I awaken to the echo of sirens and screaming; how long have I been out? I don’t even remember dozing off. My body is stiff and there’s a harsh metalic taste in my mouth. The atmosphere is frosty and has the stale scent of blood and sweat as though there had been a dreadful brawl the night before. I look at the clock, Its 5 a.m.
I try to get up but fall back in a corner; I pull up on a nearby chair and steady myself for a second. Stumbling toward the window i find that the sun is just coming up but people outside are fleeing. I can hardly move; where's my brother?
I wander into the kitchen in search of him; everything is red. It looks like someone spit blood all over the wall; the counter looks as though a bucket of paint got knocked over and no one bothered to clean it up. Even the dishes in the sink were enclosed in this crimson goo. Has an artist gone mad? i wonder...
I touch the liquid to see if I can decipher what it is; it doesn’t feel like anything in particular, but it smells of metal. I decide to follow a trail of the red fluid down the hall and into the bathroom.
Oliver's body is lying lifeless on the floor in a pool of blood. What happened; did I do this? Why can’t I remember anything past dinner last night? I head toward the door, knowing I have to get out of here before anyone shows up. My fight or flight reflexes jolt in and I head around the house to see my neighbor. She screams as she spots me; this isn’t good.
I try to tell her that I must be under the weather, but all that comes out is a growl. All I really want is a hug, to know that she cares and isn’t afraid, possibly a little taste of her flesh; what’s so immoral about that? It will only hurt for a minute; I promise. I know that she can at least spare a finger for me, she doesn’t need all of them; maybe it would help with my yearning. I move forward and reach for her but she moves out of my range and runs back in the direction that she came from. I try to follow her but she’s too swift.
I feel like a child of war. It’s exhilarating; I’m stunned at my thoughts of aggression and how destroying something as beautiful as existence can be so invigorating. Maybe I’m still asleep; maybe I’m stuck in some morbid delusion. I continue on my expedition north; taking the back roads to avoid the overflow of cars and people.
I drift my way through the forest and to a small village on the border of the county. Things seem much tamer here; everything is so simple and there doesn’t seem to be anyone around. Maybe they all fled too; you’d think that a small town of hicks would be sitting on their roofs waiting for trouble with their shotguns.
I look around for someone, anyone who will aid me. With no one on the street, I enter an aged gas station. Things are thrown about; there’s no indication of life. Bottles are broken on the floor and mice are running about without a care. I catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye and turn to the doorway to find nothing. Walking out of the gas station, I hit something with my foot. I glace down to see a newspaper with a picture of what appears to be someone in a Halloween costume, but the headline reads, “Dead Walk”. Could this be; am I one of the living dead? It would without a doubt explain why everyone was fleeing from me and my cravings for flesh.
Panicking, I stagger over to an old house, trying to find answers. When I reach the domicile I peer into a window and the reflection is hideous. My skin is pale, my eyes are bloodshot, and my pupils are white; it’s really true, I’m a zombie. Am I really doomed to an existence of flesh eating and insanity? I don’t understand how this could have happened to me; I’ve lived a life of peace and harmony, what is to become of my soul?
A sound in the distance distracts me; a man is standing twenty feet from me with a gun. I figure that this is my last stand and I move towards the man. He raises his gun and all I can think of is being trapped in this carcass until the end of time. Before I can blink, he pulls the trigger. Nothing. The gun is jammed. I move closer to him and catch his scent in the breeze. He staggers backwards trying to unjam his gun but its too late. I charge at him, my eyes are on fire. He struggles to get away but i sink my teeth deep into his juggular. He screams and shoves me away.
I look at him with blood running down my face and dead eyes. He grabed his neck to stop the bleeding but it was over, he fell to the ground. I stood over him and looked down as he was gasping for air and bleeding to death. i finished the job, slowly eating him untill he died. after that I was bored, dead food is no fun. I got up leaving his body to rot. Where can i find my next victim? i look around but again nothing, its hard to believe that guy was alone. I hide behind a tree and wait.