking smack about far people will go to make a buck, we failed to notice many red flags.
Aside from the town's name, we failed to realize how close this incident really was.
We failed to notice that this was pretty much taking place only a few blocks away.
We failed to notice my building none too far in the background.
It was late now, we got really tired. The TV had long turn to static
It was about 4 a.m.
There was a loud banging on the door
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
Dave and I were fast asleep on the couches.
THUMP
Dave woke up before me. He went out to the door.
He was careful, no matter what, he always was. He made sure to look outside the peep hole and saw nothing. He shrugged it off.
"damn kids."
he sleepily went back to the sofa, but right before he sat down. It happened again.
THUMP THUMP
He went back over and saw nothing through the peep hole.
Dave heard a small noise, it sounded like stifled breathing.
He opened the door
"Listen! it's 4 a--"
He looked down and saw the mangled and twisted legs of Jason's neighbor, Stacy from down the hall, her torso left a trail of blood from her open door, she dug her nails into the floorboards and pushed her way in.
Dave, frozen in fear, felt her cold , hard touch grab his ankles and pull. Hard.
Dave fell to the ground while Stacy dug her nails into his body, crawling up his Torso.
"J-Jay..H-Help"
Dave Could barely say anything, he was frozen in fear.
I woke up around here, I saw the door wide open and grew quickly worried. I froze in shock. I saw Dave wrestling with the body of my now long-gone neighbor.
"jason! come on, don't leave me here!"
I saw Dave grabbing Stacy's neck, her jaws her chomping at his face, inches away.
"JASON! HELP ME!"
I ran over and kicked her hard in the stomach.
She felt no pain, I kicked her neck and that drew some of her body away from Dave. He crawled away quickly, able to slip away from under her weight.
I kicked her and stomped her head hard, until it was just bits of bone and gore.
Dave quickly closed the door and locked it.
I fell down a few feet from the corpse. Dave grabbed his face.
I just started taking things out of cabinets and laying them out on the counter. I lost track of what I was grabbing at one point.
Dave knew that this was my nervous tick, it was something I did when I was not feeling myself.
"Jason, I. If it weren't for you, I don't know"
"You're fine. I'm fine, you're okay, we're both FINE!"
I couldn't help but raise my voice.
Thoughts of my other friends and Charlie from work shot through my head.
"Was this real?"
I asked Dave. I was holding back tears at this point, but failing miserably.
"Yes."
"Yes it is."
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Late post
I'm sorry for being MIA for so long. Things got really scary last night.
See shortly after we started watching the news, messages began to scroll on the bottom of the screen telling us to stock up on supplies such as duct tape (?) , water, batteries, an FM radio, and to lock doors, especially at night. the news kept flashing symptoms of the "illness" and urged us to call law enforcement at once
Dave scoffed at this. He knew what happened to me the other night with that girl getting her arm chewed off.
Fuck.
Is this really happening?
Well, what made things much worse, was the breaking news report on the local station.
See, it was one of those "on the scene" type things, where some dumbass reporter was trying to get "real" with the crowd. By real, I mean get up close to one of those...THINGS and tell the viewer what to look for.
"I think we already know that those things a'int right" Dave remarked.
We kept watching the show, and the reporter got way too close. The thing freaking grabbed him from behind. He started to scream and flail his hands, smacking it in the face, trying desperately to get away.
The thing bit his hand in mid swing.
It tore off 3 of his fingers. There was blood everywhere.
The cameraman couldn't stop recording, he just stood there. His friend was begging for help, and he just stood there recording. Eventually, the ghoul took a chunk out of the reporter's neck, and tore a solid piece of it out. The guy fell to the floor grabbing at the hole, and watched as his blood left him.
The camera man's shuddering was clearly audible now, he tried to run away but slammed right into another one of those things.
There was a herd of them now, they were totally attracted by the noise from the reporter. They were many. The camera man tried to run, but despite the fact they were pretty slow ones, he was frozen in fear. He didn't get very far, he kept running back and forth gasping , until his camera fell to the ground (he was grabbed) and we all got a good view of him getting knocked over and watching the zombies fall on him, pin him down and eat at his body.
The news station must have been in shock since they only cut out after the camera man began gurgling and twitching.
however, right before they cut out, I could have sword I saw the reporter from a little earlier heading towards the corpse of the camera man.
I need a break. What happened last night, afterward.
Shit.
I..
I almost lost my best friend.
See shortly after we started watching the news, messages began to scroll on the bottom of the screen telling us to stock up on supplies such as duct tape (?) , water, batteries, an FM radio, and to lock doors, especially at night. the news kept flashing symptoms of the "illness" and urged us to call law enforcement at once
Dave scoffed at this. He knew what happened to me the other night with that girl getting her arm chewed off.
Fuck.
Is this really happening?
Well, what made things much worse, was the breaking news report on the local station.
See, it was one of those "on the scene" type things, where some dumbass reporter was trying to get "real" with the crowd. By real, I mean get up close to one of those...THINGS and tell the viewer what to look for.
"I think we already know that those things a'int right" Dave remarked.
We kept watching the show, and the reporter got way too close. The thing freaking grabbed him from behind. He started to scream and flail his hands, smacking it in the face, trying desperately to get away.
The thing bit his hand in mid swing.
It tore off 3 of his fingers. There was blood everywhere.
The cameraman couldn't stop recording, he just stood there. His friend was begging for help, and he just stood there recording. Eventually, the ghoul took a chunk out of the reporter's neck, and tore a solid piece of it out. The guy fell to the floor grabbing at the hole, and watched as his blood left him.
The camera man's shuddering was clearly audible now, he tried to run away but slammed right into another one of those things.
There was a herd of them now, they were totally attracted by the noise from the reporter. They were many. The camera man tried to run, but despite the fact they were pretty slow ones, he was frozen in fear. He didn't get very far, he kept running back and forth gasping , until his camera fell to the ground (he was grabbed) and we all got a good view of him getting knocked over and watching the zombies fall on him, pin him down and eat at his body.
The news station must have been in shock since they only cut out after the camera man began gurgling and twitching.
however, right before they cut out, I could have sword I saw the reporter from a little earlier heading towards the corpse of the camera man.
I need a break. What happened last night, afterward.
Shit.
I..
I almost lost my best friend.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Encounter
Dave came over a few hours ago. He looked pretty shaken up.
"It's really messed up outside man. The cops are all over the place looking at people."
"Looking at people? like how?"
"Sorry, i mean like, if you're walking funny or look bad, they'll push you aside, put guns on you and make you strip! I stopped to look, but I got pushed away and they told me to "move along". pigs."
This sounded scary to me.
"Dave" I asked, "Did you hear anything else?"
"Actually, yes. They said they were looking for bites."
My mind froze, I thought of Beth at the office and the boss and of Charlie.
"Dave, I don't think this is rabies like they've been saying on the news."
"Neither do I man."
We spent awhile watching the news. Only the local news had any kind of coverage going on here. They mentioned things like showing caution around people you know if they show generic symptoms, stay indoors especially at night, cooperate with police, blah blah.
nothing about what was happening.
before we knew it, it was night, and there were a ton of cop cars, marked and unmarked driving around with their search lights on.
I told Dave to stay over for the night.
i'll keep you guys posted
"It's really messed up outside man. The cops are all over the place looking at people."
"Looking at people? like how?"
"Sorry, i mean like, if you're walking funny or look bad, they'll push you aside, put guns on you and make you strip! I stopped to look, but I got pushed away and they told me to "move along". pigs."
This sounded scary to me.
"Dave" I asked, "Did you hear anything else?"
"Actually, yes. They said they were looking for bites."
My mind froze, I thought of Beth at the office and the boss and of Charlie.
"Dave, I don't think this is rabies like they've been saying on the news."
"Neither do I man."
We spent awhile watching the news. Only the local news had any kind of coverage going on here. They mentioned things like showing caution around people you know if they show generic symptoms, stay indoors especially at night, cooperate with police, blah blah.
nothing about what was happening.
before we knew it, it was night, and there were a ton of cop cars, marked and unmarked driving around with their search lights on.
I told Dave to stay over for the night.
i'll keep you guys posted
I couldn't sleep after what happened last night.
I tried calling for the police a few more times, but nothing happened.
Eventually, her screams grew more and more distant to me, it wasn't her, it was me. I was way too tired to handle it, and the shock of it all was too much to handle.
I fell asleep in my easy chair.
I woke up, late for work, so I didn't bother going in.
When I looked outside my window, there was no one there. The pavement was discolored with the blood and I saw a piece of her hand surrounded by crime scene tape and cops in space suits, but where was the body. No one could survive that, at least the shock would have knocked her out, or something.
I looked out my window for the past several blocks and saw nothing, no chalk, no cops, nothing. Everything was focused around that arm. I stuck around long enough to see the piece of arm being taken away. Not in an evidence bag though, but in a dark red "biohazard" bag.
I called up Dave a little while after this, I needed someone to hang out with right now.
He said he'll be over soon.
What the hell is going on?
I tried calling for the police a few more times, but nothing happened.
Eventually, her screams grew more and more distant to me, it wasn't her, it was me. I was way too tired to handle it, and the shock of it all was too much to handle.
I fell asleep in my easy chair.
I woke up, late for work, so I didn't bother going in.
When I looked outside my window, there was no one there. The pavement was discolored with the blood and I saw a piece of her hand surrounded by crime scene tape and cops in space suits, but where was the body. No one could survive that, at least the shock would have knocked her out, or something.
I looked out my window for the past several blocks and saw nothing, no chalk, no cops, nothing. Everything was focused around that arm. I stuck around long enough to see the piece of arm being taken away. Not in an evidence bag though, but in a dark red "biohazard" bag.
I called up Dave a little while after this, I needed someone to hang out with right now.
He said he'll be over soon.
What the hell is going on?
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