Back from the dead

[jack_babalon]

I sat in the corner of the room watching the dust dance in the shafts of light coming through the boarded up windows. A baby was screaming, cradled in her mothers arms, she was begging the rest of us to do something, anything. But what? There was no where else to go now. This room was it. Shadows gathered around the perimeter of the window, one of them began talking to us. It said it was still human, that the disease was eating their flesh and they just needed help. It began pleading for its life, such as it was, and told us that we were being hysterical. The mother began yelling at us, saying that we were really the monsters here, not them. The others agreed and began pulling off the boards to the window. I got up and tried to stop them. I got into a scuffle and all the other survivors ganged up on me. They beat me down and the alpha male of the group, a big guy with a 70s mustache, stripped me of my pistol and threw me back down in the corner of the room. He told me he'd deal with me later. I curled into a little ball and watched them dismantle the last of the boards keeping them out. The big guy reached into the crowd to help pull in some of the infected and they all lunged at him and dragged him into the crowd. I watched them swarm through the windows. The infected looked like normal people except for the fact that they were covered in blood. I closed my eyes and waited for them to get to me. Now I heard cheering and screaming at the same time all around me. I hear the mother the loudest and I don't hear her baby at all anymore. Then everything goes quiet for a minute and I think i'm okay. That the rules of childhood still apply. If you don't see the monsters they can't get you. Then I hear a voice in my ear. It's the one who was talking to us earlier, he's whispering that it will hurt less if I look, but I know he's lying.
I go black for a seconds.
I'm walking down the street with my friend who is now also a zombie. No one in the city seems to know we're undead and I turn to my friend and tell him.
"You know we can run now" and I see an old lady coming out of a grocer and sprint after her down the block. I tackle her down to the ground as she starts screaming for help. One look at the terror on her face and i'm laughing hysterically...
I wake up in my bed suddenly and race for the bathroom. I stumble back to bed nauseus but amped. I turn up the fan and watch the gray light gather outside the tiny window above my bed. Every 15 minutes and I have to run back to the bathroom. I finally decide to call out sick from work today. When I get off the phone I hear a siren wail by. For a second I think this is it. That the dream was an warning, a psychic SOS from the future. Maybe all those stupid movies were an innocculation shot against the coming apocalypse. But then my stomach starts growling and a wave of sickness flash floods me. A few minutes later and i'm collapsed around the bowl. The bathroom tiles feel cool against my skin and I think this wave has passed. I should be alright for a few minutes but just in case i'll keep lying here waiting. I have one last thought before I fall asleep there. What if this is how I die? Alone in the dark on the bathroom floor.

That was yesterday morning.
Feeling much better today, thanks.

Comments

[retrofatale.livejournal.com]

I need to pick your brain so to speak sometime if you have a minute. It's about zombies.

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

You can pick my Brraaaainnnns!! anytime hon.

[catwalk.livejournal.com]

crazy-cool dream.

gald to hear you feel better today. :-)

[vomikronnoxis.livejournal.com]

I think the antichamber of the afterlife will be floored with cold, bathroom tiles--with bright flourecent lighting illuminating every off-color stain, crawling bug and errant pubic hair.

By the way, if you haven't and you get a chance, you should see the play "Bug." I think you might get a kick out of it.

~rl